Zayn Malik

#Imagine:
“That was absolutely amazing!” With a wide smile on his face, your boyfriend sits down on the soft bright red carpet in front of a large black couch, resting his head on the edge. “I’m so tired I could be collapsing right now, though…” Zayn closes his eyes and wipes away some drops of sweat off his neck with a towel he has just grabbed.
“You were phenomenal, babe!” You plump down next to him on the ground and grab his hand, making him smile with his eyes still closed.
“Thank you”, Zayn says and he looks at you. It seems like he can use some sleep indeed, but it looks cute on him. It remains silent as he strokes your hand palm with his thumb, smiling at you as he pulls you closer and kisses your lips, just quickly. “I’m really happy you came to watch us tonight. Thank you”, he speaks and you kiss his cheek as you stand up.
“You’re very welcome.” You walk over to the fridge and turn your head around the corner. “Hey, want anything to drink?” Zayn nods a bit dreamily and mumbles:
“Yeah, sure, just some water, please.” All of a sudden a noise sounds from the corridor and two other boys plunge into the room.
“Best one yet! Ah, can I go back to the start of that gig and do it all over again, please?” Louis shouts out and he jumps onto the black couch Zayn has been resting his head on. “Are you tired, Malik?” Louis grins and slaps his best friend’s cheek. Zayn frowns and stands up with difficulty. He doesn’t answer and grabs the bottle you’ve just filled for him with water. Liam, who has also walked into the room with Louis, is a bit more silent and less hyper than Louis currently is. His eyes light up when he sees you with Zayn.
“Hey, [Your Name]! Great to see you here! Enjoyed the show?” He walks up to you and hugs you with a smile.
“Oh yes, I really did!” You exclaim. “I actually had loads of fun out there, you did a great job!”
“Thank you”, Liam says and Zayn looks around when Niall and Harry also enter the room. You greet them as well and Zayn gestures at the door, taking your arm.
“Shall we go somewhere else for a while?” He says, indicating to the other boys, who are all being very loud. You agree with him and leave the room with Zayn, yet able to hear Harry whistling at you both. You shake your head and place your hand around Zayn’s arm when you walk through the dark corridor of the concert hall.
“What place are you taking me to?” You ask curiously. Zayn shows you a crooked smile and he pinches your skin.
“The main stage”, he says and you stop walking.
“The stage? But are we even allowed to…?” Zayn grins mischievously and literally drags you with him to the next door.
“No. Do you care?” Zayn and you chuckle and you foolishly run together until you arrive at the large steel stage doors. You put down the heavy handle and push against the door. You go first and walk around the large cloths and curtains that reach up high to go to the main stage. Your heart is actually starting to beat louder, just like you’re going to have a performance yourself, when you step onto the stage.
“So this is what it feels like…” You whisper as you walk further over the black stage. The hall is completely empty and all that’s left are the dark red seats all around you. Soft spotlights are still on, but the whole thing looks a little bit mysterious caused by its emptiness. You hear Zayn approaching behind you and laying an arm around your waist.
“Unreal, isn’t it?” He whispers in your ear and you look over the upper rings.
“Overwhelming”, you say with admiration in your voice. “I only just realize how huge this concert hall actually is! Wow…” Zayn chuckles softly and you feel his breath tickling your neck, you smell a strong scent of mint. Suddenly he lets you go and you shiver when his body warmth leaves you.
“Wait, you should check this out!” He says, his brown eyes twinkle and he runs over to the very front of the stage, looking into the illusion of a dark crowd, which isn’t obviously there. He softly starts to sing They Don’t Know About Us and it actually echoes through the whole place, making it sound louder and more intense. Zayn doesn’t stop singing and you walk up to him, having goose bumps on your arms and back. Your lower lip starts to tremble when your hand glides over his back, up to his neck and shoulder, his voice penetrating in your head. Zayn finishes the chorus and looks at his left. His long, dark eyelashes are even more visible en profile.
“Amazing echo, right?” He says softly, with a deep voice, staring you into the eyes.
“Stunning…” You whisper. Without knowing he has even moved, he presses his lips onto yours, starting a passionate kiss. He gently places his hands behind your head and between your shoulder blades, kissing you with all the intense feelings he currently has. His fingers slowly go through your hair and caress your cheekbone. You take a little break to gasp for air, watching Zayn’s eyes and laying your head on his chest.
“I love you, Zayn”, you mutter against the fabric of his shirt. He wraps his arms around you and holds you tight, leaving a sweet kiss on your forehead.
“I love you too, [Your Name]. If only I could express how much I care about you. It’s not to be said with just words”, he says.
All of a sudden a loud sound disturbs you, coming from down the stage, somewhere in a corner of the room, where one of the entrances is located. The door opens and a bunch of girls carefully walks into the concert hall. You’re both too surprised to move and stay there in the middle front of the stage, embracing.
“Excuse me?” A girl’s voice sounds and Zayn confusedly lets go of you to walk over the stage into the direction the girls are standing. You just follow him and try to count the amount of people of the group, which is hard caused by the dark.
“What are they doing here?” You hear Zayn mumbling as he reaches another edge of the stage.
“Um, I’m sorry, but we heard you singing and thought we could come up here to, um…like…meet you.” The girl shyly stutters.
“It was beautiful by the way!” Another girl assures him.
“Thank you”, Zayn says awkwardly and a little embarrassed. You’re not sure whether to come and stand next to him or just stay back here on the stage. He glances over his shoulder and gestures you should come over to him as well. The girls keep completely silent and watch at you as you bite your lip.
“Hi”, you say a bit insecure. You count five girls, so not as many as it seemed in the first place.
“You are so gorgeous, [Your Name]”, a girl with a cute face dares to break the silence. You don’t know how to react and feel a bit twitchy, but thank the girl, whose name is Katy, anyway. Zayn starts to feel more comfortable and utters:
“I agree with you!” He smiles at you cheekily and one of the girls starts to ‘aww’.
“That’s so cute! You’re such a beautiful couple together!” A blonde girl says.
“Aw, you’re sweet, thank you”, you tell them thankfully.
“Listen, girls, we’d love to stay here and talk to you, but we should go back to the dressing rooms, I think”, Zayn says abruptly. “We’re not even allowed to be here.” The girls start to giggle and a girl called Sara asks:
“Could we take a picture with you?” Zayn watches you like he asks for permission and you just shrug.
“That should be fine, I guess!” As Zayn jumps off the stage and takes some pictures, one of the girls looks up at you from beneath there and asks with red cheeks:
“Would you like to take a picture with me, too?” You frown for a second, but don’t hesitate and go off the stage as well.
“With me?” You speak to her, being very surprised.
“Yes”, the girl says and admits: “You know, you inspire me so much. Although you receive such bad messages online you still manage to stay strong, I really admire that. You’re a beautiful person.” The girl’s blue eyes twinkle and you just see she means what she has just said.
“Thank you”, you whisper and you swallow once to keep yourself from crying.

