Invisible - A Ziam Fanfiction

Part 1

So this is my first Ziam fic that i've posted, it's meant to be a one shot with the possibility of a part 2, but if there is it probably won't be for a while. (Don't worry it doesn't end with a cliff hanger or anything!) I really hope you enjoy it! Please leave me some feeback, I'd really apreciate any comments and let me know if you'd like there to be a part two! :) Enjoy!

The thing is, Zayn is shy. He's so incredibly shy, it's stupid. It gets in the way of things, once in a life time opportunities, the making of friends, pursuing a career, the list goes on and on. It's annoying. It's not even a cute shy where he stutters a bit and blushes but eventually gets a sentence out. No, it's the kind of shy that makes his mind go blank and leaves him there all flustered and floundering for something to say, anything to say, until he just makes some kind of gesture towards the conversation and flees the scene. It's a bit ridiculous, especially considering he's twenty years old, majoring part time in English to become a teacher and currently worked at a coffee shop where he had to talk to people, new people, on a regular basis.

Working at the coffee shop was a disaster at first, his manager received many complaints about him and how he wasn't friendly enough or spoke too quietly but thankfully his manager defended him and put up with him long enough to get accustomed to everything. It was easy now, he had a script. He knew how to greet a customer, how to ask them about their order and how to wish them a good day. He didn't have to think about what he had to say, it was right there taped to the register in case he forgot. He didn't have to worry about what people thought of what he was saying because those weren't his words, they weren't his thoughts so it didn't matter. The only problem Zayn would encounter was when regulars would ask how his day had been or how school was going. He was beginning to develop his own script to those questions, something simple and positive, something that wouldn't make him seem rude but also something that wasn't too long that would annoy the customers because he knew they didn't really care and that they were only asking to be polite. He didn't want to upset them by saying the wrong thing so lately he's been replying with a short 'good' and leaving it at that.

He knew planning out answers to questions he knows he's going to be asked was a bit ridiculous, but so was standing there looking like a deer caught in the headlights trying to answer simple questions. Zayn just worried too much. He worried he was going to say the wrong thing and offend someone. He was worried he would say something stupid and look like an idiot. He was worried he would say too much and bore the person because really, who cared what he thought? Probably not a lot of people, and who had the time to wait around for Zayn to be comfortable enough around them to be able to voice his opinion anyway. Zayn just worried too much, or at least that's what his mother says, and needed to stop thinking about what other people think or do and just worry about him. That's what his mother constantly told him, unfortunately, it was easier said than done.

So when Zayn is asked to train the new guy tomorrow at five o'clock, he sort of panics. He had to excuse himself to the washroom, politely asking Nathan if he can take the register for a moment, too panicked to care if Nathan might be annoyed at him for that but Nathan did it to him all the time so he wasn't too worried. Nathan nodded, his shaggy blonde hair moving with his head, and took the register as Zayn tossed the store phone on the counter, the phone that had been used to ask Zayn, well more like tell Zayn that he'd be training the new guy. He hurried into the washroom, flipping up the divider that separates public space to employees' space and dashed to the washroom. He closed the door behind him and locked it then took a deep breath.

How was he supposed to do this? He asked himself as he turned around in the small room. He couldn't, he knew he couldn't. He'd sit at home all night, then through school tomorrow planning everything out, what to say, how to say it, what to show him, answers to possible questions, he would go through scenario after scenario and have ever angle planned out, then he'd get to the shop, meet this person and forget everything he ever thought about, including his own name. To normal people it may seem a bit extreme, they might think Zayn was exaggerating, but he wasn't.