Prompt - 1D where Zayn gets mobbed and hides an injury (broken bone or something like that). The other boys find out after a while (they don’t notice at first cause he’s usually quiet) and fluff ensues! Protective Ziam and Zouis. If you can do it, awesome! If not, no sweat. Love your one shots <3! Xx
Prompt - hey I love your fic even though I only have read teen wolf, jo bros and 1D ones and can u do another protective bro diabetes nick fic or a Zayn gets hurt or sick like he get into a fist fight with a gang and get hurt while throwing a couple of good punches in there too cause he’s our Bradford bad boy (mummy’s boy) and the boys patch him up and scold lightly and fluff and cuddling please. I know it’s long but I love you thank u Angelika.
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If you thought that a One Direction reunion would mean that everything could go back to normal within the band then you were completely wrong. Upon Niall’s insistence, the group had gotten back together for a mini project. What looked cheery to others was completely different as Louis came only on Niall’s insistence. Harry tried stating he was too busy but Niall wouldn’t take it. Liam was happy to tag along but was too distant. Zayn, on the other hand, easily became the target. He’d either be too quiet or be the brunt of taunts. One Direction didn’t really look too good right now.
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Zayn was always quiet. So when they regrouped and the boy didn’t talk much, none of them paid much attention to it. But slowly the silence started bothering them. Sometimes Louis would taunt the boy just to get a reaction out of him and Liam would be quick to intervene in between of them but Zayn never needed help. The boy would merely put his head down and that was so out of character for the boy.
They thought that Zayn felt guilty of leaving the band and causing them to go on a break so that’s why he wasn’t answering them back but what about strangers?
They had gotten mobbed during a public appearance and when the fans spewed hatred against Zayn, the boy didn’t even argue back let alone put up a fight.
Niall and Harry pulled the boy away as Louis and Liam shared a look with each other.
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Louis had enough of this suspicious behavior from Zayn and wanted to talk to him but like every other nights, Zayn had disappeared this night as well. This time the boys waited for him. Around 3am, Zayn staggered in with a torn lip and cradling his arm to his chest.
“You went and fought the fans that had mobbed us?” Louis asked.
Zayn gave a dry chuckle, limping to his room when Liam reached out and stopped him. As soon as Liam touched Zayn’s arm, the boy let out a whimper.
Liam carefully got a look at Zayn’s arm, shook his head and pushed the boy to sit down.
“Start talking Zee or I’m taking you to the hospital and letting the doctors poke you around without even holding your hand” Liam warned.
The little threat got Harry chuckling as Zayn frowned.
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“Illegal fight!” Zayn confessed.
“What? You stay quiet when people say mean stuffs to you and then you go get beaten out?” Louis asked.
“Kind of! I fight back too but you get hit often. It’s an illegal fight so illegal blows are allowed” Zayn said.
“Why, Z?” Niall asked.
“Things been rough! Leaving the band, getting in trouble here and there. Can’t even maintain a relationship, man! I just needed to vent… The fight helps me get rid of the pent up energy.” Zayn admitted.
“Why didn’t you tell us?” Harry asked before sighing. They weren’t really there for each other lately.
“Zayn man! These fights aren’t a solution.” Louis said.
“I know” Zayn huffed.
“You need to stop” Harry said.
“You will stop it” Liam said, nodding at Zayn, “And we’ll find other ways for you to get rid of all your pent up energy.”
“Yup, you’ve got us in your corner now, Zee” Niall smiled.
Zayn gave them a sad smile, sighing when Liam and Louis started tending to his wounds.
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Liam’s alternative for Zayn’s illegal fights was boxing classes but first of all, Zayn’s wrist needed to heal. The warning of seeing a doctor that Liam gave Zayn had to be implemented but Liam had been kind enough to let Zayn hold his hand while he got a cast on his broken wrist. Niall and Harry were happy to play nurse for the boy while Louis decided to let the tough looking guy know that it was okay to be upset and to need your friends. And friends were exactly what Zayn needed at that time. The One Direction had his back, no matter what!
Prompt - Hi love! I really love your work they fantastic especially 1d ones... I can request a Zayn centric (1d) where boys got in car accident but Zayn got seriously injured and almost dies because he is saving Louis from the impact but in the end he make fully recovery?? Make it little long and emotional Pretty pls... Love you ❤✨
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How awkward can it be to have a reunion with your bandmates when all of you haven’t even talked to each other since the break? To be honest, though, Niall and Liam didn’t even think about that. They were just happy that both Louis and Harry were onboard with this reunion trip. Convincing Zayn proved to be a little tricky and once Zayn was persuaded, Louis decided to be grumpy. And then, it fell on Liam, Harry and Niall to ensure that their reunion remained peaceful. Little did they know that peace was going to be the last thing on their mind during this reunion!