After you’ve taken a few pictures you and Zayn finally go backstage again. Eventually there, you hug him tightly.
“Those girls were so sweet”, you tell him and Zayn nods, tightening his grip on your waist. “The things they said to me were so nice.” Your lower lip trembles again, you smile softly and Zayn kisses a spot behind your ear.
“You deserve every nice word they have said to you”, Zayn says. He takes your head in his hands and places a soft kiss on your forehead and his melodious voice sounds through the room. “You deserve the whole world.”

Zayn Malik

#Imagine:
“No!” With your free hand, you grab the door handle and open the front door. “Don’t…don’t touch me.” Your heart is beating louder and louder, as you step forward. You feel your heartbeat in your throat and it feels like you just swallowed little stones that make the gap in your trachea smaller. Your cheeks are hot and your face is full of red blotches, caused by the fact you’ve been crying. Tears are still streaming down your face and your legs are sore, knees are weak.
“Wait, [Your Name]! I-…” A desperate voice sounds behind you, but you try to ignore it.
“You don’t deserve me…” You softly whisper to yourself and while biting your lip, you step outside in the cold wind and close the door behind you with a loud smash. Eventually outside, you collapse on your knees, on the steps of the little stairs in front of the door. You bury your face in your hands and burst out into tears.
How could he? How could he just do this to you and leave you heartbroken, all alone? There’s no way he could make this right again.
With trembling arms and shaking legs you stand up, while the door opens behind you. In one fast, angry move, you turn around again.
“Now tell me?!” You shout loudly, your eyes almost spit fire. “What do you want from me?” You start to pant and your muscles are all tense. It remains silent, apart from your screaming echoing through the empty streets. Right there, in front of you, stands the boy you fell in love with. Or…
Suddenly you shake your head and look at him alertly. His brown and moist eyes look deplorable, his cheeks are wet from crying and his eyebrows form a hopeless frown. His usually nice styled black hair, lies along his face as if it’s inanimate. He opens his mouth, his perfect lips form your name and it’s like you’re stuck to the ground with super glue.
“I don’t want your excuses, Zayn.” Your voice doesn’t sound that persuading, but Zayn’s facial expression immediately changes in one second, as if he’s in deep pain. He sadly shakes his head, clenching his fists, as he closes his eyes and a tear falls down his eyelashes.
‘Turn around’, a voice in your mind repeats. ‘Walk away from him!’ But you don’t do anything and stare at Zayn. You just can’t walk away while seeing him like that, although your mind tells you not to stay. You love him.
Zayn steps forward and takes a deep breath, that sound makes you shiver over your back.
“Just listen to me. For a few minutes. For a few seconds. I don’t care, just listen to me”, he says. His voice sounds deep and soft, raspy as well. You can hear he’s been crying. “But please, don’t-… Don’t walk away.” Zayn’s voice breaks and he sniffs to keep in the tears. He’s having a hard time speaking properly, because the next sentence gets whispered: “Please don’t walk away. It’s like…my heart gets ripped out of my body.” Zayn starts to cry softly when you don’t reply and you’re absolutely nailed to the ground, not able to speak a word. Zayn slowly turns around.
“Have you said that to her as well?” You whisper and Zayn looks up. As you look each other in the eyes, something breaks inside you again and you start to yell. “Why, Zayn? I thought we were meant to be together! I thought…nothing would ever come between us. I thought what we had was real!” The last word gets spit out and Zayn cringes. You walk into him, he’s staring at you like he’s a deer in front of bright car lights, awaiting his death. You swallow and speak with a trembling voice: “Why did you kiss her, Zayn?”
With that sentence, Zayn’s lower lip starts to tremble and his eyes get even more teary.
“I was wrong. I was so, so wrong”, is all Zayn can say and he desperately puts his arms high up in the sky. You bite your lip and notice it starts to rain. You don’t mind at all. All that matters is that stupid boy standing in front of you. That stupid, stupid boy that broke your heart. That stupid boy you still love.
“I don’t know what I was doing, [Your Name]. I just know… No”, Zayn struggles with himself and he pulls his hands through his hair, searching for a solution.
The rain’s getting heavier and you feel your thin clothes getting wet. Zayn’s voice gets stuck in his throat and locks of black hair fall down his face together with the rain drops.
“I am sorry.” The words Zayn just spoke penetrate your mind and you look him into his brown, beautiful eyes, to realize he speaks the truth. “I am sorry and you don’t know how much I want you to forgive me, [Your Name].” Zayn steps closer, so his moist face is near yours. You look up at him, with the starry sky behind him, the teardrops and the raindrops being a perfect sad combination. He grabs one of your hands and you don’t even feel like shaking it off.
“Zayn…” You whisper.
“If only I could do this over again”, Zayn says intensely. “I feel so sorry.” A raindrop rolls down his nose and falls down right onto your hands. It remains silent and for a moment you can only hear the rain falling down on the pavement and the road. Zayn grabs your other hand and whispers: “I love you, [Your Name]. I truly do.”
His eyes are begging you and a sudden feeling floods over your body when you grab Zayn’s head and kiss him. Kiss him, passionately, while holding him so tight like you never want to let go ever again. Zayn answers to your kiss and his arms fold around your waist, pulling you close to his body. You don’t let go and open your mouth a little when you feel his soft tongue going along your lips lovingly and the rain falls down over your back. You suddenly let go of him and cry loudly, burying your face in his wet hair, his luscious and familiar smelling body odour makes you feel safe. You close your eyes and stay there, being in an intense embrace with Zayn in front of his house, while the rain’s falling down on you. You hear Zayn’s heartbeat close to you through his shirt and sigh deeply, whispering the last saving words:
“I forgive you.”

