A/N: this is for SadieAnne16! ZAYN CENTRIC! The rest of the boys are his boyfriends. You've read these type of 1D bromance relationships before, don't act surprised. Well anyways....hope you like it love! Sorry for the wait.

By the way: weight/height proportions have not been fixed.

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[FAMOUS]

-Zayn-

"Come to my office now."

No 'How are you?' No 'Hey Zayn.' Nothing. Just an order and then our manager hung up. Isn't he just full of manners? It doesn't matter, I still have to go wether I want to or not.

"Guys, I'm headed over to David's office!" I call out to the boys in the living room.

There's a pause in which I hear them pause the game they're playing and tumble after one another to get to me. Niall gets to me first, followed by Liam, Harry and Louis.

"But Zaynie, why?" Niall whines pouting.

I shrug just as confused as he is "I don't know Nialler. But I guess I'll find out."

After some pecks on the forehead by them, I head out for David's office. I get in my car and start the drive, thoughts drifting to my boyfriends. Yeah, boyfriends, plural. It might sound weird to you, but honestly they're really amazing and supportive of me. They care for me, love me and make me feel good about who I am. If it weren't for them, the pressure of fame would've broken me already. I owe them my life.

Once I reach my destination, I check my phone to see four new messages. Smiling to myself, I check them as I go into the building.

I miss you Zayniepoo :( I'm gonna cuddle you to death when you're back. Luv you!!

make sure to drive safely, don't want our precious Zayn to get hurt. Love you Zayn! <3

if that bitch says something mean to you, just 'member that I'm a call away. Or slap him. I'm cool with that too xD love you babe!

I think the boys already covered everything, but just to make sure. I miss you so badly, you don't even know how much. Stay safe. And kick his ass if he tries anything. Get home soon babe, we love you!

I 'aww' internally at their texts, it makes me feels so warm inside knowing they care about me. They know exactly what to say to pick me up when I'm down. They're like my personal angels.

"Malik. Sit down." Oh. I reached David's office. I hastily put my phone in my pocket and sit down at a chair, finally noticing that the rest of management is present as well. I squirm under their gaze, not knowing what I'm here for. Maybe it's the whole 'having four boyfriends' thing again. Maybe.

Minutes pass, and they still stare at me. Until Jeff, part of management, speaks "Zayn, how do you feel about going on a diet?"

What? "I'm sorry, what are you talking about?" This makes no sense whatsoever.

He opens his mouth to reply but David interrupts him "Lets cut right to the chase...Zayn you need to go on a diet."

"Why?"

David chuckles "There's no kind way to say this but here it goes, Zayn you need to lose weight. You're just not good looking enough in terms of weight to be in the band. No offense, but you're worse than Horan right now. At least he has a fast metabolism, you on the other hand, gain noticeable weight after you eat. You need to lose weight if you want to stay in the band."

Ouch. Ok, that stung. Badly. Right now, it sucks being sensitive because I'm practically holding back tears as David and the rest of them look at me, what's worse is knowing what they think of me. "H-how much?"

Reagan speaks up this time, no pity in his beady brown eyes "Ehrm, I don't know. How much do you weigh?"

"Um, around 150 pounds?" I guess, I don't really care about my weight. Well, now I do.

I earn a disappointed look from the four of them, my confidence slowly falling apart. "Lose at least forty pounds or so. Maybe then, you'll be presentable."

Forty? That'll put me at 110pounds! Isn't that, unhealthy for a guy my age and height? What will the boys think? That's what I'm worried about the most. I don't want to disappoint them. Almost as if reading my mind, David smiles in a threatening way "Don't tell the rest of the boys ANYTHING about this. At all. This is out secret Zayn. If they ask anything, just tell them that we were worried about you having four boyfriends. Got it?"

Almost in a daze, I just nod and at their approval, leave the office. As I get in the car, I think of the mess I'm in. Not only are they making me starve myself but they're making me lie to my boyfriends. I don't want to know what management will do to me if I tell the boys, but I don't want to find out. I'll just have convince them that nothing important went on at the meeting.

I groan loudly, and start the car, sending a text to Liam that I'm on my way home. Lie. That's all I have to do. Easier said than done. Liam can pick up on a lie faster than Niall can say Nandos. That's how good he is. I can't do this. I'll end up telling them the truth and then-then...what if they are telling the truth? I pull up at the driveway, get out and open the door only to be tackled by someone.

"Zaynie! You're home! We missed you!!" Oh Louis. He wraps his arms around my leg, gripping it tightly and looks up at me with a huge smile. My heart melts a little at the adorable sight of him looking like a child hugging my leg.

"Aww Louis, I missed you too love." I reply kneeling down to kiss his forehead.

Almost instantly, a blonde head pushes me back and rests on my stomach a bit harshly. But, it doesn't hurt as much as I thought it would. Fat. That's what's keeping me safe from intense pain. Fat. Biting my lip, I push Niall off me and stand up managing to make Louis stand up as well. No Liam or Harry.

I look at Niall "Where are they?"

He just shrugs "Went out to get some food to eat."

Oh. "Ok. I'll be up in my room."

"Wait. What did he want?" Damn you Louis.

I roll my eyes pretending to he annoyed as I answer "Just worried about the whole all-five-boys-dating-each-other thing. Nothing important. Wanting to know how I was dealing with it seeing as I'm the most sensitive and stuff." I shrug and head up, thankful that they didn't press for more. And the fact that Liam isn't here, or else lying would've been harder to do.

Lying on my bed, I run over what management told me...I'm fat. That was putting it in simple terms. No other way around it. I'm not fat am I? Sure, I'm not made entirely of muscle but I'm still in good shape. Or am I?

I drag myself off the bed and stand in front of my full length mirror, and stare at my reflection. I see myself, the way I've always done. Tall, lean, imperfect. I know I'm not perfect but I don't mind, I've learned to accept myself for who I am and what I look like. No sense in putting myself down. But now, now that I know what management thinks of me, I start to rethink everything. They wouldn't lie, they're harsh but truthful. They know what's best for the band right? So if they say I need to lose weight, then that's what I'll do. I don't want the boys' career to go downhill because of me.

With one last glance at my reflection, I return back to bed hoping for a peaceful sleep.

I need to change. I need to be better.

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Sorry, cutting it into 2 parts cuz...I can. Don't know when the second part will be up though :/ hope you likey.