One Direction One Shots

Speedcubing (4)

(This is a true story, every single part, except the autism part, no offense to anyone or anything.)

Zayn sat at his desk, his fingers flying over the colorful cubes as he solved them with lightning speed. The sound of the cubes clicking and turning was soothing to him, and he loved the feeling of accomplishment he got when he solved them.

As a person with autism, Zayn often found it difficult to navigate the complexities of everyday life. He struggled with social situations and sensory overload, but he had found solace in speedcubing. It was his escape, his way of taking a break from the world when he needed it most.

One day, Zayn's bandmates stumbled across his collection of cubes. They were fascinated by the different shapes and colors, and they couldn't resist picking them up and playing with them. But in their excitement, they mixed up all the cubes, leaving them in a jumbled mess.

Zayn was devastated when he saw what had happened. He had spent hours organizing his collection and memorizing the patterns of each cube, and now they were all mixed up. He felt like a part of him had been destroyed.

When he confronted his bandmates about what they had done, they just laughed it off. "They're just some silly toys," they said, not realizing the impact their actions had on Zayn.

But to Zayn, the cubes were so much more than that. They were a way for him to cope with the challenges of his daily life, and they represented a sense of control and order in a world that often felt chaotic and overwhelming.

Feeling hurt and angry, Zayn retreated to his room and spent hours fixing the cubes, determined to set them right once again. As he worked, he couldn't shake the feeling of betrayal he felt toward his bandmates. They didn't understand how much the cubes meant to him, and he didn't know how to make them see.

In the end, Zayn was able to fix the cubes and restore order to his collection. But the damage had been done, and he couldn't forget the feeling of hurt and anger that had consumed him when he saw what his bandmates had done. From that day forward, he made sure to keep his cubes out of reach, not wanting to risk anyone else disrupting the delicate order he had worked so hard to create.

(Yea, I didn't say anything, I can't stand up to my friends, but I'm completely fine with actually mean people. I don't wanna accidently hurt my friends' feelings. I don't know, ok?)

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