Tuesday, 24 April 2012

Long Zayn Imagine

#Imagine you were at home on a Sunday night, when your phone suddenly lit up with Louis' picture. You picked it up and answered it.
 'Hiya Lou, what's up?' you said, taking a sip of your Yorkshire Tea that you had just made.
 'Hiya, erm, Niall, Liam and Harry are here, can you come round please babe, we need to talk to you?' he said, his voice staying in one tone.
 'Erm, yeah sure, I'll come round now. But I'm in my pyjamas I hope you don't mind,' you said to Louis in a sarcastic tone.
 'Aha, yeah that's fine,' he shouted down the phone, before hanging up. You grabbed your phone and keys. You went outside and shut the door behind you. You put the key in the door and locked it and headed of towards Louis' apartment. The sky was beginning to get darker, but it didn't matter because Louis' apartment wasn't far from yours. When you got to his apartment you knocked on the door and waited a few seconds. Suddenly the door swung open and there was Louis.
 'Hiya,' he mumbled as he welcomed you in. Niall, Liam and Harry were all sitting on the sofa, watching you.
 'Hiya guys,' you said, waving at them. They all said hello back, but something seemed wrong with them. So where's Zayn then?'
 'Oh, he, erm, he wasn't feeling very well so he decided to stay home,' Harry said, as you walked over to the sofa and sat down next to him.
 'Oh right, so, what was it you wanted to talk to me about?' you said, remembering that, that was why Louis had called you round in the first place.
 'Okay,' he said, pulling up a chair and sitting opposite the sofa, looking at you. 'We need to tell you something.' He was still looking at you, and he didn't have any intention in continuing his story.
 'Okay, what is it?' you said, eventually breaking the silence.
 'Well Zayn isn't ill tonight, he's perfectly fine. Well, there is one little thing wrong with him,' Liam began, gesturing his hands a lot.
 'See for the past few weeks he hasn't been himself, so the other day, we asked him what was wrong,' said Niall, still not explaining what was wrong.
 'And he told us that he had fallen for someone, but he knew that they didn't like them back,' Liam continued. This hurt you a little inside, you felt a little knot develop n your stomach. You'd always had feelings for Zayn, not big feelings, but there had always been a little something there. You didn't know what to say, you thought that, that was the end of the story.
 'Oh,' you whispered under your breath, trying not to sound sad. But of course you were a little sad. The thought Zayn having his arms around someone else's waist, the thought of him kissing someone else. It just made you feel weak. 'Who is it? Who is it that Zayn likes?' They all started laughing at you, why were they laughing?
 'It's you silly!' Harry screamed you.
 'What?' you whispered, your face dropping with shock.
 'It's you! It's always been you! He told us that every since he met you he'd liked you, he just didn't want to say anything to ruin your friendship,' Louis explained. They were joking with you, they had to be. They always joked around with you like this.
 'Nah, you're having me on,' you told then, sitting back in the sofa.
 'We're not, we wouldn't joke about something like this! Go round to Zayn's now and ask him! He'll tell you!' Louis explained.
 'Fine, I will!' you shouted back, jumping up from the sofa and heading towards the door. You opened it and stepped through it. You made sure to slap it extra hard. You were walking down the stairs to Zayn's apartment, it was only on the floor below Louis'. You walked up to his door and lifted your fist up to the door. You paused for a second. Did you really need to do this? You was just going to make yourself look like an idiot in front of Zayn for believing them. Of course they were just joking with you, Zayn would never choose someone like you. Would he? No, you needed to see. You couldn't risk Zayn, you would do anything to be with him. You knocked on the door and waited a few minutes. There was no answer. You pressed your ear up against the door but you could hear the T.V. on the other side. You knocked harder on the door and shouted through the door, 'Zayn, it's me! Open up please!' You waited a while, but then you heard someone moving around inside the apartment. The door opened and Zayn was stood there with tear filled eyes watching you.
 'So, they told you then?' he said, walking back towards the sofa. So it was true.
 'Yes Zayn, they have,' you said, walking after him and closing the door behind you.
 'Look, I don't want this to ruin our friendship, but I just couldn't keep it in anymore,' he said, rolling over onto his said, facing away from you. You walked around to his face and bent down next to the sofa. You looked at his big brown eyes and wiped aways his tears with your thumb.
 'Zayn, it's okay,' you whispered.
 'No! It's not! Because now you're not going to want to know me and I've messed everything-' he shouted, jumping up from the big leather sofa. He paused as you stood up, you put your finger on his lips.
 'Shhhh, everything's fine Zayn,' you whispered into his ear as you leaned in to kiss his soft lips. He hesitated at first, not sure what to do. But you both soon sunk into it and it felt so natural. He kept on kissing your neck, leaving you little love bites, but after a while he pulled back.
 'So, will you be my girlfriend?' he said, looking into your eyes and biting his lip.
 'Do you really have to ask that?' you whispered as you kissed his lips. This felt so right, you were so glad that you knocked on his door. What if you hadn't? What if you had convinced yourself to walk away? What if the boys hadn't told you? What if?

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