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Louis had been okay with the idea of a reunion. He thought that they were going to come back as a four-piece band again. He had no idea that Zayn was going to be joining them and once, he saw the guy arriving Louis was not ready to act nice.
They all gave Zayn a hug but Louis didn’t even share a look with the lad. Slightly hurt, Zayn tried to smile at Liam while Harry glared at Louis, following the man.
“He’ll come around, Zaynie. He’ll come around” Liam pulled the boy in a hug.
If he heard a sniffle from the older lad, then Liam tried not to draw any attention to that.
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They hoped that Louis and Zayn will be able to mend their friendship over the next few days but things seemed to be turning worse as even Zayn started acting out towards Louis. They nearly got into an argument as they debated who’d drive the car to the hotel once they’d flew to their new destination. Thankfully, Liam settled the debate as he handed Louis’s the keys and pushed Zayn to ride shotgun. The next debate was about the song on the radio.
Harry huffed as he contemplated how the rest of the drive would go on.
The rest of the drive, though, got worse but not just for Louis and Zayn but for the entire group as well.
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As soon as the first drops of water hit the windshield, Louis had a grimace on his face.
“Shit Louis, be careful” Harry said.
“That’s why I should have been driving” Zayn sarcastically said as Louis hit a bump in the road.
Liam sighed, shaking his head when suddenly they heard a blaring horn as an out of control truck charged on the road.
“Lou” Niall shouted.
Liam, instinctively grabbed Niall, tugging him closer as he reached for Harry’s hands, bracing themselves for the impact.
Within those few seconds, Zayn watched Louis’s face and realized that Louis was going to let the truck hit his side to save the boys from the worse.
On pure instinct, he reached over and turned the steering so that the truck would hit his side.
The last thing Zayn heard before the impact was Louis’s shout of his name.
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The impact was hard. The crash was harsh. Paramedics had rushed to the scene and firefighters had to work hard to get Zayn out of the car. Niall and Harry suffered light injuries. Liam had a broken arm that he got while protecting Niall and Louis spent a few hours in surgery on his shoulder. Zayn, on the other hand, took the brunt of the crash.
Zayn had a serious head injury, a broken collarbone, a few broken ribs and a sprained ankle. The head injury meant that Zayn took a few days to wake up but once he did, it was to the face of very worried bandmates.
“Who are you?” was the first thing Zayn said when he woke up and while the others gasped in pure shock, Louis couldn’t help but fall in the chair next to Zayn, unable to stop the wracking sobs.
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“Oh my God, Lou! Don’t cry! I’m okay” Zayn whispered.
“You… You remember?” Louis asked, confused.
“Was the wrong prank, I guess?” Zayn grimaced.
“You idiot” Niall reached over to lightly slap Zayn’s forearm.
They all leaned over to hug Zayn but Louis hadn’t made a single move.
“Lou, you still mad?” Zayn couldn’t help but ask.
“It’s my fault that you got hurt” Louis confessed.
“I chose to get hurt” Zayn admitted.
“Why?” Harry asked.
“You all would have gotten hurt” Zayn simply said.
“Zee, you could have died” Louis shouted.
“Couldn’t let you die, Lou! You’re my best friend” Zayn mumbled.
The hug that Louis pulled Zayn into was a strong yet careful one, as both boys held onto each other, with tears in their eyes.
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Louis was hurt that Zayn left the band. Once they got together for the reunion, he didn’t want to give Zayn another chance to hurt him. But when it came to getting hurt, Zayn chose the worse for himself in order to save Louis and the boys and maybe that was enough to let go of all the hurt Louis had kept to himself following Zayn’s departure. It was time to start all over again and let go of all the hurt.
Prompt - Hey! I love your work❤ I was wondering if you could do Zianourry Zayn centric where boys are furious with Zayn because their latest music leak Or something everyone blame Zayn for it but he didn’t do anything so they have bad argument and boys says some hurtful thing to him he get really sad, they don’t talk to him for days he got all quiet not being himself almost depressed after some days everybody got news that some crew member leaked it for money and Zayn is innocent and make it up to him?? I’m sorry for any mistakes English is not first my language.
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Zayn had no idea how things got so wrong. He was laughing with his bandmates, making music and memories at one point, and in the other, he was drifting away from his bandmates with no idea how he had become the most hated one in the band. Nobody actually said anything to his face but Zayn could feel it. He could see the things that were changing. He could feel how he was slowly becoming an extra in the band and it was probably the reason why he was the easiest target whenever they needed to blame someone.
