One Direction Imagines

I Want You to Know (Zayn Malik)

You’ve been left broken from old relationships, but have met Zayn recently while visiting London. (Austin is an old boyfriend, and Tony is a fuck buddy)



Conversation came freely, ran smoothly, and there were no awkward pauses. I found myself a tad bit tipsy from all the wine I drank, but nothing too bad. We laughed and he was really sweet. He reminded me of Austin, sadly. I shook off the thought and invited him back to my place at the end of the night.

“Don’t you have that flat mate? (Y/F/N)?” He had one hand on the steering wheel.

“She’s out.” I smiled. I could see a smirk form along his lips. I probably shouldn’t have, but when I recognized the roads close enough to our house, I leaned over and began nibbling on his neck. I could hear a slight chuckle and I smiled against his skin. We reached the flat and giggled, continuously stopping to kiss on our way up. It was kind and gentle, and reminded me of when I was younger, more innocent. I let him into my flat and led him to my room, holding his hand behind me. Laughing, he pulled off his shirt; we fell onto the bed and he kissed my jawline. He moved up to my lips, and I teased him by just barely pulling them out of his reach. His breath was hot and smelled of wine, and I pulled him in, needing him to be as close as possible to me. His lips were soft but the kiss was rough and filled with lust. I pulled back shortly to slip off the black dress I was wearing. His hands wandered freely over my body, inviting goosebumps to appear as I shivered with longing. Arching backs and euphoric screams; Zayn was my ecstasy that night. The feeling of his hands on my body didn’t leave me feeling used like with Tony. We collapsed in bed, heavily breathing, my heart beating so fast but at the same time I swore it could stop any second. Instead of turning our backs on one another, having gotten what we wanted, we talked. We had more wine in our possession, and our words were slurred a bit. But we talked, anyways. Everything that came to our minds came out of our mouths and we kissed and laughed and I even began crying at one point. We talked about just doing whatever we wanted, no more regrets and just trying to be happy. Still a little unsure about anything we were saying, it became a deal. Right after, he kissed me hard but passionately.

“I really do like you.” He breathed. He told me he knew it was rushed, he knew it was cliche, but I had something in me. He saw something in me, but he wasn’t sure what. He wasn’t sure if it was a certain way I acted, but he told me I gave off a certain essence, and he really didn’t want to let me leave him. That night he explained to me his heartbreak with his last girlfriend, who used him for money and publicity. “I guess I’m used to it. I expect it. I’m basically prepared for it. It doesn’t happen as often as you’d think, though. When it does, it just hurts so fucking much. Y’know?” I nodded against his chest as he stroked my hair. We talked and I told him about Austin. I told him how he ignored me for an entire week. He avoided me. On my birthday, he came to the party my friends had thrown for me. That night, I went looking for him and surely I found him. Stowed away in a room with a girl

(Y/F/N)

and I used to be very good friends with, actually. He needed to learn to lock the goddamn door. I walked in on him and my had been best friend having sex. I didn’t cry. I didn’t scream. They didn’t notice. I just closed the door behind me and left. I left the party itself with a bottle of whiskey and a joint. I drove myself to a pier, got out of my car, and sat on the dock drinking and smoking. That was how my birthday ended. I passed out there. Austin and I had been together for four years. I guess it was crazy to assume that we’d actually stay together and get married, but naivety had taken over the best of me. I wasn’t one to fall in love; especially not so hard. After that night I gave up on myself. I crawled into bed when

(Y/F/N)

brought me home, and I barely left it for two months. I’d get up a few times a day for simple tasks, but I really was left in a bad place. After those months,

(Y/F/N)

decided to bring me to London. When Austin texted me the morning after the incident, I had to explain to him that I knew he was fucking another girl. That we were completely done. That I really hated him, but I just needed to know how long it had been going on for.

Six months. I’m so so sorry. Can we talk?

There wasn’t anything left to say. It seemed the same way with Zayn. I went on for a while about Austin, and he didn’t stop me once. When I finished, I found myself in tears again. Angry. Angry to still be upset over Austin. Angry to be sleeping with Tony. Angry to be with Zayn in that bed. He stayed silent as every feeling I had been suppressing came to a boiling point and I cursed everything, including him. I was drunk. When I finally finished and was too upset to speak. He just kissed the top of my head.

“Don’t cry, love. I might start crying.” He faintly chuckled. I just sniffed, still crying. “I won’t hurt you.” His arms were securely wrapped around me, taking the role of the big spoon. I didn’t object to this, despite what I was saying.

“You’re lying.” I spat, angrily wiping at my eyes.

“No. I won’t even promise it to you.”

“What? That doesn’t make sense.”

“Austin- He broke every promise to you. Promises are meant to be broken, so I won’t promise this to you. Because I don’t ever want to hurt you.”

“You barely know me.”

“I want to know you.” He whispered into my ear. This was enough to send a chill down my spine. His voice was dark, sleepy and drunk. I shut my eyes tightly. “No regrets. Just do what we want.” I could feel his hot breath behind me. At this, I felt my lips curve upward in the slightest. He kissed my hair once more, but didn’t say another word. I felt his regulated breathing next to me, knowing he had fallen asleep. My eyelids were just as heavy as my head felt, along with the room spinning a bit. I mimicked the boy beside me, drifting off.