Zayn Malik

#Imagine:
“Hurry up, girl!” You quickly turn around as you try to brush your hair. A pair of twinkling brown eyes smiles at you and you shake your head.
“Seriously! What makes you feel so impatient today, Zayn? You're whining. I mean, there’s no such thing as…” Zayn immediately groans:
“Don’t you dare to make that joke again”, he says and he pokes your tummy. You squint and watch him defiantly, pulling out your lips:
“There’s no such thing as a discount on mirrors today”, you say cheekily with a wide smile on your face.
As an answer, Zayn walks towards you and lifts you up with one single and easy move. He’s holding you, just like your upper body lays over his shoulder and your face is behind him.
“Tell me again... What did you say?” Zayn whispers in your ear, holding you tight.
“Nothing”, you mumble with a chuckle.
“What did you say, babe? Don’t lie to me!” Zayn starts to walk around the room and carries you outside. You shriek when he starts to run faster.
“Okay, I give up, I admit it! There wasn’t a discount on mirrors, just a free dinner for two…” You say with a wide smile and Zayn puts you down again.
“Okay, pretty”, Zayn says and he looks you in the eyes, stroking a lock of hair out of your face. He grabs your hand and bites his lip, gesturing to the car.
“Shall we go now? Or aren’t you finished?” You wave your left hand in the air and say:
“Ah, I don’t mind, my hair’s okay like this.” You quickly touch a lock of your hair to make sure you really don’t look like an idiot at the moment.
“I can’t wait”, Zayn says hastily and he almost drags you into the back of the car. “Tonight will be perfect.”

