One Direction Imagines

What Happens When Your Parents Don't Like Zayn

“You Promise they’ll like me?” Zayn asked again for the 100th time in the past hour. “I Promise Zayn. They’ll love you as much as I do.” You Said with confidence. Zayn was meeting your family for the first time… Ever. You Would have thought that in the year you two have already been dating, they would have met. But No, Either Zayn was on tour, or had a concert that night. Or your parents and family were too busy to even pick up the phone because of work and school.

But tonight was the night that everyone had off, so you thought tonight would be the perfect night. Zayn and you were in his car right now driving to your parents house. You Honestly didn’t know what your parents would think of Zayn. Every boyfriend you’ve ever had, your parents never liked him. Either he had tattoos, or a piercing, or wore to much leather, or anything else they didn’t like just by looking at him.

You knew your mum would love him… But it was your dads opinion who’s mattered most. You were the only girl out of 4 siblings. 2 older, and 1 younger. You know that your dad was just trying to protect you, and but needs to lay off.

You pulled up to your parents house a few minutes later and got out. Your mum was waiting at the door for you two. As you walked up towards the door, she opened it and came out and hugged you tightly. “(Y/N). I Missed you so much.” You Had the normal mother daughter relationship. “I Missed you too.” You said before pulling away. “You Must be Zayn.” You mum said looking Zayn over. “Yes I Am… It’s Nice to meet you Mrs. (Y/N/L).” “Please, Call me (Y/M/N). Come on inside, Everyone’s been waiting to see you (Y/N) and meet you Zayn.” And With that, you all went inside the house where Zayn and you were meet by glares from your brothers and dad.

You Made your way around saying hello to everyone and hugging everyone. Zayn followed behind saying hello to them all and shaking their hand. After you both sat down on the couch all the questions came flying towards Zayn. It was just one after another not even letting Zayn respond before the next question got asked. 

After your family stopped asking away, he started answering every question that got asked. Your mom had actually asked you to come help with dinner, so you left before Zayn answered yet another question. “Sweetheart, I Don’t think you should be dating that boy.” You mom said as soon as you started helping her. “Are why’s that?” You asked stopping what you were doing. “Have you seen this arms darling? They’re covered in tattoos.” You mom said not looking at you. “They may, be covered in tattoos, but they suit him! That’s what makes Zayn, Zayn! What would you say if Zayn was your son and I was covered in Tattoos, would you not like me either?” “Oh Sweetheart, Don’t turn this against you… We all know you wouldn’t get a tattoo if your life depended on it.” “Oh Really?” You Said before Pulling up the bottom of your shirt to show her Zayn’s Name Tattooed on your waist.

She gasped and took a few steps backwards till she hit the counter. “How could you! You Know that everyone in our family doesn’t have a tattoo because of what we told you kids. You Should have respected that!” She said raising her voice. “I’m Old enough to know what’s right and what’s wrong… Me Making my own choices, right. You Telling me who I can and Can’t date, wrong. I’m Old enough to know how to make choices! That’s also where Zayn comes in. He’s there making sure I don’t chose the stupid choices. Something you never did… I’ve lived by your rules long enough… For God sake, I Don’t even live here anymore!” You Shot back.

“Then Don’t come running back to me when he dumps your sorry ass and you have no where to go to. Cause you sure as Hell aren’t coming back here!” She yelled before your Dad walked into the kitchen. “What’s going on in here?” He asked walking over to your mom and putting his arm around her waist. “Mom doesn’t like Zayn… You like him dad don’t you?” You asked ready to cry if he said no. Your dad didn’t respond. You Stormed out of the kitchen and into the living room grabbing your coat on the way. “Come on Zayn… We’re leaving.” You said taking his hand and pulling him off the couch. You both put on your shoes then walked outside, you slamming the door on the way out. “Where are we going?” Zayn asked putting his arm around your shoulders.

“Somewhere people actually can accept us dating.”

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