One Direction Weight Gain One-shots

Revenge of The L's: Leprechaun and Liam (ZANIAM)

Zayn's P.O.V.

After a long and tiring day of work I decide to go out for dinner with my best mate Harry to try and relax and let the boring week I've had soak away under a wash of good food, and great drinks.

I meet up with Harry at his one bedroom flat, where we decide to try a new restaurant. It was an American style diner, that sold apparently delicious flapjacks, bacon and eggs along with thick milkshakes.

The whole way there, Harry was telling me about how he had meet someone online, yet he wouldn't tell me who, despite repeated attempts from me. All he had told me was that 'he' was a graphic designer, and was quite shy when you first meet him, so he told me that I have to be nice. I wonder why he was telling me to be nice, was there something wrong with this guy?

We arrive and I park my car in the restaurants lot, rolling my eyes at the Harry's comments about my ability to park. After the ordeal of Harry's screeching at me finally ends, we walk into the restaurant, and walk to a table, thinking that Harry's date was late.

Harry then walked up to we and dragged me to the other side of the diner, confusing me greatly.

"Harry, what are you doing, you dolt?" I said, wondering why Harry wanted me to walk over to this area of the diner, what was empty apart from a fat guy eating a stack of pancakes.

"This is my date Z. This is Louis" Harry says, looking over to the fat boy, whose had somehow managed to finish the food he was eating already, and now looked up at me with surprisingly pretty blue eyes on his disgusting fat face.

I sit down and make a vomiting gesture and turn to Harry and say in disgust, "So you're going out with this fat thing? Jesus Harry, I did't think you were that desperate. If you needed a guy that bad, you coulda just come to me."

I laugh at my joke, and look at Harry to see if he thought it was as amusing as I did. He did NOT look happy, at all. In all the years I have knownHarry, I had never seen him so angry. He looked to be shaking with rage, and I cowered back into my seat, and quickly said small apology to Louis, who chuckled and patted his belly, before saying;

"Yeah well, I had at least one Joke coming, and I have tough skin, so don't feel like you need to sugar-coat everything, cos I might eat it" I laugh genuinely at Louis' joke, glad that he wasn't that offended by my comment, unlike Harry, who wasn't talking to me, and instead giving Louis little kisses, which was annoying the round lad.

I still felt bad for attacking Louis like that, I mean, maybe he's fat because of a disability or something and physically can't lose the weight. Its just, normally fat people try to wear looser clothing to hide the fact that they resemble several beached whales, but Louis, he seems to be actively trying to show of every role of his chin and ounce of fat on his stomach. For gods sake, the shirt he's wearing is tighter than lycra, an clearly outlines his entire belly, include his belly button, which looks as if it was a massive canyon.

And not to mention his pants, which looked like they stopped fitting about 40 kilos ago. They definitely would not last the evening if he was to keep eating like I had seen him before.

I wondered exactly what Harry had seen in Louis appearance that attracted him. Yes, Louis had a good sense of humour and nice sparkly eyes, but does that really offset such a fat body. I feel for the curly haired lad ever having to foot the bill for one of Louis 'meals'.

After about 6 minutes of awkward silence where Louis stomach appeared to get louder and louder every second, a waiter approached as to ask what we would like to order. I turned from my picturesque view of the carpark outside to the younger waiter, and my jaw dropped.