INT. CAR - DAY
Zayn (16), a slightly nervous yet carefree teenager, sits in the backseat of a car with his friends Niall (17), Louis (17), Harry (16), and Liam (16). They are on their way back from a road trip, laughing and enjoying each other's company. Zayn, however, is growing increasingly uncomfortable.
NIALL
(teasingly)
Hey, Zee, you've been squirming in your seat for a while now. What's up?
Zayn shifts nervously, his face turning slightly red.
ZAYN
(embarrassed)
Uh, guys, I really have to pee. Like, really bad.
LOUIS
(laughing)
Aw, Zee, can't you hold it for a little longer? We're almost home.
HARRY
(grinning)
Yeah, Zayn, you've got a bladder the size of a pea!
Liam, the more empathetic of the group, glances at Zayn with concern.
LIAM
(sympathetically)
Hey, Zayn, don't worry about them. We'll find a gas station soon, okay?
Zayn nods, trying to keep a positive attitude, but the discomfort is becoming unbearable. He squirms in his seat, his legs bouncing up and down.
ZAYN
(pleadingly)
Guys, please, I can't hold it anymore. Can we please find a restroom?
Niall, the driver, glances at Zayn through the rearview mirror, noticing his distress.
NIALL
(realizing)
Alright, Zee, hang in there. I'll find the nearest gas station.
As Niall accelerates, Zayn's desperation intensifies. He frantically searches for any sign of a restroom, his face contorted with both discomfort and embarrassment.
ZAYN
(panicking)
I can't... I can't hold it anymore!
Suddenly, a warm wetness spreads across Zayn's seat, and his face turns crimson with humiliation. The friends, caught off guard, fall silent.
LOUIS
(concerned)
Zayn, mate, are you okay?
Zayn's voice trembles as he responds, fighting back tears.
ZAYN
(whispering)
No, I... I wet myself. I'm so sorry, guys.
LIAM
(softly)
Hey, Zayn, accidents happen. It's not a big deal. We'll get you cleaned up.
Niall pulls the car over to the side of the road, and the friends help Zayn out of the car. They try to comfort him as best they can.
HARRY
(sincerely)
Zayn, we're here for you, man. You're still our friend, wet pants and all.
Zayn sniffles, touched by their support, and wipes away a tear.
ZAYN
(thankful)
Thanks, guys. I'm sorry for making a mess of things.
LIAM
(reassuringly)
No need to apologize, Zayn. We're a team, remember? We stick together no matter what.
They share a group hug, offering Zayn the comfort and reassurance he needs in that vulnerable moment.
FADE OUT.
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FanficOmorashi, Sickfics, Hurtfics, maybe some others if you request. I don't really do age play and regression stuff. Mostly Niall and Harry Centrics. Some Zayn, Liam, and maybe a few others. I'll try to take requests. (Also, not all are really mature bu...
