One Direction Imagines and Preferences :)

Zayn Imagine - A Thousand Years Part 2

So people have been asking me to carry on with this imagine in and I got 400+ reads so I thought why not! Thankyou so much for the reads btw! Here's part 2 x

Zayn: It's been a 2 years since you've seen Zayn. The first year he had been constantly trying to call you and get hold if you. But you changed your phone and your number. You kept your old phone though, the one that shows all of the messages and missed calls and voicemails from Zayn.

You have tried so hard to get over Zayn and whenever you think you have, something always reminds you of him and all of the memories come flooding back. The gifts he gave you, the unexpected kisses you would recieve from him, the cuddles when you two would watch a scary movie on the sofa. You felt safe with him. But it was the final straw when he got angry at you. That's why you left. You were angry and upset and you two kept having fights. It wasn't a healthy relationship and Zayn knew that's what you wanted. You just didn't feel any love from him anymore.

A year and 3 months ago you had a little baby boy called Y/B/N. Everywhere you go you see people awwing at him, he's adorable. You couldn't have asked for more perfect baby boy. He's absolutely beautiful. He's got dark brown hair, just like his dad's, and he's got your eyes.

You were watching TV in your apartment and Y/B/N was in his play pen in front of you.

"Mamma!" He squeeled.

This wasn't the first time he'd talked, but you thought you'd give him some attention anyway.

"Good boy Y/B/N!" You went over to him and picked him up and he put his little chubby arms around your neck hugging you.

"Da... da-a-a," he tried to speak but failed a few times.

You placed him on the sofa where you were sat, and kneeled in front of him.

"Dad-dadda... Dadda!" Your smile faded and once again the memories came back. He must have picked that up from all of his little friends at his nursery.

You sighed and told Y/B/N that his father isn't around anymore. You knew Y/B/N wouldn't understand, but you hadn't talked about Zayn for so long and it lead you to cry. I need fresh air, you thought to yourself.

You decided you'd go for a walk. It was 6pm and it was summer so you didn't need to worry about it being dark. You got your baba's push-chair out and tucked Y/B/N inside safely. You went to the nearest park bringing your old phone with you. You need closure.

You read through all of the text messages Zayn had sent you. They were vertually all the same saying that he loves you and he should have never left you standing in that drive way by yourself. There was apologies in every single one of them.

Then you decided to pluck up the curage and listen to the voicemails. As soon as you heard the first words 'Hey Y/N it's Zayn again,' you broke down.

You still loved him. So much that you wished that he was here right now and you wished that you had never walked away from him. Walked away from the love of your life. The last message he ever sent you was a voicemail:

'Hey Y/N... Once again I'm so sorry. I shouldn't have been so hard on you that night I came home. I had a bad day at the studio and you were right I definately shouldn't have taken it out on you. I should have talked to you about it, told you the things that went wrong, the things that were on my mind...' Zayn sniffed loudly, clearly upset which made your chest ache even more.

'Since I never told you, I... I will now. When I got to the studio the boys were already there and they were all in a huddle laughing. I questioned why they were laughing but they said it was nothing. So I thought I'd get it out of Niall, he gives in when you bribe him.. With food.' Zayn chuckled through the phone, why is he so adorable?

'Do you remember when you used to joke around, telling Niall that he eats way too much and he always used to make that face? Hahaha... yeah, anyway I hit all the wrong notes in the song... The song that I wrote for a very special girl in my life, you. I was upset and the boys comforted me and I took Niall into a seperate room. I asked him what they were all laughing at earlier and he said that they were imagining you... *huff* They were imagining you in all these slutty clothes that they could see your arse in and saying how you were really hot and 'foxy' and sexy and you would be great have sex with.'

You could hear the anger in his voice and you were shocked. The other boys really thought all those things about you? Wow... Okay then... But then Zayn went on,

'They were all hitting on you, even when some of the boys have girlfriends. The things they said were true, I have to admitt. You're everything they said. But I wouldn't even discribe you that way. You're beautiful, gorgeous, no you're perfect to me. Everything about you is just stunning. I'm going crazy just thinking about you baby. But that, coming from them... My best mates, wasn't cool. I had a go at all of them, I shouted and shouted and they apologised, but that wasnt enough. I had never been so angry before. You're Mine!'

He shouted down the phone. You heard something smash and crack. You felt so bad that you hadn't listened to this before. If you had, you would have apologised... For leaving him, all by himself...

'... you were mine...' He said in a small voice. There were tears streaming down your face. You HAD to get back to him.

'So that's what happened baby. I try and try to get over you, I try for you because i know you don't care about us anymore. And nothings worse than a clingy ex-boyfriend that still... That still loves you Y/N. I swear with all my heart and soul. I will find you. But for now, live your life with your beautiful baby, I already know it's beautiful because it came from you... Babe? When I find you, I will explain all of this to you again just to show you that I will spend all of my time devoted to you. I don't mind if you don't take me back, because at least then you know that I still care so much about you.' You heard him crying and you had never felt so horrible in your life.

'And I don't care if this voicemail costs a million pounds. Baby I need you... And I love you... If I don't ever see you again I guess that probably means that I'm shit at finding you. Remember when I always used to be bad at hide and seek? We used to play it when we were bored and we had time... Together just you and me?' You cracked a smile remembering the fun times you used to have.

'Well, Y/N I hope the little baba is okay. I understand if you don't want me to see him or her. And that's okay, you probably don't even want to see me... This is the last voicemail, call or message that I will send you because it's crushing me. You're not answering back and it kills me. I would take a bullet for you baby... Just to let you know.' He took a deep breath and exhaled deeply.

'So I guess this is goodbye for now until I find you. I love you Y/N.'

Then the line went dead.

You HAD to get back to him. You still loved him as much as he loved you. You looked at Y/B/N. He was sleeping peacefully in his push-chair. He looked so much like Zayn. You knew Zayn had always wanted a boy. You then promised.. To Y/B/N and yourself... That you would find Zayn.

You looked down at your phone. At Zayn's number. You pressed 'Call'. And then you waited. And waited. And waited and waited.

He probably won't pick up because that last voicemail was 5 months ago. He may have given up... He may have found another gir-

"Hello..."

Zayn.

Hope you likeeee :) If you like this, tell me! Don't be shy! <3 Comment! I REALLY REALLY appreciate it. Once again thank you for the reads! <3 I haven't been on Wattpad in ages so yeah, I'll be updating a lot more now hopefully :) - becca