“Where is it, Zayn?” You ask him with a grin, watching his face and eyes, which are full of concentration. Suddenly he points at a lovely building, hidden behind some trees. A stone pavement leads to the building between a fountain and little ponds with lots of lovely flowers. The car you’re still in, which is a taxi cause none of you is allowed to drive yet, stops when Zayn tells the driver you’re at the place you’re supposed to be.
“Thank you, mister Harisson”, Zayn says and he pays the taxi driver. Zayn steps outside at first and decently opens the door for you.
“Here we are”, he says and he grabs your hand to help you out. You both greet the driver and start to walk down the path, having a look at the wonderful garden, which is showing. In the background you hear the birds singing and whistling and Zayn smiles at you happily.
“I hope you’re hungry tonight”, he says with a wide grin, smiling at the ground, so his lovely long eyelashes are visible. You chuckle softly and wipe away some hair out of your face with your left hand.
“I am babe, don’t worry.”
Just as you reach the stairs in front of the building, you have a look at the sign of the restaurant. It looks really chic, but not too much. Zayn opens the door and you both enter the hall of the restaurant. Your jaw drops by seeing all those lovely chandeliers, large and comfortable-looking couches and… mirrors. You poke Zayn’s tummy and point at the great wall, filled with mirrors, in front of you. Zayn frowns and suddenly bursts out laughing, his eyes sparkle.
“Looks like someone just arrived in heaven”, you mumble and you laugh along with him.
Meanwhile you arrived at the actual entrance, where a nice man welcomes you.
“Have you booked, sir?” He asks friendly. Zayn nods and shows him a card. The man tells you to move on and Zayn pinches your hand, looking at you proudly.
“Would you like to sit at the balcony or here inside?” The man asks you and you decide to take a table at the balcony.
“Wow, such a wonderful sight”, you whisper at Zayn when you sit down at the balcony. The waiter appears and you both choose something to drink. The waiter takes your order and leaves again.
Zayn grabs your hands on the table. The soft lights of the candles light up his face and make him look gorgeously mysterious. You look down the balcony and discover the path you just walked down, twinkling lights looking beautiful in the soft moonlight.
Zayn starts to stroke your handpalm with his thumb and whispers:
“It looks beautiful, doesn’t it?” You sigh deeply:
“Yes, it does Zayn. I’m completely stunned by the view.”
“Me too. It’s so pretty. Just like you, [Your Name].” It’s such a good thing that it’s so dark here, because you’re currently blushing and smiling like an idiot.
“Thank you”, you answer shyly, not really sure what to say.
“It’s okay, love, I truly meant what I said, you don’t have to say anything if you don’t want to. I also love to be here with you when it’s completely silent.” Zayn smiles and leans over the table, as his soft lips meet yours and he kisses you gently in the beautiful romantic lights.

“That was actually the most delicious dinner I ever had! I’m not even kidding!” You shout excited. Zayn took you with him for a walk around the garden after dinner. He laughs by seeing your happy face.
“I actually thought the same. And that dessert, ah! Like a piece of heaven on a spoon!” You grab Zayn’s hand and suddenly scream:
“Let’s dance, Zayn, I’m happy!” Zayn looks at you confused, but eventually he ends up joining you jumping and skipping on the grass. You scream happily and ignore the silly people looking at you both, acting like mad men or clowns.
Accidentally you stumble and take Zayn with you while you fall. He lands on top of you, but it does not hurt at all. Your heart skips a beat.
Zayn’s face is only a few centimetres away from yours and his brown eyes stray to your lips, as you feel his warm, sweet smelling breath tickling your skin. As his chest presses against yours and certain blades of grass prick your back, Zayn takes your face in his hands and starts to move closer, when his lips finally press against yours. You slowly open your mouth, as Zayn bites your upper lip teasingly, his hands stroke your hair, totally surrendering to your kiss.
Suddenly he stops. The moonlight shines behind him and with your hand you touch his jaw line. Zayn smiles at you and moves his lips closer to your ear, when he kisses your neck.
“I love you.”

