One Direction One Shots

Insecurities~ Zarry Stalik

Before we get this story started, I will tell you who I am. My name is Zayn Malik. I'm nineteen years old. I have tan skin, brown eyes, dark brown hair, and I spend way to much time on my looks. People think I'm conceded, but I'm actually very self-conscious. Sometimes I look in the mirror and feel sick. Why was I stuck with such horrible features. No one knew that side of me though. And I would like to keep it that way. I doubt they would care though, they would probably agree. I'm disgusting.

"Zayn!" I hear a deep voice call my name. "Yes, Harry?" I called back, forcing my eyes away from my reflection. The curly haired boy came and stood beside me. Butterflies flared in my stomach as he stepped close. I might have to mention that as another reason for me to hate myself. I'm in love with one of my best mates, who is male. "Is something wrong?" he asked softly. "No, why would you think that?" I whispered, I didn't think anyone noticed. "You've seemed a bit off lately," he soothingly started to rub my back. "I'm fine, Haz, but thanks for your worry," I smiled greatfully at him. He stared at me for second, as if he knew I was lying, but nodded anyway. "Well, alright. I was just worried," he smiled and walked away. I turned to look at the mirror again. Disgusting.

"Come on, Zayn! We're going to leave without you if you don't hurry up!" Liam shouted. I walked over to the group of boys waiting at the door. "Finally!" Niall shouted, and rushed out to the van. We followed after the little Irish lad. The others were joking and laughing, but I just couldn't find it in me. I had skipped lunch and breakfast, but there was no way I could skip this meal. Maybe I could just order a salad and only eat half of it. Yeah, I think that could work. The van ride was full of the other boys obnoxious laughter, though I didn't really know what was funny. No one had even told a joke, or maybe they did and I just missed it. When we finally got to the restaurant, the boys had just barely calmed down.

We had finally order after ten minutes, and the boys had mostly calmed down. "Zayn!" Harry shouted. "What?" I asked, my head snapping up. "We've calling you for like five minutes, mate!" Harry said. "Oh, sorry, I was thinking. What did you need?" I asked, as the waiter came and put our plates down. "Liam was wondering if you wanted to come to his place after so we could all watch a movie," Harry informed. "No, thanks, mate," I shook my head. Harry sighed, and turned to talk to Louis. I stared at the food in front of me, and I somehow found myself kneeling on the ground of the bathroom. My head was on the toilet seat, and my eyes were watering. "Zayn! Zayn, are you in here?" Harry yelled frantically. "Yeah," I managed to say, before I was vomiting again. "Come on, babe. I'm bring you home," he said once I was finished. He pulled me to my feet and helped me out the door. "I'm bringing Zayn home," he said as he passed the boys, and grabbed our phones. He helped me out to the parking lot and called a cab.

Once we were finally settled into my flat, with a bucket just in reach he started to speak. "Zayn, you haven't eaten in ages. And don't deny it, because I'v noticed! And now you can barely look at food with out getting sick! Zayn, you need to tell me what's wrong. Please, I could help you," he whispered the last part, as if he didn't want me to hear. "I'm disgusting," I said simply. "What! Zayn, how could you even think that?" he gasped. "Because I am," I shrugged. "Enlighten me, because I can honestly think of no reason why you would think that!" Harry shouted. "My face for starters. It's really bad, I can barely look in the mirror, as I'm afraid the glass'll shatter from my ugliness. My personalty comes second. Honestly I hate how quiet and stupid I get. I can barely laugh at anything, and feel like I betrayed the fans. I feel as though they will realise my flaws the moment I break my bad boy image. Lastly, is my love. Yeah, I'm in love with someone, and they don't love me back. I know why. I just listed why, and plus he's straight. Even if he liked guys he would fall for some one else," I sighed, and tears started to roll down my face. "Oh, Zayn," he whispered. He sat down beside me and started to stroke my hair. We fell asleep that way, me curled up to him and him with his arms wrapped around me.

I woke up the next morning to the smell of eggs. I stood and trudged to the kitchen. "Sit down, Zaynie!" Harry squealed happily. "Harry..." I trailed off. "Look, Zaynie, I know how you feel about yourself, but it won't get better unless you let it," he said, placing a plate on the table. I sat down and started to eat. I just barely at half of it. "Zayn, can I ask you something?" he questioned, looking at me. I nodded and gestured for him to continue. "Who is it? The person you love, I mean. I know he's probably in the band, and if you told me who I could help," he said in a rushed tone. "It's you," I mumbled. We sat there in silence for a few seconds. "You can leave if you want. I know you probably hate me, and it'll just be awkward now. So please just leave," I said, before standing and exiting the room. I ran up to my room, and just made it before the tears started to fall.

"Zayn! Open the door! I love you, too! I promise I'm not lying!" he shouted through the door. "It isn't locked," I sobbed, curling up into a tighter ball. I heard the door open and Harry sit next to me. "I really do love you, ya know. I wasn't just saying that," he whispered. I looked up at him with teary eyes. "You promise never to leave me?" I asked him. "Of course, Zaynie!" he exclaimed, and leaned down to kiss me. And when he did it was amazing! I loved every second of it! "Will you go out with me?" he asked when he finally pulled away. "Do you really need to ask?" I responded, and he grinned. I never felt insecure again.