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When someone’s presence starts bothering you, it’s easier to snap at them, right? At first, it was little things that somehow started making Zayn uneasy.
“You could have woken me up earlier, Zayn” Niall snapped when he got late for an interview one day.
Niall only shouted at Zayn and not Harry who roomed closer to Niall. But surely it was just Niall being in a bad mood.
Then it had been Louis.
“Try not to steal all the attention, huh?” Louis whispered at him during a meet and greet as the girls waved enthusiastically at him.
Louis was teasing, right? They always do that!
But Harry certainly wasn’t teasing.
“Zayn, do you really have to choose the high pitch solos? Come on, man! There’s no need steal the show every time” Harry mumbled during recording.
Zayn couldn’t even bring himself to say that he wasn’t even asked to pick the solos. He only took the one he got.
Liam’s one hurt the most though.
“Answer some questions yourself, Zayn! I’m tired of having your back always” Liam grumbled.
Yup this one hurt because they had promised each other that they’d always have each other’s back, right?
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Slowly Zayn became the least liked person in the band. At least, that’s what he thought because there was no way that his bandmates, who loved him as a brother, would jump at his throat on the first given occasion.
“How much attention do you want, Zayn? You just can’t wait to tell people that you’re the best singer in the world, huh?” Harry shouted.
“What do you mean?” Zayn asked.
“He is going to pretend as if he doesn’t know now” Louis huffed.
“I really don’t know what you all are talking about” Zayn whispered.
“The new song that we were recording has been leaked. Guess whose part has been leaked?” Liam muttered.
“Yours, of course,” Niall blurted out when Zayn stayed quiet, “I can’t believe you. Why would you do this, Zayn? Do you hate us this much? Do you really wanna go solo so badly?” Niall started questioning.
Liam wrapped an arm around Niall, all while glaring at Zayn “You tore us apart. You tore the band down.”
Zayn stood there, quiet. He wasn’t even given a chance to explain himself. He was proved guilty without any proof.
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Zayn would have defended himself but only if the boys gave him the chance to do so. None of them were even talking to him and Zayn just couldn’t deal with that. Even those around him could notice that something was wrong.
The boys had jumped out of the car as soon as they got home but Zayn stayed rooted in the front seat.
“Z?” Paul, their bodyguard, called out.
“Can you keep driving?” Zayn asked, in a small voice.
Paul drove around for a bit before noticing the younger boy fighting back tears.
“Talk to me kid! What’s going on?” Paul asked.
And with that Zayn just broke, “They hate me! They want me gone!”
Paul stopped by the side, pulling the kid in his arms as the younger one sobbed his heart out.
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None of his bandmates even noticed that Zayn was missing the whole night but they surely looked up when they heard Paul barged into the room, dragging someone behind him.
“He’s the makeup assistant, right?” Niall asked.
“Did anyone even ask themselves what a makeup assistant was doing during a sound recording? Not that you guys needed him there?” Paul asked.
“Why was he there then?” Louis asked.
“Oh my God” Liam gasped as he started realizing what was going on.
“Right! He is the one who leaked Zayn’s solo” Paul sighed.
“Why would he do that?” Harry asked.
“For money” the man admitted.
“Get out of here as quick as possible” Louis said, grabbing the man’s collar.
As the man was escorted out, Paul turned to the boys, “And you all blamed Zayn without even giving the boy a chance to explain.”
“We messed up” Liam sighed.
“Where’s Zayn?” Louis asked.
“He’s at yours, isn’t he?” Harry questioned.
“Can we see him, please?” Niall asked.
And Paul couldn’t refuse them. He loved them all equally, even if they mess up from time to time.
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Zayn looked depressed and he couldn’t be blamed either. His bandmates had done that to him.
“Z, it was the makeup assistant,” Louis said.
“I know. Paul told me” Zayn answered.
“We shouldn’t have blamed you,” Harry said.
“You really shouldn’t have” Zayn merely stated.
“Sorry seems such a small word to say to you” Niall sighed.
“But it would be a start,” Zayn said, instead.
“You’re already forgiving us” Liam shook his head.
“What would I do without you guys? It’s not that I don’t make mistakes” Zayn shrugged.
“We’ll make it up to you brother. Promise” Louis said, pulling Zayn in a hug as the others joined in.
They weren’t fixed. The storm was yet to come but for now, Zayn would grab onto his bandmates for as long as he could.