Zayn Malik

#Imagine:
“Oh my god, mum!” You shout.
The sunbeam, which is bright and melting hot, tickles your skin softly, as you turn around on your towel. Certain noises, which come from screaming children and the moving waves of the ocean, sound around you. It’s a beautiful day to go sunbathing, and apparently more people think likewise. You’re on a holiday in France with your family and today your mum and you decided to go to the beach for a little while. You just brought a notebook with you to write some of your experiences in there, so you won’t get bored.
“Mum!” You hiss, as you quickly pinch your mum’s shoulder. She almost fell asleep under the parasol, with her sunglasses still on.
“What’s going on, honey?” Your mum says tiredly, slowly turning her head around in your direction.
“Remember that thing I suggested to you…about spotting One Direction lookalikes?” Your mum secretly chuckles:
“Yes. If I spotted a lookalike for you, I’d get a cookie, am I right?” She says with a little smile around her lips. You grin widely and answer your mum’s question:
“Well, yes! Actually, this time I deserve a cookie myself! I just spotted a guy, who looks a lot like Harry. Look, over there!” You point at a boy, who is sitting like ten meters away from you and your mum. Earlier that day, when you’d been walking around the camping, you also saw this guy, but he was wearing sunglasses, so you couldn’t see his face. The only things you were able to see were his cute curls and his body, really. And he was riding a bike; the moment you saw him was over very quickly.
“That guy you were talking about earlier?” Your mum asks you.
“Yes. Anyway, I’m pretty sure it’s not the real Harry. But I haven’t seen his face yet, though! Oh why doesn’t he turn around, I want to see his face!”
Your mum watches the boy, who’s still sitting there with his back towards you, and laughs. She removes her sunglasses and looks you in the eyes.
“That sure is a cute guy, love”, she says, and she immediately stands up. “I’m going to take a look for you.”
“What? No! What do you want…? What are you…?”
“Don’t worry, hun, I’m going to walk a little round to see what his face looks like.”
“Mum? Oh my…” But she already walks around the beach, among the parasols and towels from other people. You hide your face in your hands. This is really embarrassing. You watch your mum as she turns around and heads towards to the Harry lookalike. His back is still facing you, but your mum is now able to see his face. She discretely walks along him and has a quick look at the boy, as she walks to your parasol again.
When your mum arrives at the towel, she smiles widely.
“And…?” You ask her, secretly a little bit curious.
“That was one very, very cute guy for you, love! I approve.” You start to giggle nervously.
“It was very embarrassing actually, mum”, you say, still laughing. “You should have seen yourself.”
Right now the guy turns around. Damn, his face does look cute, indeed! And of course it isn’t the real Harry. Ha, you wish.
Your mum just stands there in front of you, as if she’s waiting for you to do something.
“Um...?”
“Go ahead.”
“What?”
“Just go and talk to him.”
“NO! I mean: no. I can’t do that?” Your mum watches you as you stand up, with a twitchy look on your face.
“Okay. If you say so”, you mumble to your mum. And to yourself: “Why am I even doing this?”
You take a deep breath and walk over the hot sand, towards to the boy. Suddenly your foot gets caught deep in the sand, and you fall over, with your face almost facing the ground. Now this is even more embarrassing than your mum’s stupid action.
“Are you okay?” A boy’s voice suddenly sounds. You immediately try to stand up, but that doesn’t work, so you look up.
What?
Wait. What did just happen?
The lad, who just spoke to you, takes your hand and helps you stand up again.
“Thank you”, you manage to say as your eyes widen.
A pair of wonderful brown eyes, with long deep black eyelashes, stare at you. The boy watches you a bit concerned and lays his hand on your shoulder.
“Are you sure you are okay? You might have sprained your ankle. Sometimes sand can be dangerous, you know.” He chuckles.
“Wait, wait, wait”, you say, a bit overwhelmed. “You are Z-…”
“Ssht!” The boy covers your mouth softly with two fingers and watches around nervously. “Yes. I am Zayn from One Direction”, he continues, whispering to you. “Please don’t say it out loud, I haven’t got recognized already. Although… Until you…” You smile and joke:
“Until I fell for you.” Zayn starts to chuckle. “Until you fell for me! Hey, it might be a silly question, but would you like to share a drink with me right now? I was just going to the beach tent.”
Only now you have a quick look at Zayn’s body. His lightly tinted skin shines in the sunlight, and the little tattoo on his chest is kind of laughing at you. You immediately avert your head and look at Zayn again, who watches you expectantly, with a cute smile on his face. Hello? Why does he have to look so perfect, again?
“Sure!” You say, as you dodder through the sand again. You pull a painful face, grabbing your ankle. “Autch! I guess I DID sprain my ankle!”
“Let me help you”, Zayn says, and he wraps one arm around your waist, you lay one hand on his shoulder to lean upon him.
“Thank you, Zayn”, you smile.
“No problem”, Zayn says. He secretly watches your lips and looks up again. “So tell me, what’s your name, beautiful?” Your cheeks turn a little bit red and you tell him your name.
“That’s a lovely name!” He says, with a mischievous smile. “Shall we get a drink now?”

“Why is this corridor so narrow?” You say a bit irritated.
You and Zayn arrived at the beach tent right now, though it’s quite hard to walk through the corridor with Zayn right next to you, because you are still leaning on him while walking.
“I really don’t know”, Zayn mumbles. You try to walk any further and eventually you accidentally get stuck between the two walls of the corridor.
“I’m sorry”, Zayn whispers, his chest presses close to yours and his nose almost touches yours. You gasp silently as you feel his breath tickling your skin softly.
“It’s okay”, you whisper, watching Zayn’s face.
“I…” Zayn’s eyes twinkle as he speaks, and a sweet smell of peppermint reaches your nostrils. Zayn drops his eyes. The feeling of his body warmth makes you feel weak in the knees. Suddenly he looks up and opens his mouth to say something.
“I think…” Zayn slowly moves his face closer to yours, so the tips of your noses touch. His face is so close already, that you can almost count every single one of his eyelashes. You close your eyes as his lips touch yours softly, for only a little moment. It felt like a little angel just stroke your lip for only one second. Zayn takes your hand, and he smiles at you, leading you through the corridor.
“Let’s go buy something”, Zayn says while chuckling cutely. You touch your lips a little with your fingertips. That small spot Zayn just touched with his lips feels like it is on fire right now. Zayn pinches your hand a little and smiles widely at you.
Lookalikes? Not done! This is the real deal.

