One Direction Imagines

Nobody Compares (Zayn Malik)

It was only 5 in the afternoon, and Zayn hasn’t gotten back from having some time with the boys yet. He invited me to join them, do whatever they were gonna do, but I decided to have a “me” day. Which was basically eat, having more sleep, internet, work out, then end the day with watching a rerun of the Victoria’s Secret Fashion Show online. 

In my honest opinion, I’ve always wanted to become a model. Ha, just kidding- I’m not model material. I have a bit of acne on my face, but hidden by strands of my hair. I didn’t have long, lean legs. I didn’t have the most beautiful eyes. I just really, wasn’t the type.

I set my laptop on the coffee table, setting it to full screen and pressed play. I never missed a Victoria’s Secret Fashion Show, They’re just- ugh, pure perfection. I can’t even-. 

As the last model walked down the catwalk, for the Circus part of the show.. I heard a voice from the other side of the door. I turned my head, and noticed Zayn walk in. He was speaking on the phone, “I’m just getting home now Liam.” He chuckled, making me smile.

The conversation went on for probably, another few minutes until he sat beside me, hanging up the call. He gave me a kiss on the cheek, “Hey babe. What are you doing?” He licked his lips, removing the beanie he had and running his fingers through his hair.

“Uh.. Just watching the Victoria’s Secret Fashion Show. Wanna watch with me?” I smiled once again, and he returned it in an instant. I giggled softly, and laid against Zayn’s chest once he leaned back against the couch. His fingers playing with the ends of my hair.

Soon, Rihanna’s performance came on. The girls were walking out when one caught his eye. “Hey, isn’t that Miranda Kerr?” He asked, his thick British accent filling my ears. 

I smiled and nodded, starting to play with the collar of his shirt. Not really paying attention to the show, since I basically knew everything they’d do, say, or what’s happening. “Mhm, the one wearing pink and short light brown hair?” I questioned, and he nodded. “What about her?” 

He gave a soft shrug, “She’s just really pretty. She’s actually one of my favorite models, and I love her blue eyes.” He chuckled to himself. I bit down on my bottom lip, looking down at his t-shirt. “I’ve always wanted to meet her, get her autograph. You know what I mean babe?” 

I nodded in response, then slowly pulled away from him. “My throat’s getting kind of, um, dry. I’m gonna get something to drink, do you want anything?” I asked as I stood up, and readjusted my top from riding up. He shook his head, pulling my laptop onto his lap to get a better view.

As I was walking away, I rolled my eyes and walked into the kitchen. It’s not like I didn’t like Miranda, she’s my favorite model too. But like, Hello?! Your girlfriend for over two years is sitting right next to you Zayn! Who’s like, the total opposite of that model you can’t get your eyes off of!

I let out a soft sigh, grabbing a glass from the cabinet. Needing to stand on my tip toes, because of my short-height. By the time I finished drinking two cups of water and walked out, Zayn was trying to go back to certain parts. Another sigh escaped my lips and sat back down on the far end of the couch.

And only now, he noticed my presence and raised an eyebrow. “Baby? Are you alright?” He asked and I nodded. Grabbing my phone from my back pocket. He licked his lips, pausing the video then grabbed my phone. He set it beside my laptop before crashing his lips onto mine. 

I was surprised, but I kissed back anyways. One of my hands went to cup his cheek while one of my arms wrapped around his neck. Keeping a firm grip on him, and he did the same. Both his hands gripping onto my waist, licking my bottom lip in the process. I parted my lips, and giggled softly as I felt his tongue flick up against mine. Our tongues fighting for dominance until, he pulled away, panting softly. 

“What was that for?” I asked, sitting up a bit straight. Since he ended up pinning me down to the couch for that little, ‘kiss’. He smiled at me, then kissed my cheek. “You’re beautiful (Y/N), You shouldn’t compare yourself to her.” He said, gesturing to the computer screen. 

I sighed softly, looking at my lap. His forefinger tipped up my chin and gave a soft peck onto my lips. “She may be beautiful, but you’re gorgeous. Just because she’s a model doesn’t mean you shouldn’t believe you are. I love you just the way you are. I see how you look at them when I walk into the room watching these videos. I see a sense of jealousy, but you.. baby girl,” He started and I smiled softly at the use of ‘baby girl’. He smiled and brushed a strand of my hair behind my ear. “You’re perfect to me, always will be. Don’t compare yourself with the other models, because I know it’ll affect your self-esteem. I love how you respond to the hate you get on Twitter. I love how sweet you are to your fans even though you aren’t even famous. I just.. Love you, and everything you do.” He stared into my own (Y/E/C) eyes, his hazel brown ones burning through them. 

“So.. You don’t wanna bang her then?” I giggled softly, suddenly believing his words and gestured towards the tightness in his jeans. He looked down as well, his eyes widened. Making me burst out into a fit of laughter, only for him to glare at me playfully and a shade of pink on his cheeks. 

“I deserve a thank you, you know.” He chuckled, and I shook my head, smiling, crashing my lips onto his. His tongue grazing on my bottom lip once I laid him back onto the couch, me straddling his lap. 

CREDITS: http://1dsexualfrustrations.tumblr.com