INT. TOUR VAN - DAY
Zayn sits in the backseat of the tour van, his bandmates Liam, Harry, Niall, and Louis surrounding him. Tension hangs heavy in the air as they drive to their next destination. Zayn's hands fidget nervously on his lap, his gaze fixed on the floor. He knows he messed up during practice, and the disappointment radiating from his bandmates is palpable.
ZAYN
(whispering to himself)
Just hold it together, Zayn. Don't say anything.
Zayn's small bladder, however, has other plans. Earlier, in his anxious state, he had consumed an enormous 120 ounces of water. Now, as time passes, the pressure builds within him, threatening to burst.
Zayn's fidgeting intensifies. He squirms in his seat, desperately trying to find a comfortable position. He crosses and uncrosses his legs, the repetitive motion offering a brief distraction. But it's not enough.
The rocking motion of the van exacerbates Zayn's discomfort. He shifts his weight, his body yearning for relief. His face contorts with the strain of holding back, beads of sweat forming on his forehead.
Zayn's desperation grows. With each passing moment, his control weakens. He can't take it any longer. His hand instinctively reaches down, gripping himself tightly, hoping to stave off the inevitable. But the pressure is too great.
A whimper escapes Zayn's lips as he rubs his crotch against the seat, a desperate attempt to alleviate the mounting agony. But it only hastens the outcome he dreads.
And then it happens. Zayn loses the battle against his bladder. Warm liquid trickles down his legs, soaking his pants, as he lets out a cry of humiliation and defeat.
The van falls into an astonished silence. The boys finally notice Zayn's distress, their anger momentarily forgotten. Shock registers on their faces as they process the scene unfolding before them.
HARRY
(sympathetically)
Zayn, what the bloody hell happened?
Zayn's voice trembles as he speaks, tears streaming down his face.
ZAYN
(choking back sobs)
I-I'm sorry. I had to pee, but I was too scared to say anything. I didn't want to make things worse.
Liam, Niall, and Louis exchange concerned glances, their anger dissipating in the face of Zayn's vulnerability. They quickly rally to his aid, offering comfort and assistance.
LIAM
(softly)
Zayn, you should have told us. We're a team, mate. We would have understood.
Niall retrieves a towel from a nearby bag, gently handing it to Zayn. Louis reaches over to grab a spare pair of pants, providing them to his distraught friend.
LOUIS
(concerned)
It's alright, Zayn. We've got you. We'll figure this out together.
Zayn sniffles, wiping away his tears and accepting their help. The van fills with a renewed sense of camaraderie, as the boys rally around their friend, determined to support him through this embarrassing moment.
FADE OUT.
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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...
