One Direction One Shots

Zayn Omorashi (1)

Once upon a time, in a small town, there lived five best friends named Zayn, Liam, Louis, Niall, and Harry. They were inseparable and always found a way to have fun together. One weekend, they decided to have a sleepover at Liam's house and enjoy a night filled with laughter, games, and good company.

Little did Zayn and Liam know that they shared a unique trait – they were both early birds. Zayn, being the earliest riser, would often wake up at the crack of dawn, while Liam typically woke up shortly after. However, this fact remained unknown to them until that memorable morning.

As the sun began to rise, Zayn's eyes fluttered open, and he felt an intense urge to relieve himself. He tried to get up quietly, not wanting to disturb the others who were still sound asleep. However, his eyes widened as he realized he had no idea where the bathroom was in Liam's house.

Half an hour passed, and Zayn was desperately clutching his crotch, desperately trying to hold on. Just as he thought he couldn't bear it any longer, Liam stirred awake. Rubbing his eyes and yawning, he looked around the room and spotted Zayn in distress.

"Zayn!? What's wrong, mate?" Liam exclaimed, concern etched on his face.

Zayn opened his eyes, relieved that someone had finally noticed his predicament. "I-I need a wee, but I don't know where..." he mumbled, his voice filled with embarrassment.

Liam quickly realized the situation and jumped out of bed. "Here, I'll take you to the loo," he said, offering a helping hand to Zayn.

Grateful for Liam's assistance, Zayn managed to stand up, albeit with some difficulty, and together they made their way to the bathroom. Liam guided him, making sure he reached the desired destination without any mishaps.

When Zayn emerged from the bathroom, he approached Liam with a mix of gratitude and embarrassment. "I-I'm sorry you had to see that," he mumbled, his cheeks turning slightly pink. "I always have to go really bad in the morning, and I always wake up at like 4:30 AM..."

Liam smiled reassuringly, understanding Zayn's struggle. "Hey, it's all good. We all have our quirks and bodily needs," he said, offering a comforting pat on Zayn's back. "Do you need to change your clothes? I can lend you some."

Zayn nodded, feeling relieved by Liam's understanding. "My boxers are soaked, and my sweatpants are a little wet too," he admitted, glancing down at his damp clothes.

Without hesitation, Liam rushed to his wardrobe and grabbed a fresh pair of boxers, sweats, and socks. He handed them to Zayn with a warm smile. "Here you go, mate. Take your time and change. No rush."

Zayn disappeared into the bathroom once again, grateful for Liam's kindness and understanding. A few minutes later, he emerged in fresh clothes, feeling much more comfortable and at ease. He approached Liam with a grateful smile.

"Thanks, Liam," Zayn said sincerely. "You're a real one."

Liam simply smiled and gave him a small, reassuring hug. "Friends help each other out, no matter what. Now, how about we go make some breakfast? I'll cook, of course."

Zayn's eyes lit up with enthusiasm. "Ooh! Can I help?"

Liam chuckled, pretending to think for a moment. "Hmm, let me see. Well, considering you're a horrible chef, unlike me," he teased, playfully nudging Zayn's shoulder.

Zayn laughed, shaking his head. "Haha! No way, I'm a great sous chef. I'll prove it to you!"

The two went to the kitchen and made breakfast, filling the house with an aroma of friendship and forgiveness. (Wha..?)

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