One Direction Imagines/Preferences :) (REQUESTS CLOSED)

Zayn Imagine for @FrancescaMakuletsz

Imagine for Lia

***Lia's P.O.V***

"Zayn?" I called out, entering the flat. I was not having a good day. First, my manager made all these last minute changers to my new album, and she made me record three whole songs plus some new one she came up with. Then she told Julie, my makeup artist, to give me a whole new haircut for a "new look for the new album." Then Ciara had to drive me somewhere that just happened to be an interview with my least favorite interviewer. Sean Cardle was always touchy feely, and he never seemed to get the hint when I bluntly kept telling him I had a boyfriend, Zayn. Needless to say, I was furious with my manager today.

After the interview, Ciara's car broke down in the parking lot, and it had to be towed to the shop. Ciara and I ended up having to walk home, only to have my heel on my shoes snap halfway there. Just when I thought it couldn't get any better, some fans spotted us, and Ciara and I were chased four blocks before my manager and a team of security got wind of what was happening and picked us up.

I couldn't wait to just get home and cuddle in the arms of my boyfriend. He was off for a few weeks now, so I knew he'd be him, unless he was with the guys. I searched the kitchen and living room, not seeing a trace of Zayn.

Until I heard a racket from upstairs.

Thinking it was the boys playing video games, I decided I'd scare them, so I tiptoed up the stairs, avoiding the creaky step three stairs from the top. I tiptoed to the closed door where the noise was coming through, and pushed the door open.

"What the actual fuck?" I screamed. Zayn and Perrie jumped away from each other, both now on opposite sides of the room. Both stared at me horrified, pale faces and wide eyes on each of their faces. Perrie's shirt was disgruntled. Not undone, but shifted in places. And Zayn's normally perfect quiff was messy.

"B-babe, I thought you were at work for the d-day," Zayn stuttered.

"Yeah, Zayn! It's seven o'clock! And I come home from the worst day ever to see my boyfriend cheating on me with his ex!"

"No! It wasn't like that!"

"Then how was it, Zayn?! Please explain!" I huffed, crossing my arms and giving him the evil eye.

"Perrie came over to talk, and then she, like, slipped, and I caught her."

"With your mouth?!" I screeched. Perrie sighed at Zayn's story.

"Listen, Lia, it was my fault," she started, but I cut her off.

"No, Perrie! I thought we were friends! That gives you absolutely no right to kiss my ex!" I screamed at her.

"Wait! Ex?!" Zayn cried, his eyes widening further.

"Yea! Ex! As in not anymore!"

Zayn made a grab for my wrist, but I yanked it out of the way and ran back downstairs, grabbing my purse, a coat, and flats. "Bye, Zayn!" I screamed, slamming the door shut. I climbed into my car and drove to Ciara's and Julie's flat, deciding to stay with them for awhile. I needed comfort.

"Hey, babes, what up?" Julie said, answering the door. She took in my red eyes and stained cheeks. "What'd the bastard do? I swear I'll kick his ass, Lia," she scowled.

"He c-cheated on me w-with P-Perrie," I finally got out. Julie gasped and hugged me tight.

"What's going on?" Ciara came in, holding a slice of pizza. I guess Julie mouthed it to her or something, because the next thing I hear is, "That son of a bitch!"

She immediately joined the hug, and they led me over to the sofa, picking out "Pitch Perfect" and bringing out a huge tube of ice cream for us to share. I cried for a long time, Julie and Ciaria trying their best to comfort me. But they couldn't do it as good as Zayn could. Zayn was always the best at comforting me. He would open his arms wide and I would snuggle into them, and he would stroke my back lightly and play with my hair as he sung lowly to me. He would always sing "When You're Gone" by Avril Lavigne. It was kind of our song. Once I stopped crying, he would tickle my sides, making me shake with laughter, and then he would kiss me and tell me he loved me. The memories made me cry even harder, and I excused myself from my best friends to go to bed. Ciara led me into the guest bedroom, and  immediately changed and cried myself to sleep.