One Direction One Shots

Zayn Omorashi (1)

Zayn had been holding his urine in for quite some time, trying not to interrupt the conversation that his friends, Liam, Louis, Niall, and Harry, were having in the living room. He was fidgeting, squirming, and readjusting himself every few seconds, hoping to alleviate the pressure on his bladder.

Zayn's discomfort grew stronger as the minutes ticked by. He tried to act natural, but it was becoming increasingly difficult to hide his discomfort. He found himself squeezing his dick tightly, trying to hold in the urge to pee.

As the pressure on his bladder intensified, Zayn began to grind his penis into the chair, hoping that the added pressure would help him hold on for a little longer.

But it was no use. Zayn knew that he was reaching his limit. He stood up abruptly, causing his friends to turn and look at him.

"Uh, I need to go to the bathroom," he said quickly, trying to make it seem like it wasn't a big deal.

As he made his way to the bathroom, he could feel the pressure on his bladder becoming unbearable. He grabbed his dick tightly, hoping to hold on for just a few more seconds.

But the moment he stepped into the bathroom and closed the door behind him, his body gave up. He felt a warm, wet sensation spreading across the front of his pants. He had wet himself.

Zayn's heart sank as he looked down and saw the evidence of his embarrassment. He felt like a little kid again, ashamed of his lack of control.

He quickly tried to clean himself up, but it was no use. The damage had already been done.

When he emerged from the bathroom, his friends immediately noticed that something was wrong. They could see the wetness on his pants and the shame in his eyes.

"Zayn, are you okay?" Louis asked, his brow furrowed in concern.

Zayn tried to play it cool, but he knew that he had been caught. "Yeah, I'm fine," he said, avoiding eye contact.

But his friends weren't fooled. They could smell the unmistakable scent of urine and could see the wetness on his pants.

At first, they tried to be supportive, pretending that nothing was wrong. But as the reality of the situation set in, they couldn't help but start laughing at Zayn's predicament.

Zayn felt the weight of their laughter like a physical blow. He had always prided himself on being cool and collected, but now he felt like a complete failure.

The laughter continued for a few moments, until Zayn couldn't take it anymore. He burst into tears, unable to contain his emotions any longer.

His friends were taken aback by his sudden display of vulnerability. They quickly realized that they had gone too far and rushed to comfort him.

"Zayn, we're so sorry," Liam said, his voice filled with regret. "We didn't mean to make fun of you. We're just glad that you're okay."

Zayn nodded, wiping away his tears. He knew that his friends were just trying to lighten the mood, but it had all been too much for him to handle.

In the end, they spent the rest of the night watching movies and chatting, trying to make up for the earlier incident. Zayn knew that he would never forget the humiliation of wetting himself, but he was grateful to have friends who were there to support him, even in his weakest moments.

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