Zayn Malik & Harry Styles

#Imagine it's almost twelve o'clock, midnight. You're at Harry and Louis' apartment, where Harry decided to hold a little sleepover. Louis, Niall and Liam are all not here tonight and you didn't want to be all alone: that's exactly the reason why Harry invited you and Zayn to his apartment.
Because of some previous party the fridge is still filled with alcoholic drinks. Not that you are an alcoholic... Harry thought it was fun to put a little bit of vodka in your coke.
'I bet Louis is having a lot of fun with Eleanor tonight', Harry says with an evil grin on his face. He's lying on the large couch, which stands in the living room. Harry moves a little while watching you and Zayn. With his left hand he's holding a beer and his right hand lays on his hips.
'And Liam with Danielle...' You hear Zayn, he chuckles.
'Probably', you say. Damn, you feel a little bit dizzy. 'And what about our Nialler?'
Zayn and Harry glance at each other and both start to laugh loudly. You just stare at them.
'Did I miss something?' You ask, but Harry winks at you and says:
'Don't worry, sexy!' You shiver by hearing that deep voice talking to you like that. 'You didn't miss anything', Harry continues.
'Nope', Zayn says, as he puts one arm around your waist. You're both sitting on Harry's soft carpet, on the ground.
'We just think Niall is having a great night with his pillow', Harry jokes.
'That's mean!' You say, but secretly you can't contain your laughter at all. Might be the vodka.
Harry suddenly jumps off the couch and walks away.
'I feel like putting some music on, be right back', he says as he leaves. You sigh. Nice way to change the subject.
Suddenly you feel Zayn's arm moving lower, from your waist to your bum. He turns you around a little and watches you with his beautiful brown eyes. It makes you melt by seeing those wonderful eyelashes every girl would be jealous of.
'Hey babe...'
Zayn bites his lip as he moves his face closer to yours, right now his forehead leans on yours.
'Zayn-...' You whisper and you watch his perfect lips. Suddenly a romantic song starts to play and Harry walks in again.
'Hey, I thought o-... Wait a minute!' Harry immediately runs over to Zayn and you, of course he noticed you were just about to kiss. Harry sits down with a dirty look on his face. He strokes your chin softly with one finger, teasingly.
'You were not going to have fun without me, were you guys?' He whispers and a weird feeling crawls over you. Before you can even realize you feel Harry's soft and moist lips touching yours, as he starts to kiss you passionately. You feel Harry lays one hand on your bum, where Zayn's other hand is already located. Teasingly Harry tickles your lips with his tongue, as he asks you to open your mouth a little without speaking a word.
Suddenly something very unexpected happens: as you put your lips a bit aside, you feel another pair of lips touching yours. You get a little bit scared but immediately close your eyes again, while Zayn joins your kissing game. Your tongues play like they already know each other for years, and the feeling of this kiss you get from Harry and Zayn at the same time makes you feel weak. These boys are driving you crazy!
While Harry starts to nibble your lip Zayn leads his tongue along your teeth. Harry groans as you touch his shirt and move your hand over his warm and naked chest slowly. Zayn pushes you down on the carpet and starts kissing your neck and ear, rubbing your tummy slowly with his hand. You moan of pleasure as Harry's tongue finds yours again. You gasp as Zayn touches your bra under your shirt and tilts it up a little.
Harry puts a little kiss on your bellybutton.
'No, we don't need any pillows tonight to cuddle up to...' He whispers sexily as he licks his lips and helps Zayn putting off your shirt...

Zayn Malik

#Imagine you're sitting in the living room, on a large couch, on your own. You're kind of watching an extremely boring movie, which plays on an uninteresting channel, with the sound of the shower in the background.
Right now you're just waiting for Zayn to finish his little shower-session. He came home lately from a gig tonight: the clock tells you it's almost half past twelve. Zayn wanted to take a shower very badly though, you didn't really mind and it is in fact quite understandable.
With a yawn you listen to the sound of the water reaching the bottom of the bath, which suddenly stops. Apparently Zayn finished showering. Weird he didn't sing a single line there today. Normally he held whole performances on his own in the shower, singing very loudly. Ah well, he had to be really tired of all this travelling-stuff.
"Babe!" Zayn suddenly shouts. You immediately stand up and run to the staircase at the corridor, so you can hear what he's saying.
"Babeee?" Zayn shouts again. "Could you probably hand me a towel? I forgot to bring one!"
You sigh as you walk up the stairs and go to the bedroom to take a red towel from the closet. Afterwards you walk to the bathroom and open the door a little bit awkwardly.
"Z-Zayn?" You stutter. "I brought you a..."
Suddenly you get scared as you feel a warm hand on your shoulder. You turn around, and look right into Zayn's beautiful face. His hair is still wet and his jawline looks a little bit raw because he didn't shave this morning. A little sparkling gloss adorns his moist...body.
"Oh m-..." You whisper almost breathless, as your eyes watch his naked torso.
Oh. My. Malik.
You want to turn around again, but Zayn grabs the towel you got him, so you can't leave yet.
"Thank you for the towel", he says with a deep, raspy and tired-sounding sexy voice.
Nobody.. You repeat: NOBODY else can make those five simple words sound sexy while pronouncing them. But Zayn just did.
"You're welcome", you mumble when your cheeks turn red and you grab the doorknob immediately.
"Wait", Zayn says hastily. "I want you to..."
He suddenly grabs your shoulders, turns you around and pulls you close to him as his soft lips meet yours. Zayn's lips still are a little bit moist and you feel his naked body touching yours through your clothes while kissing him passionately. Zayn lays one hand behind your head while he bites your upper lip teasingly . With his other hand he throws the towel you gave him in a little corner of the bathroom and he slowly opens his eyes as he lifts up your top a little. The warmth of his hand tickles your skin, which gives you goose bumps. Zayn's gorgeous brown eyes meet yours as he asks you to go on without speaking any words. The look in his eyes says enough to understand what he's asking you.
You nod and sigh deeply, as Zayn pulls your shirt over your head with one simple move. He continues kissing you: first your jaw, then your neck and afterwards he goes down along your belly. The feeling of his warm lips touching your naked skin drives you crazy, so you moan softly.
"Zayn..." You whisper and he pushes you against the wall to snog you with a mischievous groan. He shivers and puts his arms around you tightly.
"I love you so much, babe", he says with his incredibly attractive voice. He winks as his hands slowly find their way down your body...

