Zayn Malik #1

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Long Zayn Imagine

#Imagine

'Zayn... Can you pass me the nutella?' You look at him, but he's on his phone. 

'Zaaaaaaayn.' He looks up, smiles and looks back at his phone.

'Okay. That's it.' You grab the nutella, and walk to the bathroom. You grab his comb, pull all his hair off and dip the comb in the nutella. You smile, and walk back with the nutella. Zayn is still looking at his phone. When you sit down he looks up.

'Where did you go?'

'Nowhere...'

He lift his left eyebrow on.

'(Y/N), where did you go? Do I have to find out it myself of are you going to tell me?'

'You find it out yourself brother.' You say smiley. He gets up and walks trough the door. 

'1, 2, 3..' You count. 

'WHAT DID YOU DO? Ohmygod.' He comes back, running, with his comb. He looks at you with fear in his eyes, but a smile on his lips. 

You start laughing. He tries to hold his laugh, but it didn't work. He starts laughing with you.

'I can do a lot of things now..' He starts.

'Like what..?' 

'Comb your hair with this, kiss your lips because there's some nutella on it or...' He drops his comb and starts tickling you.. After a while he kisses you.

'I love you babe.'

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