One Direction Imagines

Zayn Malik - The Press Conference

A red dress? No, too provocative. A blazer and a black straight skirt? No, too formal. Gosh! Why was I forced to go to this press conference? It was gonna be a fiasco, we both knew it too well. Choosing a appropriate outfit for this occasion really was a hard time and I admired the boys for doing it so often. I had been in my underwears in front of my dressing for what seemed like hours now! I heard a sigh behind me. Moments later il felt strong arms around my waist a Zayn's warm body pressed against my back. "You'd better dress up quickly if you don't want me to.." I felt his hand on my thighs. I gasped. "You.." "Most perfect boyfriend of all time?" He interrupted me. Turning me around so he could face me. My hands layed on his bare chest. His hear was radiating. A cheeky grin on his face he ran his fingertips on my back and stop atthe level of my bra. Feathering kisses on my neck he started to open it. I moaned. "No time for that." I said and pulled back to give him a kiss. He groaned of frustration as I turned around to face my dressing again. "Go and get dressed" I said "I don't think a pair of boxers is enough to wear for a presse conference". "Fine" he answered. He headed towards the door but stopped when he reached it. He turned around and said "Oh by the way, just wear something casual, you're beautiful in any case." He smiled and I smiled back, slightly blushing. He left the room.

Half an hour later I was in the living room, waiting for him to join me. I had finally opted for blue skinny jeans, high black heels, a laced top and a light blue blazer. As he walked in the room I couldn't help but grin. I must have looked stupid cause the first thing he said was "Am I that handsome for you to look like a 12 year-old boy in front of Eva Longoria?". I blushed. Actually he was. He looked stunning in his simple blue jeans, matched with a simple white t shirt, a red jacket and red nike shoes. "Shall we go?" He said. I nodded. We headed towards the car, he opened the door for me to climb in and closed it behind me before climbing in himself. During the journey I felt stressed, I had a knot in my stomach and I knew my forehead was frowned as it always did when I was anxious. Zayn kept giving me concerned glances. When we stopped in front of where the conference was planned, he put a reassuring hand on my knee. This made me turn my head to the right to face him. "Don't worry hun, everything is gonna be okay" he smiled. I tried to fake a smile but I knew it wasn't convincing at all. We got out of the car. In the street people started to take pictures of us and, after several months it was still a bit weird for me. Zayn took my hand and we entered what seemed to be a TV channel building.

We found the other boys and their girlfriends -or not- in a small room. They all came to say hello. Liam gave me a hug and tried to reassure me. We waited in this room for more or less 15 minutes. There was food and drinks but I knew my stomach wouldn't accept any food at this very moment. Niall, true to himself, was tasting all the food he could and they were all teasing each other in a brotherish kind of way. This made me smile. I always liked to hang out with them. Seeing them so peaceful calmed me down just a bit.

After a while a blonde girl with a high pitched voice asked us to follow her and we walked into another room, much bigger of course because press conferences welcome journalists and random people. There was a small stage with simple black chairs on it. The wall behind us was reddish and the other three were beige. In front of the wooden estrade, there were plenty of chairs on which people with cameras were sitting. It is only when we sat down next to each other that Zayn let my hand go. He smiled to me. The way he and the others sat in his chair showed me they were totally at ease. I was relieved when I realised I wasn't asked to speak that much. I just smiled when I was the subject of the question. After a while someone's voice could be heard saying "Zannah is such a cute couple but I'd like to hear your voice Hannah. How is Zayn the bad boy in real life?". Every single head in the crowd turned towards me. "Oh.. Hum. He really isn't a badass haha.." I said embarassed. "He is sweet, caring and loving." I said, smiling. I thought I did pretty well there. Zayn's answer proved me right : "I love you Hannah". A smile played at the corner of his mouth. "Ooooh Zayn is becoming a teddy bear" Louis claimed and everyone laughed.