One Direction Imagines/Preferences

Just For You •Zayn•

Zayn Imagine: Just for you.

Your POV

You were going for a walk with your boyfriend, Zayn. You had your hands intertwined and you were just talking about random, small things.

"Hold on a sec, babe." He said to you. He pulled his hand from yours and reached into his pocket for the box of cigarettes and a lighter.

You were disgusted at the thought of him smoking because the both of you knew it was horrible for Zayn's health and the last thing you wanted to do was be right next to him watching him do it. He let out a puff of smoke and you watched as it disintegrated into the air you were breathing. Zayn and you also knew that every time he smoked a cigarette it took off 11 minutes off his life.

The thought of him ruining his life just by putting a cigarette in his mouth sickened you and small tears formed at your eyes. You tried to hold back the tears but they came streaming down your cheeks. Zayn didn't really notice, he was too distracted. You became so frustrated that you grabbed the cigarette out of his hand and threw it on the ground, crushing it with the heel of your shoe.

"What the hell, (y/n)!" Zayn yelled at you. Then, he noticed the tears coming from your eyes. He calmed down a bit and asked, "Baby, what happened? Was it me? Did I do something?"

No words came out of your mouth. You sat down on a nearby bench. Of course, he followed you and sat next to you. You covered your face with your hands.

"Really, babe. Tell me what's on your mind!" He begged. He pulled yours hands off your tear stained face. "Please? I'll do anything to fix it."

"Zayn, I know we have talked about this plenty of times before, but please stop smoking. I know it's hard, but I can't stand it anymore. It's ruining your health. It's horrible." I explained. He didn't reply to anything you said, so you continued. "It hurts my heart watching you smoke."

He stayed quiet, looking down at the floor. "I know, baby. I know you hate it, but I'm addicted. I've been trying to stop but I can't."

You frowned. "Don't say the 'I cants.' Of course you can stop smoking. Many people have done it. I'll help you throughout the way." You held out your hand but he was confused. So, you reached into his pocket and held the box of cigarettes and the lighter. Next, you got up and threw them out in a trash can which was only a few feet away.

"But b-" he began to speak but you cut him off.

"No buts. I threw them out, you can't get them back, now." You said. "Please just don't buy anymore cigarettes."

"Babe, it's just so addicting. I've been trying and-"

"I know. And I am so proud of you. I know it's hard for you and I can't really do anything to make you stop." You admit. "Zayn it just disgusts me to see anyone smoke and you seem to always be doing it. I can't watch you no longer." You sigh deeply. "I need time to get away from everything and think. I'll see you later." You got up and went to go walk in another direction to be alone. Of course you weren't breaking up with zayn, you just needed some time to think. You found yourself sitting on the ground, resting your back on a tree.

About 20 minutes later, you looked up to see zayn walking towards you. "Yes, Zayn?" You ask him as you stand up.

"(Y/N), I know you're 100% right and I should stop smoking." He took a deep breath. "When we get home, I'll throw out the other box of cigarettes and my other lighter."

You couldn't even believe this was happening. Tears of joy and happiness filled your eyes.

"Boo, don't cry. I'm doing all of this just for you. Just for you. Because I love you way more than you know."

You shook your head. "Tears of joy, zayn. Because I can't believe any of this is actually happening."

He wrapped his arms around your waist and hugged you tighter than ever before.

"Thank you." You whisper into his ear.

"No, thank you. Without you, who knows where I would be." he said, causing you to smile. "I love you." He added.

"I love you, too." You replied.