One Direction Imagines/Preferences :) (REQUESTS CLOSED)

Preference: He Comforts You (3/5)

So Zayn won the poll!!! But, right now, Niall is next in line after Zayn. So, here's the long, long, long, long awaited Zayn Preference for He Comforts You <33

***Your P.O.V***

My wet hair clung to my forehead and back as I stomped home in the pouring rain. My white blouse was dripping wet and was a little transparent, so I fought to keep my jacket covering up my chest. My skirt was clinging it to my legs, making it uncomfortable to walk. And my heels weren't making it any worse.

My car had broken down about five blocks back. It started raining about two blocks ago. I had been having a horrible day! It was as if I was being followed by some bad luck cloud or something. I woke up late to begin with, making me rush out the door, forgetting my phone on my nightstand. Since I was late, my boss stuck me to train an annoying intern who just wanted to talk about his nasal issues and stare with bug eyes at my chest. Of course, then the office ran out of coffee, and when I went to go get coffee at Starbucks during my break, my purse dropped and my bottle of asprin pills spilled all across the floor, right next to my emergency pad. Embarrassing, and I couldn't wait to high tail out of there. Then came the car troubles and the rain.

I huffed and pulled my jacket around me tighter, trying to make myself warm. All I wanted was to be at my warm flat, cuddled into Zayn and watching our favorite movie with popcorn. Alas, Zayn was probably as a recording session though. For the past week and a half, One Direction's recording sessions had been going until one or two o'clock in the morning. I rarely saw Zayn and when I did, he was exhausted or grouchy.

I finally stumbled up to our flat door, digging my key into the handle and twisting. I immediately launched myself into the flat, sighing in content. I threw my bag harshly on the floor, and slid down the front door until I was hunched on the floor, my head in my hands and sobbing quietly.

"Boo?" I heard, and my head snapped up. Zayn stood at the end of the hallway, shirtless and wearing loose sweatpants. "(Y/N/N)!" he called, jogging over to me once he saw my tears. He cradled me in his arms, wincing when he felt how soaked my clothes were from walking in the rain.

"Babe, what happened? Why are your clothes drenched? And why haven't you been answering your phone? I've been worried sick!" he said, hugging you tightly.

"I had to walk home five blocks because my car broke down! Then it started pouring! And, Zayn, it was awful! I had the worst day!" I cried into his chest.

Zayn shushed me, rubbing soothing circles on my back. "Shh, (Y/N), it's okay. Bad days happen all the time," he assured.

'Why are you home so early?" I hiccupped, trying to stop myself from crying any more.

"Me and the band got two weeks off since we finished recording the album yesterday. I tried to call and tell you, but you didn't answer."

"Sorry, I forgot my phone," I whispered, snuggling into Zayn's warmth. I was freezing!

Zayn saw me shiver and sighed. "We gotta get you out of these wet clothes. You'll catch a cold," he said, picking me up bridal style and carrying me over to the couch. "Here, pick out a show. I'll be right back," he said, kissing my cheek. '

I sniffed and channel surfed, trying to find something that spiked my interest. Finding nothing, I switched the TV off, and rested my head further into the pillow, closing my eyes gratefully. "(Y/N)?" I heard Zayn ask. My eyes popped open, and I smiled as he stood in front of me.

"Hi," I tiredly whispered.

"C'mon. You need to change," he said, pointing to the puddle my body was making on the couch. My hair was damp, and it swung freely as Zayn picked me up and carried me into the bathroom. I giggled tiredly as he placed me down. I gasped at the sight. The bathroom lights were dim, and candles ignited the place. Rose petals were scattered everywhere; they were even floating atop the steaming bathtub.

"Zayn? You did all this?" I asked, shocked.

"Of course. Anything for you, (Y/N). Now c'mon. Before the water gets cold," he said, taking off his sweatpants and boxers, climbing into the bath. I stripped down as well, grateful to finally pry the soaked clothes from my aching body. I gently stepped into the bath, Zayn holding my waist to make sure I didn't slip and fall. I sat down between his legs and rested my head on his chest. His hand wandered up and down my spine gently, causing me to relax.

The hot water was soothing out all the knots in my back and feet, causing me to sigh in relief and flutter my eyes closed. Zayn played with my hair, rubbing my back as well. His sweet voice hummed my favorite song to me, and soon enough I found myself falling asleep wrapped in my boyfriend's loving arms.

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Aw, that was cute. Was it not?

There's only Niall and Liam left!!! You gotta vote!!!

Comment "Crazy Mofo" for Niall to be next. If you want Liam to be next, comment "Perf-fect!"

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~Sydney :)