Zayn Malik Imagines <3

Pretty boy

Fluff <3

I come back after an excruciatingly long day of work. I'm tired and my feet hurt.

But all of that pain will disappear as soon as I see Zayn. He always knows how to put me in a good mood.

I walk in to our bedroom and call out Zayns name, "Zayn?"

I look around and I see him sleeping like a log on the bed. He's wearing a grey hoodie, and and grey shorts, snuggled into the mattress.

I sit down beside him and run my fingers through his soft, messy hair.

Shoot, I hope I didn't wake him up.

I stop, just in case I actually did wake him up.

I start to get up from the bed so I can let him sleep, but then I feel a hand lightly grabs my wrist.

"Stay, please" He says in a raspy voice.

God, this boy.

"I can't babe, I need to wash the dishes." I try to get back up again.

He pulls my by my waist and into a hug, tackling me and making me lay down, both of us giggling.

"Now, will you stay?" He kisses my forehead.

"How can I say no?"

We fall asleep, cuddling.