Ziam One Shots

Story Of My Life

Zayn's POV

"GET BACK HERE BRAT!" My mon yells as I run out of the hotel room.

I may be barefoot and just in shorts and nothing else in the cold weather but I still run. I took a shower and she got mad because I used it and now I'm being chased down this expensive hotel by here and my dad. I keep running, turning a corner and running into someone, making them fall back.

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry," I help the blonde up.

"Nah it's alright mate," he pats my back, making me flinch.

"What are you wearing when it's mid November?" he asks.

"U-Uh, shorts, look, I would stay and talk, b-but I really have t-to go," I quickly look behind me, seeing my father glare at me.

"Oh alright, see ya later then?" He says and I nod then run.

I reach the stairs, seeing my mother at the bottom. I turn to run but only to see my father. My eyes widen as he pushes me down. I tumble down the stairs and land right in front of my mother. I look at her with hooded eyes and she glares at me. I feel my leg being lifted up and dragged up the stairs, my head being hit on every step. By the time we make it up the stairs, I'm being dragged up more until we reached the roof, where I was thrown there and the left. I limp towards the door, trying to open it, but it's locked. I let out a sigh and sit in a corner, trying to calm myself. It's going to be okay. Nothing is wrong, I'm just on a roof that's really high and the only way down is the side of the building. Oh god, I can't do this. I feel my breathing quicken, my vision blurs, as I lean my head back on the ledge. I suddenly feel arms wrap around me. They don't feel like my parents but I still flinch, but eventually lean into the comfort of the warmth with my eyes squeezed shut. When I open my eyes, I'm in a warm hotel room with 4 pairs of worried eyes looking at me.

"W-Who are you?" I ask shakily.

"Well I'm Niall," the blonde I saw earlier said. "Green eyes is Harry, feather head is Louis, and the last one with brown eyes is Liam. We're in a band called One Direction. We were walking around the hotel and decided to check the roof and that's where we found you."

I shakily nod and wrap myself around the soft blanket.

"What's your name?" Louis asks.

"Z-Zayn, w-why do y-you care?" I ask.

"What's wrong with caring for another person?" Harry asks.

I shrug and close my eyes, hiding myself in the blanket.

"Zayn, are you okay?" Liam asks, sitting next to me.

There's a knock at the door and Harry opens it.

"Hello, have you seen our son, his name is Zayn, he has black hair with hazel eyes and he's short," I hear my mom's voice.

I eyes widen and I let out a whimper as I try to shrink back into the blanket.

"Oh yes, we found him on the roof, come on in," Louis says.

My parents walk in, sending me a glare to me.

"Zayn, what have we told you about trying to get people's attention. Say sorry for bothering them," my father glares harder.

"I-I'm so s-sorry guys," I look down, holding back the tears.

"Wait, just let him stay, he wasn't bothering us," Niall says.

"No no, he's grounded anyway," my mother says and grabs my arm, making my wince in pain.

"Let him go," Liam says in a stern voice, noticing my pain.

"Don't tell her what to do, he's our son," my father glares at him, his anger taking over and he raises his hand.