Mature One Direction Imagines

ZM: Temporary Fix

Now I realize that Temporary Fix is part of Made In The A.M. and Zayn wasn't apart of that album, but let's be honest, the true directioners still love him and support him....and WHO doesn't love Pillow Talk, like I mean c'mon that's been stuck in my head for days! So I just hope you really enjoy this imagine it's made with love:)          (And obvious smut)

I sigh as I finish cleaning up the room I was in. "Goodnight!" I hear the elderly lady say behind me. I turn around and give her a tired smile, "Goodnight, sweetie." I murmur and close the door. The bags at my side swing back and forth as I head to our soiled utility. I've been working at this nursing home for four years, it's probably one of the worst jobs physically and emotionally, but at the end of the day it's all worth the smiles I bring to these people's faces.

I give report to next shift and walk to the break room and clock out ready to go home and lay in my own bed and sleep considering it's ten o'clock at night. As I'm walking to my car I check my phone and notice three messages and two missed calls. The two calls and two of the messages were from my sister and my mom. I'd call them when I get home.

The third message was from Zayn.

He was one of the only guys to take the certified nurse's assistant class. He dropped out though. He told me later that that's not what he wanted to do and now he owns a bar down the street from my apartment building. It's the same bar we went to after one of our classes and we really hit it off, and ended up in his apartment above the bar. The next morning I told him I wasn't really looking for a relationship and he wasn't either, but we still hang out and he's become my best friend.

I open the message from Zayn.

Zaynie-Pizza or take out?

I smile, he knows what I like to gorge into on Friday nights. I quickly reply.

Me- You pick. My place or yours?

Zaynie- Chinese? My place.

Me- Sounds great. I could use a good handful of shots too ;)

Zaynie- A shipment came in with some new liquor I ordered, I need a taste tester ;)

Me- Let me change and I'll be on my way.

I didn't look to see if he responded back. I started my car and drove to my apartment. Once inside I change out of my scrubs and I take the minimal make up I had on off and brush my teeth. I change into a pair of grey leggings and Zayn's red sweater. I had stolen it from him because it was my favorite shirt of his. I slipped on my light blue converse high tops and my leather jacket and drove off to his place.

I parked my car on the curb of a bar called The Lounge. Zayn lives in the apartment above it. Zayn walks up to the door and lets me in. "Hey, that's my favorite sweater." He says. "Well hello to you, too. And it just so happens it's my favorite as well." I say as he chuckles and pulls me in for a hug and I give him a kiss on the cheek. "So how about that liquor." I say cheekily while rubbing my hands together like an evil genius.

~a handful of shots and drinks later~

"So the bloke looks at me with a dumbfounded look on his face like," Zayn imitates the guys face from the story and I bust out in a fit of giggles. "So I'm thinking 'Just back away slowly' and without looking back I start running towards my car." At the end of his story we're both dying laughing. I don't even know what's funny to be honest, but the way Zayn's face looked and how his voice gets higher as he got to the point of his story, I couldn't help it. "Zaynie, you are one of the stupidest people I've ever met." I say between my fits of laughter. Zayn lightly slaps my thigh with a mock offended look on his face. "I am not! I am one of the most intelligent, most beautifulest of them all! And you know it." He smiles smugly. The smile I can never resist. The way his lips just curl up perfectly. He takes another shot of the brown liquor we've been testing all night and it shines on his lips and I want to lean in and taste it on them.