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Random Zayn Imagine

**Your P.O.V**

You sat at the couch, tapping your foot impatiently. The dinner you had cooked four hours ago was probably stone cold by now. You had spent all day cooking Zayn’s favorite dinner, and a good few hours were spent baking an elegant cake for him.

You had wasted so much time because it was the first night that Zayn had had off in a month, and you were excited to spend the night with him. It also happened to be Zayn’s birthday tonight.

Yet here you were, dinner on the table and present next to you, and Zayn was four hours late for who-knows-what. The front door slammed open, and you stormed down the hall to meet Zayn there. Zayn was slipping off his shoes, but he looked up when he saw me come into view. “Hey, boo.”

“Hi,” you replied curtly, arms crossed.

“You’re mad,” he said, stating the obvious.

“Yeah.”

“What now?” he asked exasperatedly.

“Zayn! It’s your birthday!”

“I know. I spent it with the lads at the bar. What’s up?”

“Zayn, I wanted to spend it with you. And yet you go to a bar and hang out with four guys that you’ve seen every day for the past month!” you shouted, flailing around your arms.

“Well how was I supposed to know you wanted to spend time with me?!”

“Why would I not?! Zayn, I love you, but you make it so hard.”

“Okay. I’m the hard one out of this relationship,” Zayn repeated sarcastically. He walked into the kitchen, and sat down at the table, picking up his fork. He shoved a mouthful of lasagna into his mouth, and made a face straight after. “This is cold.”

“It should be. It’s been sitting there for four hours while you partied!”