One Direction Imagines

Zayn - Coming Out

Requested by: Zaynie-

"Zayn?" I called out, glancing at the sleeping boy in my guest bed. It was pretty easy to assume what had gone on last night, considering Justin was naked and there were clothes scattered across the room.

"In the kitchen!" I heard Zayn call, so I followed his voice to the kitchen, where he was cooking eggs. I hated eggs.

"So, is there something you want to tell me?" I asked, trying to hide the grin on my face. Naturally, any girl would be pissed and ready to start World War III if she found out her boyfriend was actually gay. Me, on the other hand, I am beyond happy. I've always shipped Zayn and Justin, and I've assumed they have been sneaking around behind my back for a while, but now that I have concrete evidence I am ecstatic.

Zayn turned to me, his face showing no hint of guilt. "What d'ya mean, babe?" His Bradford accent stuck out, causing my stomach to turn like it always does. He was shirtless and in his boxers, but what he forgot about was the scratch marks on his back and the many love bites scattering his chest. I bit my lip, holding back a chuckle.

"Really? Are you sure you don't want to say it? Or do I have to spell it out for you?" He raised his eyebrows, causing me to roll my eyes. He's always been good at drama, of course he would be acting with me.

"What's goin' on, Antonia?" He reached and turned off the stove, setting the skillet full of scrambled eggs on a different burner.

"Alright. So, first things first, Justin is in our guest bed naked." I smirked, Zayn's eyes widening in worry.

"Erm, I can explain," He stumbled, but I shook my head no.

"Second, you're in here making eggs. I hate eggs with a fiery passion, which you know, so obviously they're for Justin." Zayn looked between the eggs and me, sighing in defeat.

"And lastly, you have some damn nice scratch marks on your back, and there's love bites littering your chest. So either you're finally fucking Justin, or you're fucking some other chick. I'm only okay with one of them." Zayn hung his head down, fumbling with his fingers. His gaze finally met mine again, his eyes full of guilt.

"I'm sorry, Antonia, I'm so sorry, I love you, I do, I just don't think in... this way," His rough hands held my face, his thumb rubbing my cheek soothingly. 

"So I was right?" I whispered, him nodding. "About Justin?" He nodded again, a grin appearing on my face.

"Yes!" I exclaimed, pumping my fist in the air and jumping up and down. "I'm basically Nancy Drew! Yes!" Zayn looked at me in shock, obviously having expected me to have a different reaction.

"Wait... you're okay with this? Are you okay?" He grabbed my shoulders, steadying me. He placed the back of his hand against my forehead, causing me to laugh harder. "Are you sick? On drugs?" I shook my head, laughing.

"Nope, I'm perfectly fine! God, Zayn, I've been waiting for this day for months. Oh my God, I've shipped you and Justin for so long. Dude, Zaystin. Yes."

"Babe, is Antonia home or-" I heard Justin's voice, causing me to excitedly turn towards him. He stood in the doorway, rubbing the sleep from his eyes, then he finally opened them and they widened when they saw me. "Oh fuck," He mumbled, standing in shock.

"Oh my God, OTP, yes," I fangirled, shoving Zayn towards them. "I get to witness this moment with my own eyes! Yes," They probably thought I was crazy at this point, but I didn't care at all.

"What's going on? Is she okay?" Justin asked, Zayn shaking his head.

"I dunno what's going on. She said she's shipped 'Zaystin' for months. I dunno. Good morning, love," Zayn leaned in, pressing his lips against Justins'. I screamed in excitement, causing them to pull away and look at me in concernment.

"Y'know what? I'm gonna go. You two enjoy those eggs. And eachothers lips. Go ahead and go for a round five. Maybe round nine. Have fun. Love both of y'all. Bye now." They both rolled their eyes at me, not saying a word as I ran out of the apartment in joy.