One Direction Imagines/Preferences :) (REQUESTS CLOSED)

Zayn Imagine for BrunaBookWorm

Zayn imagine for Bruna :)

***Bruna's P.O.V.***

"Bruna, can you pass me the remote?" Zayn called out, his eyes never leaving the tele.

I ignored him, too engrossed in my Harry Potter book to worry about fetching the remote for my lazy boyfriend.

"Bruna? Hello!" Zayn yelled, and I shushed, too carried away with the plotline. I was on the last page of the chapter and just about to learn who Sirius Black was before the book was ripped out of my hands.

"Hey!" I protested, glaring at Zayn, who stood with a locked jaw in front of me. "Zayn, give it back!"

"Why? So you can ignore me some more?"

"What do you mean? I pay more attention to you than a kid pays to ice cream!"

Zayn scoffed, throwing my book onto the couch across the room. "There. Now there's no distractions. I want the remote."

"Well, hell, Zayn. You're standing up. Why don't you get it?" I shouted, hands on my hips.

Zayn scowled. "I've been on tour for three and a half months and you expect me to do everything now."

I rolled my eyes, walking past Zayn to get my book. "Zayn, you make absolutely no sense right now. What does tour have anything to do with the remote?"

"I'm just saying that I have such a demanding job. The least you could do is baby me when I'm home. Especially 'cause you don't work or anything."

I gasped, feeling hurt. "You know I'm trying hard to look for a job," I whispered, picking up my book and hugging it close to my chest.

"Not hard enough."

"You know what, Zayn. Sorry we can't all be attractive international boyband members who already have jobs to carry them through life. Sorry that other people have school and extracurriculars and stuff."

Zayn scoffed again, scooping the remote off from on top of the tablestand and jumping back onto his spot on the sofa. "I hardly think book club down at the library qualifies as an extracurricular. Sometimes I forget how geeky you are."

I felt tears pool in my eyes, and I accidently let out a sob before turning and running down the hallway. The last thing I heard before locking myself in the bathroom was Zayn mumbling, "Shit."

***Zayn's P.O.V***

"Shit," I mumbled, watching Bruna run down the hallway. She disappeared in the bathroom, locking the door as I ran my hands nervously through my hair. Why am I such an idiot? Why did I say all those things?

"Shit," I repeated, louder. I reached over the couch, picking up my phone and calling Liam.

"God, Zayn, another fight?" he asked, and I sighed, nodding, forgetting that Liam couldn't see me.

"Yeah," I sighed, covering my eyes with my hand and pinching the bridge of my nose.

"Tell me what happened." i told Liam about the fight, and at the end, he sighed. "You're an idiot, you know that?"

"Cheers, Liam," I replied sarcastically, contemplating hanging up on him.

"Don't hang up yet. I have more to say," Liam intervened, and I rolled my eyes, finding myself glancing of towards the silent bathroom. "Why did you say all that stuff? Zayn, she's not your maid. She's your girlfirend."

"Mate, I know. I know that I was way out of line. That's why I called you. What do I do?" I asked, turning to face the tele again.

"First off, you need to stop fighting. The two of you are like an old married couple," Liam sighed.

"I know. It's so petty. And I don't know why I fight with her so much. She's my everything. I love her so much," I rambled.

"You love me?"

***Bruna's P.O.V.***

I unlocked the bathroom door, ready to face Zayn, only to see him sitting on the couch and talking on the phone.

"She's my everything. I love her so much," Zayn said to whoever he was talking to.

"You love me?" I whispered, and Zayn whipped around, his nervous eyes taking in my insecure posture and tearstained cheeks.

"Liam, I'll call you back, okay?" Zayn said, his eyes never leaving me as he hung up the phone. He slowly stood up, opening his arms wide for me. I met his eyes, and his tears matched mine. Before I knew it, I was stumbling forward into his arms, and his hands were locked tightly around my waist.

"I'm sorry," I mumbled, digging my face into his shoulder. "I hate fighting wiith you."

"Me too," Zayn sighed. I pulled away from the hug, my teary eyes meeting his.

"Why did you say that stuff to me?" I asked, confused and defiant at the same time.

Zayn sighed, rubbing his hand down my face. "I honestly don't know. Maybe I'm jealous. I don't know."

"Jelaous?"

Zayn nodded shyly, and I tugged his hand so that he was sitting next to me on the sofa. His arm wrapped loosely around my waist, and I played with his fingers in my lap. "I have so much work to do, and touring is so tiring and stuff. And here you are, finishing up with college, looking for a new job, relaxing and reading a book. I'm just jealous of what I've been missing out on because of work."

I smiled softly. "You didn't have to take it out on me, ya know? You really hurt my feelings," I said, and Zayn frowned.

"I'm sorry. I didn't wanna hurt you. I love how you get so caught up in a book. And I love cuddling you while we watch movies or read together. I love how you're not scared to show off your geeky side and be in a book club. It's different and unique and special, just like you."

"So you do love me then?" I replied, bringing back my earlier question.

"More than you can ever imagine," he mumbled, kissing me swiftly on the lips, his arm wrapped tightly around my waist and the other holding me hand ever so gently. We broke apart, my eyes closed and my teeth biting my lower lip to keep from smiling like a lovesick puppy.

"I love you too, Zayn."

"I promise to stop all of the selfishness and the petty arguments. I hated seeing you that upset, and it killed me to know that I was the one that caused you so much pain. I'm so sorry."

"You're alreayd forgiven," I replied, kissing his jaw lightly. "Now, may I please get back to my book?" I giggled, and Zayn chuckled, nodding as he kissed my cheek.

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Hope this is what you wanted, Bruna. Sorry if the fight is weird. I've never had a boyfriend to fight with before and I didn't wanna do the stereotypical he's late, she's mad or he's drunk or whatever. So hope you like it!

I have 2 more requests to go and then a preference idea! Funn!!!! Those don't happen everyday :p

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