✯ Zianourry ⏯ OneShots ✯

Just nerves, I guess. ⏯ Z.M.

The tension in the X Factor house was palpable as the contestants prepared for their next rehearsal. Zayn paced nervously in the practice room. His stomach churned with anxiety, and he couldn't shake the feeling of unease that had settled over him.

"Zayn, mate, you alright?" Liam, his bandmate, asked, noticing the worry etched on Zayn's face.

Zayn forced a smile, trying to quell his rising nerves. "Yeah, just a bit nervous, you know?"

Liam nodded sympathetically. "It's okay to be nervous. We've got this."

But despite Liam's reassurance, Zayn couldn't shake the feeling of dread that lingered in his gut. As the rehearsal began, his anxiety only intensified. His hands shook as he tried to remember the choreography, his mind clouded with doubts.

"Zayn, you're offbeat," Harry pointed out gently.

Zayn felt a wave of embarrassment wash over him. He knew he was letting his nerves get the best of him, but he couldn't seem to regain control. His head spun, and he stumbled, barely managing to catch himself before he fell.

"Whoa, Zayn, you alright?" Niall asked, concern evident in his voice.

Zayn swallowed hard, his throat dry. "I—I don't feel so good."

Suddenly, a wave of nausea overtook him, and he doubled over, clutching his stomach in pain. The room fell silent as his bandmates rushed to his side, their faces filled with worry.

"Zayn, what's wrong?" Louis asked, his brow furrowed with concern.

Zayn could barely find the strength to speak as he fought back the urge to be sick. "I think—I think I'm gonna be sick."

Without another word, he bolted from the room, stumbling down the hallway in search of a bathroom. His bandmates followed close behind, their voices a blur as Zayn's world spun out of control.

Finally reaching the bathroom, Zayn collapsed to his knees, emptying the contents of his stomach into the toilet bowl. He felt weak and shaky, his body wracked with tremors as he retched again and again.

His bandmates hovered nearby, offering words of encouragement and support as Zayn struggled to regain his composure. Eventually, the nausea subsided, leaving him drained and exhausted.

"Zayn, you okay?" Liam asked, crouching down beside him.

Zayn nodded weakly, his throat raw from vomiting. "Yeah, I think so. Just nerves, I guess."

Liam placed a comforting hand on his shoulder. "It's okay, mate. We've all been there. Just take it easy, and we'll get through this together."

With his bandmates' support, Zayn managed to pull himself to his feet, feeling slightly more steady than before. Though his nerves still lingered, he knew that with the support of his friends by his side, he could face whatever challenges lay ahead.

As they returned to the rehearsal room, Zayn felt a renewed sense of determination wash over him. He may have stumbled at the start, but he refused to let his nerves hold him back. With the support of his bandmates, he knew that anything was possible.

And together, they would conquer the stage and chase their dreams, one step at a time.