One Direction One Shots

Zayn Omorashi (2)

ZAYN POV:
"How long have we been in the car?" Niall asks, sounding bored.

"I don't know, but we've got about seven hours left," Liam answers.

"Aww," he says.

Harry laughs at him.

A dull ache starts to build in my lower abdomen, and I shift in my seat, trying to find a more comfortable position. I ignore it.

"Someone wake me up when we stop please," I say.

"Sure."

I'm in the back, with no one else, so I have a three seats of space. Liam is driving, Niall next to him, and Harry and Louis are in the middle row together.

I put on some headphones, and easily fall asleep.

Three Hours Later
ZAYN POV:
The car jolts suddenly, and I'm thrown briefly out of my sleep as my body jerks forward.

I check the time on my watch.

Gee, I must have been out at least three hours!

I shift a bit, then I notice how full my bladder is.

"Hey, I gotta wee, can we stop soon."

"No, we pulled over literally ten minutes ago, didn't Louis or Harry wake you up?"

"Louis told me he would do it," Harry says.

"Whoops, sorry, but you'll be fine."

"Not really," I mumble, shifting again.

He shrugs and turns back to Harry, going back to whatever he was doing.

I shift again in my seat, my legs restless and uncomfortable. I cross and uncross them, trying to find a position the alleviates the pressure in my lower abdomen. But nothing works. The ache only intensifies.

Thirty Minutes Later
ZAYN POV:
Ugh, I don't know if I can hold it too much longer.

The car ride is bumpy and loud, the engine roaring as it speeds down the highway. I feel the seat belt pressing against my stomach, and the vibrations of the car make me fidget with my hands. Outside the windows, the passing scenery blurs by in a rush of colours and shapes.

My palms slick with sweat. The dull ache in my lower abdomen grows more intense with each passing minute, and I can feel my body tensing up in response. I shift in my seat, trying to find a more comfortable position, but nothing seems to help. My legs bounce restlessly, and I fidget with he seatbelt buckle, desperate for relief. But no matter how much I squirm or adjust, the pressure in my bladder only seems to increase.

I try grabbing myself through my sweats, squeezing my dick, but still no relief.

Oh, fuck it.

I grind my dick into the leather seat.

"Ugh..." I say in relief.

Louis whirls around in his seat, his face twisted in disgust.

"What the FUCK, Zayn!" he snaps, his voice laced with annoyance.

"Sorry, I hafta wee and you guys didn't wake me up earlier like I told you to," I say trying to sound annoyed, but I think he notices I'm disappointed and a bit hurt.

He just scoffs and looks away.

"That's still absolutely disgusting and immature."

I frown.

"I'm sorry," I say, for real this time.

Even after hearing his words, though, I can't stop.

"God, can we please just pull over?"