INT. ZAYN'S LIVING ROOM - DAY
Zayn, Liam, Niall, Harry, and Louis are gathered around a large TV, engrossed in a multiplayer video game. The room is filled with the sounds of excited chatter and the occasional burst of laughter.
Zayn, a 16-year-old boy with autism, is fully absorbed in the game. His fingers move rapidly across the controller, executing precise moves with remarkable skill. The intensity on his face is palpable.
Liam, Zayn's 17-year-old friend, glances at Zayn out of the corner of his eye, noticing a subtle discomfort in his body language. Liam pauses the game and turns towards Zayn, concern etched on his face.
LIAM
Hey, Zayn. You okay, mate? Do you need a break?
Zayn's face scrunches up in frustration, his attention still fixed on the game.
ZAYN
Leave me alone, Liam! I'm in the middle of something important!
Liam takes a step back, surprised by Zayn's reaction. He exchanges a hesitant glance with the other friends, unsure of what to do. But his concern for Zayn's well-being overrides his momentary hesitation.
LIAM
Zayn, I get that you're into the game, but I think you might need to use the bathroom. You've been playing for a while now.
Zayn's frustration turns into anger as he stands up abruptly, throwing his controller onto the couch.
ZAYN
I said, leave me alone! You don't understand anything!
Liam's eyes widen in shock as Zayn's outburst echoes in the room. He tries to maintain his composure and speaks in a stern voice.
LIAM
Zayn, I'm just trying to help. You can't ignore your body's needs. It's not healthy.
Zayn's face contorts with a mix of emotions. Realization dawns on him, but it's too late. A warm wetness spreads down his legs, and his eyes well up with tears.
ZAYN (whispering)
I... I didn't realize...
Liam's stern expression softens as he sees Zayn's distress. Guilt washes over him, and he quickly moves closer to Zayn, his voice filled with remorse.
LIAM
Oh, Zayn, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to upset you. I should have been more understanding. It's not your fault. Let's get you cleaned up, okay?
Niall, Harry, and Louis rise from their seats, their concern evident on their faces. They gather around Zayn, offering him support and reassurance.
NIALL
Don't worry, Zayn. It happens to all of us sometimes. We've got your back.
HARRY
Yeah, mate. We're here for you. Let's make sure you're okay.
LOUIS
We'll take a break from the game. It's not as important as you, Zayn.
Zayn wipes away his tears, feeling a mix of embarrassment and gratitude for his friends' understanding. He nods weakly, appreciating their kindness.
ZAYN
Th-thank you, guys. I'm sorry for yelling. I just... got overwhelmed.
Liam places a comforting hand on Zayn's shoulder.
LIAM
We know, mate. We're here to support you, no matter what. Let's take care of you first, alright?
Together, the friends walk Zayn towards the bathroom, leaving the game behind temporarily, knowing that their friendship and understanding are far more important than any virtual adventure.
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FanfictionOmorashi, 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...
