Black Woman Preferences & Imagines

Hate ~ (Harry Styles and Zayn Malik)

I doubt these Men would say this, but people are a sucker for romance. Yes, Zayn isn't white but he will still be in this book.

Harry:

"What are you doing" asked Harry as he walked into the room.

"I am gonna post a picture of myself on Instagram and wait for the hate" I said. I loved doing this.

"Why?" He asked and I could just tell he didn't like this idea. This is so much fun, knowing someone actually cares to give me hate. I feed from hate. I am a monster, that feeds from hate.

"Because it's funny" I said just as I post a picture of my looking fly.

"Okay?" He said. I waited half an hour and looked at it. There were some good ones.

R/I/N: Y/N is so pretty.

R/I/N: what a whore.

R/I/N: A fake. Her butt and boobs are fake, don't forget about the hair.

I started laughing so hard that stomach was hurting. Harry looked at my phone and frowned.

"How are you laughing?" He asked.

"It stops hurting when you realise, some of it is true. So if you already know that you are what they say, you can't be hurt" I said. Well, that's the way I think. It's been ages since I actually was hurt by the insults.

"Basically you're telling me you believe the insults they give you" he said.

"Well, it sounds kinda bad the way you put it but yeah" I said. He grabbed my waist and turned me around.

"You are not anything they say about you. You are beautiful, kind, wonderful, intelligent, funny and awesome woman who I fell in love with" smiled Harry before he kissed my lips.

"You're just saying" I said with a small smile.

"You know hate when you do that" he smirked.

Zayn:

I looked through my Twitter on my bed noticing all the hate. I don't know if I can deal with the hate anymore. I continued looking through with something caught my eye.

@Y/T/N check out this

There was a link so I clicked on it. It was my hate page. A hate page about you. I only had to look at a few and tears slowly fell down my face. I continued reading more until I couldn't take it and threw my phone at the wall. I curled myself into a ball and hid under the sheets. I am sick of it. I should just break up Zayn to make everyone happy.

"Y/N" I heard Zayn call my name but I didn't want to answer. I dried my eyes and took a deep breath.

"Y/N" shouted Zayn, he was getting louder so I knew he was close to the room. He opened the door to be faced by my back in the blankets.

"What's wrong baby?" He asked.

"Nothing" I said before I moved out of bed covering my face. I don't want to see me in my weakest point. I walked to the bathroom and Zayn trailed behind. I was able to close the door and lock before he got in.

"Babe, open up" said Zayn knocking on the door."Tell me what's wrong?"

One Month Later...

The fans were screaming for Zayn. We were just on a date and now we were walking around.

"Let's go, say hi to the fans" smiled Zayn.

"Why don't you do that and I will go to the shop right here" I said pointing to the candy shop on the right.

"Okay" his smile faded. I walked into the candy shop, just to look. I am already fat, I don't need to gain more weight. After about fifteen minutes, Zayn walked into the lolly shop with sad look on his face.

"Let's go home" said Zayn and I nodded. Once we reached home, I changed into a comfortable outfit and took a seat on the couch. Zayn walked in and took a seat on the couch.

"Y/N, this is going to stop" he said.

"What has to stop?" I asked dumbfounded.

"Stop shutting me out, I can see you and hear you hurting" said Zayn." I hear you cry yourself to sleep. I see how unhappy you are. Why don't you tell me what's wrong?"

"There is nothing wrong" I said and tried to get up. But he grabbed your waist and pulled me towards him.

"It's the hate isn't it?" he asked and you just looked away. "It is"

"Y/N, the media might not see it, the fans might not see it, you might not see it, but damn baby I see it. You're beautiful in every single way. Everything about you is wonderful, amazing. You are the kindest, strongest and smartest person I know. I will spend every day of my life to show you and tell you how beautiful you are. Remember that it doesn't matter who hates you, what matters is the people who love you" he explained making me want to cry but happy tears but I couldn't let him see me like that.

"Thank you" you said before kissing him on the cheek. You walked into the room then the bathroom. You closed the door and cried silently. These were happy, sad and angry tears. You are angry because you knew your mind will never accept what he said. You are sad because all the pain of the insults were still hurting you. You are happy because of how much Zayn loves you.

But you know that as much as you love him back, you can't say it back.