One Direction One Shots

Zayn Omorashi (1)

Zayn shifted in his seat uncomfortably as the car bounced along the road. He had felt the urge to pee for the last half hour, but he hadn't said anything to his friends, hoping they would make a pit stop soon. But as they drove deeper into the countryside, the chances of finding a restroom grew slimmer.

Finally, Zayn couldn't take it anymore. "Guys, I really need to pee," he said, his voice strained.

The other boys barely glanced at him, too engrossed in their conversation to pay attention. "Just hold it, we'll get there soon," Harry said, not even looking up from his phone.

But Zayn knew he couldn't hold it much longer. He squirmed in his seat, trying to find a position that would alleviate the pressure on his bladder. But it was no use. The pain was becoming unbearable.

"Liam, can we please stop? Zayn really needs to pee," Niall said, noticing the distress on Zayn's face.

Liam shrugged. "There's nowhere to stop around here. We'll just have to hold it until we get to the hotel."

But it was too late. Zayn felt a warm trickle run down his leg as he wet his pants. Mortified, he tried to hide it from his friends, but it was too obvious. Tears streamed down his face as he cried in embarrassment.

The other boys finally realized the severity of the situation and pulled over to the side of the road. They helped Zayn out of the car and tried to comfort him, but he was inconsolable.

"I'm so sorry, guys," Zayn sobbed. "I couldn't hold it anymore."

"It's okay, Zayn," Louis said, putting a hand on his shoulder. "We should have taken your need to pee more seriously."

The boys continued to comfort Zayn as they made their way to the hotel, making sure he got cleaned up and changed into fresh clothes. It was a lesson they would never forget - to take their friends' needs seriously, no matter how small they may seem.

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