One Direction imagines(mostly weird ones)

20 - Zayn imagine

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"Blow out the candles, y/n." Zayn says right by your ear, his arms wrapped around you waist. You close your eyes and make your wish. Let him see me. You open them again, and blow out the candles. Your friends cheer, and you blush. What's the big deal, you only blew out some candles.

"Happy birthday, Hun." Zayn whispers, before slipping away to let your friend congratulate you. They practicly throw themselves at you, and you get squeezed until you can't breathe. You cut the first slice of the cake, jumping out of the circle of people trying to get a piece, walking to settle down in the living room.

A few girls are dancing, they are probably too skinny to eat cake. You didn't invite them, Zayn did. He, and one of your guy friends...you think. You put your spoon in your mouth, and watch the crow fill over from one room to another, like an hourglass. It's amazing how much people you can fit in here, you're at least fifty guys and gals, swinging their hips or making a simple conversation.

"Y/n!" Your friend whines "the bedroom doors are locked." Some people have brought alcohol, since you're not offering that kind of fun, but they still wanted to come to your birthday party. Seems like she got to taste some of it.

"Of course they are." You laugh. "I don't want some lazy asses laying around at my house. Now get your party girl out there on the floor!" You push her out against the people dancing. She falls right into a cute guy, and they disappear further into the crowd.

"Shouldn't you be dancing?" A voice slips beside you.

"Zayn. No, as you see" you hold up your plate "I got full hands." He smiles, the darkness making his teeth glimmer.

Your breathing increases a bit when you two look out over the crowd. The party seems to be going pretty good, to no surprise since Zayn organized it. He said that he wished he could have brought you to a club, but was fine with waiting another year. You swallow.

"So have you found anyone?" You say, making a gesture with the spoon against the dancers, before scooping up another piece of cake. It's delisious, dark chocolate, coffee cream and ganache. It just melts right into your mouth. You wonder quietly to yourself how it comes you are drawn to dark things.

"What do you mean?"

"What do you mean 'what do you mean?', you know exactly what I mean." You bubble up, bit of anger, but that just what happens when he acts like that. He sighs.

"No, I haven't." He then smirks against you. "But why do you even care?" You shrug.

"Wanting everyone to have a pleasant time. As the hostess that's my mission." You say seriously, taking another bite of cake. He leans back his head against the wall and laugh, deep chuckles filling the air around the two of you.

"Of course. What else." He pushes away from the wall, and walk back into the crowd. You take your plate out to the kitchen where a couples' making out.

"Out." You throw your thumb over your shoulder, making them scram.

You pour water on the plate, not caring about your dress. It's yours anyway, not like something Zayn bought. The tones in the living room changes as a new song starts.

You flinch, not aware of the cause until you turn to see a dark shadow on the other side of the kitchen.

"How come you never do dishes when you're wearing one of my dresses?" He takes a step closer. "Or don't act funny when you're around other guys?" He takes another step. "I've seen you. You don't act all pumped up, like you do around me. Like they are boring and I'm not." He's standing very close now, too close for your brain to work. He leans closer, breath lingering on your lips. "Am I exciting for you, y/n?" He asks, placing his lips on yours, quietly, slowly, but with such a passion it knocks you down. Your legs betray you, as your ankles fold and you fall out of your heels. Zayn catches you with a hand around your waist, holding you up so he can continue to kiss you.

When you pull away, out of breath, placing your hand on the counter gasping for air, as he smiles, fascinated of what he can do to you.

"Yes, Zayn." You look up at him. "You do, you do excite me. You make my heart race, and butterflies come to life in my stomach, and God, did I think I was a good enough actress to hide it, but damn, are you good at finding out my secrets." Your heart beats loudly to your ears. There, said. It can't be much worse now? But it can, because Zayn pulls you in with another smile, and kisses you hard. When he lets go he still holds you in his arms, pressed to his chest.

"What do you say we send these people home? It's late anyway, and I wanna spend time with my special girl."

You nod, slightly unaware of what's happening, intoxicated by Zayn's smell. He smiles.

"Good. Let's go."

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(obs! Read following in Tyler Oakley's voice, cuz that's how I pictured it.)

A/n: Um, I don' know what happened, that may have turned dirty in a way I didn't mean it to, but it happened and I think it sounds awasome, better then anything I've done yet, and thanks y'all for reading, I hope you will stick around, and I see you guys tomorrow.