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Zayn knew that there were doubts regarding him staying with the band. He knew that in the back of his mind, there was a possibility of him leaving. He knew that his bandmates were still wary of him and his impromptu decisions. But right now, all that mattered was that the boys had apologized and they were ready to move on. As long as they don’t hate him, Zayn would be fine.
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A/N
Not really sure about this. Couldn’t find a happy ending at all. But still, hope you all like it.
Prompt - Hey, can you do one about Zaughty’s “break up” please? 💞🍥
Prompt - Hey, so like a month ago Zayn did a Periscope and at the end someone rings his bell then he hangs up. So could you please do one where he thinks he hanged up but in fact no but he doesn’t know and Liam appears on the screen (thousands of people see it) and he hugs and kisses Zayn ? That would be awesome xxx
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The past few months had been an absolute mess for Zayn. He’d gone from One Direction band member Zayn to just a normal guy named Zayn. It hadn’t been easy for Zayn. He had unwillingly hurt some and caused quite a distance between some relationships. He broke some friendships and made some but through all this, there was one person that he could count on and that one was Liam.
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All he wanted was to get out from the limelight for a while but that very decision brought a lot of problems along with. Sure his bandmates supported his decision but Zayn knew that somewhere they were hurt by Zayn’s decision. He got in company of some of his friends but soon learnt they were nowhere like the boys.
Zayn regretted his decision the day Louis had a fall out with Zayn’s friend Shahid, ‘Naughty Boy.’ At first Zayn tried to stick up for his friend but soon realized that his and Louis’s friendship was getting too strained. Finally, he decided to part ways with Naughty Boy. But the mess had already been done.
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Slowly, Zayn tried to pick the pieces of his life and join them back together. He got on with life and started falling back to his somewhat routine life. He reconnected with his fans and one day decided to do a periscope. Interacting with his fans had helped him get his life somewhat back on track. But that periscope idea caused another mess in his life. As if he had not enough mess to deal with, he also accidently outed his relationship with Liam live on periscope. Within minutes, the world had known that Zayn and Liam were dating each other.
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It happened during that periscope when suddenly Zayn heard the doorbell. Since he was sat in the living room, he could easily see that it was Liam out of the door. As Liam had a key to his apartment, the boy simply let himself in as Zayn hurriedly hang up on the periscope. Trust Zayn’s luck, he was in such a hurry that he didn’t even hang up as he dropped the laptop on the couch, leaping up for a hug from Liam.
“Hey, missed me much?” Liam chuckled as he hugged the boy back.
“You have no idea” Zayn mumbled.
“Heard about the Zaughty break up. I thought you guys had become quite good friends?” Liam asked.
“Please, I don’t want to talk about that” Zayn sighed.
“I was so worried about you, baby” Liam said, pulling the boy in a kiss.
Zayn nodded, relaxing as soon as their lips connected with each other.
Suddenly Liam’s sight went on the laptop as he gasped out, “Is that thing on, Zayn?”
Zayn could only gasp in horror as he hurried to hang up. The mess had already been done though.
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In a matter of time, all social media was blowing up with the news of Zayn and Liam dating each other. The hashtag #Ziam was trending worldwide. GIFS of Zayn and Liam kissing each other was everywhere online.
Sat on the couch, Zayn could only hold his head in his hands.
“This is all my fault” Zayn mumbled between sobs.
“Hey no… Zayn, baby, don’t cry. I’m not angry at you, babe” Liam said, pulling Zayn in a hug and dropping a kiss to his forehead.
“You’re not angry?” Zayn asked.
“Nope. We needed a way to come out, right? Maybe it’s not the best one but at least it’s one thing that we don’t have to worry about anymore.” Liam said.
“Media is going to bug you. One Direction’s management will be so angry with you.” Zayn mumbled.
“I don’t care about them. I care about you. And you know why? Because I love you.” Liam smiled.
“I love you too” Zayn said, letting Liam pull him in a kiss again.
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Zayn believed his life to have turned into a mess right now. But as long as he had Liam by his side, he believed that things will turn alright. Or in Liam’s words, their life was a mess sure but it was a beautiful mess.
The walls were closing in. I swear to god the walls were closing in and they were going to crush me between them. And I could not breathe because all of the air was being sucked out of the room as the walls squeezed closer and closer together.
(Or the one where the boys get trapped in a lift and Niall’s claustrophobia leads to a violent panic attack)
Warnings: Trigger warnings for panic attacks, anxiety disorders, and self harm.
Notes: If this might trigger you, please don’t read it.
