Zayn

#imagine Zayn just texted you asking you to stay with him tonight, so you get ready and drive to his house. When you get there, he’s waiting for you at the door, “hello beautiful.” You smile and kiss him, “Hey Zayn.” You walk up to his room, and notice it’s quieter than usual. “Where is everyone?” you ask him.” They went to go visit mom’s best friend for a couple weeks, so it’s just you and me,” he says winking at you. You smile, “Oh okay, that means we can stay up as late as we want.” He grabs your waist and pulls you closer, “or go to bed early, if you know what I mean.” You laugh, “Zayn you dirty minded boy.” He smiles and kisses you, “well I have to go get in the shower real quick.” “Okay I’ll just watch TV and wait for you to get out,” you say. He walks to the bathroom, and you turn on the TV. You flip through the channels, but nothing’s on so you turn it off. You lie down and listen to him sing. He stops, and the water cuts off. The door opens and he walks in. “I forgot a towel,” he says walking to his closet. You stare at him shocked. “Babe can you come here a second/” he calls from his closet. You walk in and he’s standing there with a towel around his waist. He walks over and starts kissing you, pushing you against the wall. “How about we go do something our parent’s wouldn’t approve of,” he says kissing your neck. You nod, breathless, and he picks you up and carries you to his bed. He lays you down and slowly takes off your shirt. He starts kissing your stomach and chest. Your heart is pounding, “Zayn,” you sigh. He puts a finger on your lips. “I love you Mahra,” he groans. You grab his face and kiss him. He throws the towel on the floor, “this night is about to get very interesting.”