✯ Zianourry ⏯ OneShots ✯

I need to get out of here. ⏯ Z.M

The day started like any other for One Direction—chaotic, but filled with excitement. They were in the midst of a whirlwind press tour, moving from one interview to another in a blur of flashing cameras and enthusiastic fans. Zayn had always been the calm and collected one, but today was different.

As they stepped into the elevator of their hotel, Zayn felt a wave of unease wash over him. The confined space suddenly seemed suffocating, the walls closing in on him. He tried to brush it off, but the feeling only intensified as the elevator began its ascent.

"Hey, Zayn, you okay?" Liam asked, noticing the sudden change in his friend's demeanor.

Zayn forced a smile, but it didn't reach his eyes. "Yeah, just feeling a bit off today, I guess."

The elevator lurched to a halt, causing Zayn's heart to race. Panic gripped him as he realized they were stuck between floors.

"Guys, I can't... I need to get out of here," Zayn muttered, his breathing growing shallow.

The other boys exchanged worried glances as Zayn pressed himself against the wall, his chest tightening with every passing second. They knew how much Zayn struggled with claustrophobia, but they had never seen him like this before.

"Zayn, listen to me," Harry said, his voice steady and reassuring. "We're going to get through this together, okay? You're not alone."

Niall sprang into action, reaching for the emergency button and alerting the hotel staff. Meanwhile, Louis tried to distract Zayn, talking to him in a soothing tone and reminding him to focus on his breathing.

Minutes felt like hours as they waited for help to arrive. Zayn's grip on reality was slipping, his mind consumed by the suffocating darkness of the elevator.

But then, amidst the chaos, Liam started to sing softly. His voice, like a beacon of light in the darkness, cut through Zayn's panic and anchored him to the present.

As Liam sang, the tension in the elevator began to ease. Zayn closed his eyes, letting the sound wash over him, grounding him in reality. The others joined in, their harmonies blending together in a beautiful melody.

Slowly but surely, Zayn's breathing steadied, his heartbeat returning to normal. The walls of the elevator seemed less menacing, the darkness less suffocating.

By the time the hotel staff arrived to rescue them, Zayn was calm enough to step out of the elevator on his own. He felt a surge of gratitude towards his bandmates, whose unwavering support had pulled him through his darkest moment.

As they emerged into the lobby, they were greeted by a crowd of worried fans and relieved hotel staff. But amidst the chaos, Zayn's eyes found Liam's, and he knew that no matter what challenges they faced, they would always rise above them together.

And as they stepped outside into the warm embrace of the afternoon sun, Zayn felt a sense of peace wash over him. He knew that no matter how dark the world seemed, as long as he had his bandmates by his side, he could weather any storm.