Zayn Imagine
"Zayn, babe? Can I use your phone really fast? Mine's dead, and I can't find the charger anywhere." you ask, still looking for your own charger.
"Sure, it's on the counter." he calls from the living room, still flipping channels, still looking for something to watch.
You laugh and say "You must be very determined to watch t.v. If you're still flipping through the channels." He laughs and you pick his phone up.
"Hey who's Josie?" You ask seeing the name and a new text message from her.
His laughing stops and you hear him bolt up from the couch. "No one, she's no one." He says coming into the kitchen, and reaching for his phone.
You pull it away from him, holding it above your head. "Zayn, who's Josie?" You repeat getting angry and scared of the answer.
"Look babe, calm down." He coos, sensing your anger.
"How the hell am I supposed to calm down when you're freaking out about me finding out about her?" You snap, stalking off to the bathroom." He stalks after you,
"(y/n), come on." He yells banging on the now closed and locked door. "Who is she? Should I completely ignore these messages then? Or can I read them because they won't have places to meet, or last night was amazing messages?" You ask, and he's silent, giving you your answer.
You open the door, and give him his phone "Just leave. Plea- leave me alone." You whisper, then slam the door in his face, and sink to bottom of it. You sat there crying for what seemed ever, letting the cool draft from under the door hit your back, not caring that it was slowly going numb. You might as well let your whole body go numb, because it was better than the pain you were in right now. You sniffled again, and stood up, looking in the mirror at a red eyed broken girl. You just didn't understand why he would do that. Weren't you enough for him? Obviously not if he needed a Josie. You scoffed, and washed your face to try and hide the evidence of your tears, not succeeding much. You open the door and see Zayn sitting against the wall turning his phone in his hands. He looks up, and you see his red eyes, just like yours.
"I thought I asked you to leave." You mutter before attempting to close the door, but his foot stops it.
"Found your charger." He says, holding a white cord up.
"Thanks, but I didn't ask you too, I asked you to leave." He nods
"I know, but there's a message on your phone, and you really need to read it. Ill leave, just promise you'll read it." You nod, and take the charger, closing the door again. You plug your phone in and read the message from Zayn.
"(Y/n), love I hate hearing you cry, and it just hurts me more knowing that it's my fault. And I know I can't be hurting as much as you are right now, but I'm pretty close. I was stupid, no I still am stupid, for thinking that I needed anyone other than you. All I need is you-" You pause to wipe a tear from the screen, then continue "and only you. Now I know I'm probably gone by now, but only because you wished me away, and I wouldn't want to disappoint, or hurt you more by staying. Ill be outside, waiting until you want me back, even if I have to wait an eternity, ill be there. I love you (y/n), and I can only hope that you still somehow love me too." You wipe your eyes again, and sit in the sink. Should you? You sigh, and head outside. You find him on the stairs, head in his hands knew shaking violently.
"Zayn." You utter, and his head jumps from his shaking fingers.
"(Y/n)." He breathes, hugging you tightly. "Zayn, just tell me you won't do it again, and that I can actually trust you. Look me in the eyes and swear it." He lets your body go, and stares right in your eyes, his gaze feels as though its piercing your very soul.
"I swear, ill never be that stupid, to do something like that ever again. I swear it. I love you too much." He hugs you up angling and you squeeze back. "Ok, I trust you, just don't give me a reason to doubt that trust." He kisses you "Never.", and he never does.
