✯ Zianourry ⏯ OneShots ✯

Little boy from Bradford. ⏯ Z.M.

Zayn Malik was just an ordinary sixteen-year-old boy attending a normal school, or at least trying to. Each day was a struggle as he faced the torment of relentless bullies who seemed to thrive on making his life miserable. It wasn't just verbal taunts; they would corner him in the hallways, pushing him around, sometimes even landing punches, leaving him bruised and battered.

Despite the pain and fear, Zayn tried to keep his head down, focusing on his studies and dreaming of a day when he could escape this torment. But one particular event at school promised a glimmer of hope amidst the darkness: One Direction, the world-famous boy band, was scheduled to perform.

As the day of the performance arrived, excitement buzzed throughout the school. Zayn couldn't help but feel a twinge of anticipation, a small spark of happiness amid the dread of facing his tormentors. When One Direction finally took the stage, the auditorium erupted in screams and cheers.

Zayn watched in awe as Liam, Niall, Louis, and Harry mesmerized the crowd with their electrifying performance. For a brief moment, he forgot about his troubles, lost in the music and the magic of the moment.

But as the final notes of "Steal My Girl" faded away and the lights came up, reality crashed down on Zayn once again. With a heavy heart, he made his way out into the hallway, steeling himself for what he knew would come next.

Sure enough, the bullies were waiting for him, their sneers and jeers cutting through the air like knives. Zayn's heart sank as they closed in, their fists clenched and ready for another round of brutality.

But just as Zayn braced himself for the onslaught, a sudden commotion erupted behind him. Turning around, he couldn't believe his eyes. Liam, Niall, Louis, and Harry were rushing towards him, their faces set in determination.

"Leave him alone!" Liam's voice rang out, commanding and powerful.

The bullies hesitated, taken aback by the unexpected intervention. But their surprise quickly turned to anger, and they advanced menacingly.

That's when Niall stepped forward, his blue eyes flashing with defiance. "You heard him. Back off!"

Louis cracked his knuckles, a mischievous grin playing on his lips. "Or else you'll have to deal with us."

Harry stood tall, his green eyes blazing with intensity. "And trust me, you don't want to mess with One Direction."

The bullies exchanged uncertain glances, realising they were outnumbered and outmatched. With muttered curses, they slunk away, leaving Zayn trembling in their wake.

As the adrenaline began to fade, Zayn looked up at his unexpected saviors, his heart pounding in his chest. He could hardly believe it-One Direction had just come to his rescue.

"Are you okay?" Liam asked, concern etched in his features.

Zayn nodded, unable to find his voice amidst the whirlwind of emotions. Tears pricked at his eyes as he realized the magnitude of what had just happened.

"Thank you," he managed to whisper, his voice barely a hoarse whisper.

Louis grinned and ruffled Zayn's hair affectionately. "No problem, mate. Just remember, you're not alone. We've got your back."

Niall wrapped an arm around Zayn's shoulder, offering silent support. "Yeah, we're like your guardian angels or something."

Harry flashed Zayn a warm smile, his dimples deepening. "And don't forget, you're pretty cute when you're all flustered."

Zayn's cheeks flushed crimson, a shy smile tugging at his lips. In that moment, surrounded by his newfound friends, he felt a flicker of hope ignite within him. Maybe, just maybe, things would get better.