INT. LIVING ROOM - DAY
The living room is filled with the sound of laughter and the glow of the TV screen. Zayn, an autistic seventeen year old, Liam, Louis, Niall, and Harry are sprawled on the couches, engrossed in a video game. The room is adorned with posters of their favorite bands, and the air is filled with the scent of popcorn and the faint hum of the air conditioner.
Zayn suddenly pauses the game, his brows furrowing. He gets up and makes his way to the bathroom, his light grey sweatpants swishing with each step. As he enters the bathroom, the door creaks softly behind him.
INT. BATHROOM - DAY
Zayn stands in front of the mirror, his hands fumbling with the knot of his tie. The small bathroom is filled with the scent of soap and the sound of running water from the faucet.
Zayn tries, his fingers twisting and pulling at the knot, but it stubbornly refuses to budge. He feels a growing sense of frustration and panic, his heart pounding in his chest. He tries to focus, to calm himself, but the tie only becomes more entangled.
Time slips away, and after what feels like an eternity, Zayn's efforts prove futile. He can no longer hold his bladder, and he ends up wetting himself, a warm sensation spreading down his legs. His face flushes with embarrassment, his heart sinking.
INT. LIVING ROOM - DAY
Zayn emerges from the bathroom, his head bowed, the wet patch on his sweatpants evident. The once joyous atmosphere in the living room has turned tense. Liam, Louis, Niall, and Harry sit on the couches, their expressions a mix of frustration and anger. The room feels heavy with disappointment and tension.
LIAM
(angry)
Zayn, what were you thinking? You need to pay attention to your basic needs!
LOUIS
(irritated)
Yeah, Zayn, this is getting ridiculous. We can't keep cleaning up after you.
Niall and Harry exchange looks, their expressions mirroring the frustration in the room.
NIALL
(disappointed)
We've talked about this before, mate. You have to be more careful.
HARRY
(sighs)
We can't keep forgiving accidents like this, Zayn. It's not fair to any of us.
Zayn tries to explain, his lips trembling, but no words come out. He can feel his senses heightening, the sound of his own ragged breaths and the sight of his friends' disapproving faces overwhelming him.
Ten long minutes pass, the tension slowly dissipating. Liam takes a deep breath, his voice softer now.
LIAM
(softly)
Alright, Zayn. We're sorry we yelled. Let's help you get cleaned up.
Louis, Niall, and Harry nod in agreement, their expressions filled with understanding and remorse. They approach Zayn gently, their touch reassuring and supportive.
They help Zayn remove his sweatpants, and as they do, the realization dawns on them. Their eyes widen in understanding and empathy.
LOUIS
(whispering)
Oh, Zayn, we didn't realize...
NIALL
(softly)
You were struggling with the tie, weren't you?
HARRY
(apologetic)
We should have been more patient, mate. We're sorry.
Zayn's eyes well up with tears, a mix of relief and gratitude flooding his senses. He nods, unable to find the words, but the silent understanding fills the room.
The friends embrace, their bond stronger than ever, as they support and care for one another, knowing that understanding and patience are the key to navigating the challenges they face together.
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One Direction One Shots
Hayran KurguOmorashi, 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...