Zayn Malik

#Imagine you’re in London for a week, with your best friend. It’s like a present from your parents: they thought it would be nice to surprise you once.
Your friend and you got a little hotel room in the center of London. The hotel itself is really nice, and very cheap also, which is very useful.
Today your best friend and you decide to go shopping for a while.

“Abercrombie and Fitch, now?” You ask your friend. The large bags you already got at Jack Wills, Toms, H&M and Primark are really heavy and you almost collapse.
“Come on… We should get a drink at Starbucks now, I’m exhausted!” Your friend yells.
“Okay, okay, I agree. Then tell me where we have to go now, because I haven’t got a slightest idea”, you say as you follow your friend along the street.

“Ooh, I don’t know what to take! I don’t even like coffee!” You jump around indecisive as your friend moans:
“Gosh, love, will you ever change?” She laughs and orders a large cappuccino. “I’ll search for a table we can sit”, she says and she leaves you alone.
With a questionable expression on your face you watch the menu of Starbucks. Your friend was right: you never know what to choose over here.
“You can also choose tea or hot chocolate when you don’t like coffee?” Someone suddenly speaks from behind you. You turn around slowly and look straight into a beautiful pair of eyes.
“Or do you dislike those also?” The boy laughs and his amazing accent echoes in your head.
“Not really!” You say, a little bit taken back from all those gorgeousness at once. “I think I’m going to take hot chocolate, thank you!”
“Good choice”, the guy says, as his brown eyes twinkle and his long eyelashes take you to another world. This is by far the most attractive lad you’ve ever seen!
“I’m Zayn, by the way”, he says. You also mumble your name, you feel your cheeks get a little bit red.
“Nice name”, Zayn’s lips turn into a big smile and he bites his lip as he orders five bottles of fruit juice.
You follow him by ordering a medium hot chocolate with whipped cream.
“Ah, you like sweet, I see”, Zayn says cutely and you smile.
“Yes, I do! But hey, may I ask you, why do you order five bottles?” You ask him. “Are you that thirsty today?” Zayn laughs widely as he shakes his head.
“Obviously not! I got four for my mates as well.” He gestures with his hands to the window: from outside four other boys wave at him. They also look stunning, it’s incredible!
“Here you go, sir”, the woman at the checkout says, as she puts five bottles on the counter. Zayn pays, takes the bottles and turns around at you:
“Hey babe”, he says, “I really need to go now, I’m in a hurry much. I think we need to talk more often! Can I get your number, please?”
Almost amazed you watch him. What did he just say?
“Um, sure!” You stutter and you exchange numbers.
“Good luck with your hot chocolate”, Zayn laughs and he winks at you. “Talk to you soon!”
Zayn leaves you open-mouthed.
“Talk to you soon”, you whisper.

Zayn Malik

#Imagine Zayn called you yesterday night. He sounded really sad on the phone, but you realized he didn’t let go what he really wanted to say. When you asked him what was wrong, he said he was fine. But he was obviously not: this didn’t feel right at all.
So, Zayn asked you to come over to the city park next morning. You agreed, but secretly you didn’t trust this whole thing. Why did he want to get together in the park? And he sounded so…grief. Almost disappointed. What if he wanted to break up with you? That thought made you feel very insecure and frightened. He still loved you, right?

With a sick feeling in your tummy you’re heading towards to the park. When you reach the large iron fence, you already see Zayn: he’s sitting under a tree, with his headphones on, his head’s moving along to the beat of the music he’s listening to.
“Zayn?” You say, hesitantly. He looks up and quickly puts his headphones off.
“Hi, love!” He shouts. Zayn doesn’t kiss you like he normally does, but he just hugs you cautiously.
“So… Vas happenin’?” You keep asking each other that every time, it became a joke.
Zayn looks into your eyes and you can’t nearly breathe. The glance he sends you is so heartbreaking you immediately want to run away from this park.
“I have to go”, Zayn suddenly says and he takes your hands.
“W-what do you mean?” You say confused, because this wasn’t what you expected.
“We’re leaving: the boys and me. We’re going on tour for one year.” Your breath failed, you gasp and stutter:
“What! O-one year? You’re kidding me, right?” Zayn shakes his head.
“No, I’m not…” Zayn bites his lip and it looks like he’s going to cry. So are you.
“Zayn…” You whisper, but Zayn puts his arms around you and pulls you close to him, he kisses the corner of your mouth and looks into your eyes again.
“I don’t want to leave you”, he whispers. “Not for one whole killing year.”
“ZAYN!”
You both get scared and let each other go. This exclamation came from Liam, who runs into you right now, with a big smile on his face.
“Not now, Liam”, Zayn sighs with moistly eyes and he looks away.
“No, Zayn, wait, you don’t understand!” Liam still laughs. “You know, I just called our management.”
You raise one eyebrow, and Zayn looks surprised at Liam.
“So what..?” He asks him. Liam chuckles and smiles teasingly.
“I just wanted to tell you your lovely girlfriend is allowed to go with us on tour.”
“WHAT?!” Zayn and you scream at the same time, and before he knows, Liam gets a hug-attack from the cutest couple on earth.

