Zayn Malik imagines

Rough Day

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♤No one's POV♤

Zayn's girlfriend Naomi has been getting a lot of hate. Ever since they had gone public, she had really struggled with the hate. She's a singer just like Zayn, but some of Zayn's "fans" are giving Noami a lot of hate, saying she doesn't deserve Zayn and that she's just using him.

She's never really cared about the hate because she knew nothing could break them two up. Until one day, it did affect her. She was on her way back from the studio one day when one of Zayn's "fans" came up to her.

"You're Naomi, aren't you? Zayn Malik's girlfriend?" The girl asked. "Yea." Naomi smiles. "He's definitely had a downgrade from Gigi Hadid." The girl said, and two of her friends behind her laughed. "Did you seriously come up to me just to say that?" Naomi asks, already fed up.

"Wow, you've got attitude." One of the girls' friends said. Naomi just gave them a very obviously fake smile before she started walking away. "I wasn't finished talking to you." The girl said. "That's cool, I was finished talking to you." Naomi says, continuing to walk away, but the girls just followed.

"You know, you don't deserve Zayn. Everyone knows you use him for money and fame. No one knew you until you got with Zayn. And now everyone hates you." The girls continued on, but Naomi ignored them as much as she could. "Yea, I bet Zayn doesn't even like her, I bet he's only with her because he feels bad for her." One of the girls said.

They all laughed but walked away after they said everything they wanted to say. After the encounter, Naomi continued to walk back to hers and Zayn's shared house. After 20 minutes of walking, she finally got back to their house.

She opened the door, chucking her bag to the side and taking her shoes off. "Hey, love. Did you have a good day?" Zayn asks from the living room. "Mhm." Naomi replies bluntly, and she walks to the bathroom to sort out her hair. "Hey, you ok?" Zayn asks, walking over to the bathroom.

"Yup." She answers again. "What's wrong?" Zayn asks. "Nothing." She says, chucking her hair up in a messy bun. "You sure? You seem down." He says with concern. "I'm fine, Zayn." She says, getting annoyed. "Did something happen?" He asks, following her as she makes her way to their shared bedroom.

"Would you just leave it?" She says, still not looking at him. "What's happened?" He pushes. "Nothing! I just said nothing! Stop pushing it, Zayn." She says, finally turning to look at him. "Well, something clearly happened." He says calmly.

"Your so-called "fans" is what happened! I can't do anything anymore without one of them coming up to me and being horrible! I'm so, so tired of it, Zayn! I literally walk out the door, and I have people in my face telling me I don't deserve you! That you're only with me because you feel bad! And that I use you for your money and fame! I can't deal with it anymore, Zayn! I've dealt with it for so long because I love you, and I know nothing can break us up, but I'm so tired! I'm so tired, Zayn..." She says the last part quietly, breaking down into tears.

"I love you, I really do, but I can't deal with the constant harassment and hate I get. I want to have a relationship with you that doesn't involve hate. I can't deal with it anymore, Zayn." She says, her crying getting worse and her breathing becoming uneven.

"I'm sorry, love. I'm so sorry. If they're giving you hate, then they're not real fans. You don't deserve any of this hate." He says, pulling her into his chest as she wraps her arms around him and cries into his chest.

"How about we chill out at home for the rest of the week. We can go live, and if anyone gives you hate, I will say something, then kick them from the live, ok?" Zayn says. "Mhm." She replies, her head still in his chest. "What do you want to do now?" He asks. "Watch a movie." She says. They go sit on the sofa, they put a movie on, and they cuddle.

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