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Zayn hated this so much. He hated being so utterly helpless, powerless, weak. He hated having to stand by and watch as his little brother screamed and sobbed and shrieked for help that would not come. He hated hearing his painfully sharp wheezing and wailing as he struggled to breathe. He hated the dull thump that shook the lift every time Niall threw his slight body against the door. He hated the way the tears and snot poured down his brother’s face. He hated knowing that Niall was minutes away from passing out. He hated how upset and mortified Niall would be when he finally regained consciousness and how it would take weeks, probably months, for him to get past it. He hated how Niall had come so far since that time at the X Factor house, and all that progress he’d made would be thrown out the window and they’d be catapulted back to square one. God dammit he hated it. He hated this stupid fucking lift. And he hated this stupid fucking hotel. And he hated this stupid fucking country because god dammit why the fuck couldn’t they fucking make fucking lifts that worked, or that were at least the same size as his closet if not bigger. God fucking damn it he hated it so much. But more than anything he hated the fact that his little brother was in so much pain and there was nothing he could do to help him.
Niall was hysterical. He was sobbing and wheezing and gasping and wailing and moaning and whimpering and choking and screaming. Zayn couldn’t resist trying to envelop Niall once more in his arms. But as soon as he did, he wished he hadn’t. Niall screamed louder than ever, his voice tearing to shreds. “I can’t breathe!” And then he promptly began clawing at his chest and neck, the blunt scraping of flesh beneath his nails sickeningly loud despite his gasping and sobbing. “I can’t breathe! I can’t breathe! I can’t breathe! They’re crushing me! Get them off! Help! The walls are crushing me! I can’t breathe! Help me! Pleeeeeaaaassee!” He was no longer screaming. He wheezed out each word, as though he was being suffocated, tormented, gasping and spluttering.
Zayn blanched. No! No! No! God, that was so stupid of him. Why would he do that? He knew better than that! Honestly he did! He’s not stupid. He’s really not. But god fucking dammit that was stupid!
It was Liam who grabbed Niall’s wrists to stop him ripping at his throat. Liam’s still commanding Niall to breathe, as if his words might magically make the oxygen flow to Niall’s lungs. Out of the corner of his eye, Zayn saw that Harry was in tears as well. Louis had fallen silent, shocked and unable to keep up his stream of jokes. Zayn groaned. Fuck.
Okay. Okay. So first off, he needed to get Niall breathing, or else he would pass out. He’d deal with everything else later. Now how to get Niall breathing…He knew that commanding him to breathe (Liam) would not work, since he was unable to do so on his own. So he had to try and calm him down.
Zayn reached out a tentative hand and placed it on Niall’s back. He began rubbing in calming circles, murmuring, “It’s okay Nialler, you’re okay. You’re alive. You’re not gonna die, I won’t let you. I promise. Shhh. You’re okay Nialler.” Without stopping his hand or his murmurs, he motioned for Liam to sit Niall on the ground.
Harry and Lou crowded to the edge of the lift to make room for Niall and Zayn and Liam to sit on the floor (Liam still had a firm grasp on Niall’s struggling hands that were itching to resume their clawing). Zayn sat back against the wall and leaned Niall against him, this time rubbing his chest soothingly, trying to get his lungs to relax and expand. He could feel Niall’s heart beating furiously beneath his palm. With one hand still thumbing gently over Niall’s heaving chest, Zayn reached his fingers up to Niall’s neck to check his pulse. It was thrumming so fast he couldn’t keep up to count the beats. Fuck.
Niall was fighting to escape Liam’s hold. He was trembling, visibly quaking against Zayn’s chest. His breathes were unbelievably shallow and loud as he gasped for air. Suddenly he lurched forward and began to heave harshly, gagging and spluttering as though he had just been drowned. Zayn realised what was going to happen half a second before Niall retched all over himself. Niall was too far past the point of even being aware of his surroundings to notice let alone care that he was covered in his own vomit. Zayn’s stomach lurched. He was never good with people throwing up; it made him nauseous. But his little brother needed him. And so he bit back the queasiness and leaned forwards, trying to tug Niall’s now sopping sweater over his head. Niall was so far gone by this point, Zayn doubted he was even present in the lift anymore. He wrestled the putrid sweater off of Niall and tossed it to the side, struggling to get Niall’s arms through it, and wincing when it covered his head and Niall screamed at the top of his lungs, agonized, as though someone had pressed a flaming hot iron to him and his flesh was searing away.
The moment Niall was free he leapt to his feet and slammed into the door of the lift. It was less than two seconds later that his body gave out and he came crashing back to the floor, landing half on top of Liam, unconscious.