Zayn Malik

#Imagine it's a snowy, cold night and Zayn asked you to come over to his place to watch a movie with him. Actually he never had to ask you that, because this is just what you two do every Friday night.
You jump on your bike, facing the cold outside. Even with three scarves wrapped around your neck you feel like you're going to freeze to death. Anyway, luckily it doesn't take that long to ride to Zayn's house.
During this little trip your hands get icy and you can't feel your toes anymore. A wide smile appears on your face when you're able to see the street Zayn lives in. When you reach his house you drop the bike in front of the big window, which is from the living room, and ring the bell. Zayn immediately opens the door.
'Come in, you must feel like a snowman right now.' Zayn smiles skew and corrects himself: 'Snowwoman. Or girl. Whatever, you get me anyway.'
Zayn kisses you quickly and helps you removing your jacket.
'Thanks, babe', you say. 'What movie are we going to watch this time? It's your turn to choose, remember?'
'Of course I remember!' Zayn says mysteriously, and he walks up the stairs first. You walk after him and both of you enter Zayn's bedroom.
'Are we the only ones at home tonight?' You ask him while plumping down on the loveseat. Zayn nods.
'Yup. So we can sing loudly wherever we want to, whenever we want to!' He chuckles and sits down next to you, after he'd clicked on 'play'.
The movie is just on for a few minutes, when suddenly a heavy noise sounds, which is from outside.
'What the hell!' You scream very frightened. Zayn also got scared, but he walks to the window to look outside.
'Come over here!' He says, his eyes widened. You stand up and do what he just told you.
'Oh my god', you say, almost breathless. This has to be the worst blizzard you've ever seen. Snow covers the street everywhere, like a white sparkling blanket. Not a cosy blanket, though. A very thick layer of snow shows itself around the house.
'Zayn, look!' You point at Zayn's neighbor's car. It's completely covered in snow.
'Well', Zayn says, 'I guess you need to stay here tonight... There's absolutely no way to get home when the weather's like this.' He lifts one eyebrow really provocatively and takes your left hand and rubs it softly, while looking into your eyes. You can't help it but you lick your lips.
What had to be a normal movie night probably turns into a very tensive one...

One Direction

#Imagine you’re on a holiday with your family in France, Paris. You got a very chic room in a hotel with four stars: your parents spent a lot of money on this trip.
When you wake up in a very large double bed, you almost feel like a princess.
You jump out of bed and after that you take a shower, put on some clothes and make up and you get ready for breakfast. It’s in the lobby, where a big buffet’s waiting for you.
You don’t take a seat, but walk directly into the buffet. You take a plate and grab some sandwiches and croissants at the same time.
‘Wow, someone’s really hungry over here.’
You turn around and look right into the gorgeous eyes of Niall Horan. Your jaw almost drops. When Niall sees your facial expression he laughs.
‘Hey, doesn’t matter, I’m hungry too!’ Niall also grabs a lot of sandwiches. You can barely say anything, but luckily you succeed explaining why you’re so hungry:
‘Yes, I feel really hungry. I haven’t eaten anything since yesterday afternoon. We got here very late tonight, so we haven’t had any time to eat something.’
Niall nods. ‘I understand. Well, bon appétit!’
You smile at him. ‘Same to you!’
Niall almost walks away, but you don’t want him to leave, so you say:
‘Are you here with the lads?’
Niall frowns, because he now understands that you know One Direction.
‘Yes, they’re over there!’ He points at a table in the corner of the lobby. Harry, Louis, Zayn and Liam look up and Niall waves at them, they wave back, so do you.
‘We’re here for our documentary!’ Niall laughs at you.
‘That’s so cool! Good luck to y’all!’ You say sincerely. Now Liam also appears.
‘Are you a fan?’ He asks with a wide cute smile on his face. Your cheeks turn a little bit red.
‘Yes I am’, you say.
‘Do you mind helping us filming our documentary? We need like three fans to interview and stuff’, Liam says to you.
‘Really?!’ You kind of scream right now. ‘I’d love to!’
‘Ah, that’s a very good idea of yours, Liam!’ Niall says, he puts his arm around you. ‘Could you come with us after breakfast, or…?’ You nod heavily.
‘Yes, of course I can!’ Those stupid ideas from your parents of watching the Eiffel Tower could wait.