One Direction Fanfiction (On Hold)

Night Changes (Zayn)

I thought it would be nice to do one of these for each of the boys where it narrates the song. Please comment. Who should I do next? Please don't think I am mean; these circumstances were just for the imagine.

"So this is the kitchen," he told you while escorting you through the restaurant.

He's trying so hard to impress me--yet it's still cute.

You giggled at his persistence to escort you everywhere and show you everything.

He put a hand on one of the chef's shoulders and exchanged in a short conversation with him while walking.

He turned back to make sure you were okay, which, of course, you were fine.

"You okay?" he inquired.

You smiled, "I'm great."

You walked up to your table and he pulled out the seat for you and then took his own.

Aww... He's such a gentleman.

"Hello, mam. Glad to have you dining with us today," the waiter said to you as he shook your hand.

You cordially replied with a simple, "Hi."

Your menus were given and you smiled as the waiter made his exit.

"Order anything," Zayn instructed you before you scanned over all the exquisite foods.

How nice, but I can't pronounce half this stuff--let alone decide on something.

Once you finally recognized something you could pronounce, you ordered.

Thank God for spaghetti.

You and Zayn talk about your interests--art, singing, complimenting people ("You look nice," he said. "You don't have to say that," you insisted. He shrugged. "I like doing it."), ect.--and stuff as you share the bread that was delivered.

You clinked your glasses together.

"To a great night, and a beautiful girl," he proposed.

You added, "And a handsome gentleman."

You clinked your glasses and took a sip of the water you were having.

"Here, take a bite of this," he directed, holding out some of his food for you--although you had the same thing.

Hahahaha. It only going to taste the same; we have the same meal.

Nevertheless, you open you mouth and let him feed you. He giggled slightly when he pulled the fork away.

He pointed out, "You've got a little something on your chin."

He tried to mimic where it was by using his own face, but ultimately failed and ended up wiping it off with his napkin for you.

Just about this time, your ex decided to show up and terrorize the whole place.

Just great, you show up now, you thought, angered at your once boyfriend.

"What are you doing here?!" he shouted, pointing an accusing finger at you.

You shrugged confidently.

"Dating."

"This guy?!"

He motioned toward Zayn.

You nodded.

"What is he doing?" Zayn inquired politely with a look that said it all on his face.

I was just thinking the same thing.

"I'M DATING YOU!" your muscly ex interrupted, making hand motions on the word you.

I don't know why, but that makes me feel good, you thought shamefully.

You didn't answer as you looked at Zayn to see a lot of disgust and disappointment on his face.

Suddenly, Zayn was being held into the air by the two angry fists of your boyfriend.

Wow! He's really strong--it's impressive!

"LISTEN, JERK," you boyfriend raged, "YOU'RE GOING DOWN."

Zayn tried to explain to you how all of this was unneeded and completely dumb, but was cut off; your boyfriend shoved him literally back down to his seat--and poured water over his once good-looking hair. He then proceeded to dump his spaghetti on top of his head.

You couldn't help but to sniffle out a giggle at how funny it all looked.

"Come on, baby. Let's go."

You nodded and took his hand as you both exited the scene.

I'll just give him one more chance. What's the worst that could happen?

You glanced back one more time to see Zayn starring at you before completely leaving.

Anyone want a part 2?

I will be gone for a month now. Sorry, but I didn't know I was leaving today.