Imagines (100% Original) 1D, LM, Ed, and Demi.

Out for coffee- Zayn

Out for Coffee- Zayn imagine

~ StyPayHorLikSon1st

Me and Zayn were finally going to get some alone time, and go get some coffee at Starbucks. We never got to go anywhere by ourselves because there was always paparazzi and fans everywhere. Of course, there would be some, today. It's just they wouldn't recognized is. We were in disguised. Zayn had a thick, fake mustache and blonde hair. A baggy

T-Shirt and some black skinny jeans. He must have took some from Harry. If I didn't know it was him, I wouldn't of wanted to even talk to him. I had a baggy T-Shirt on and some skinny jeans as well. My

hair was a dark brown and curly. Almost like Danielle's. And I had some sun glasses on. I didn't look as different as Zayn though. But I guess it was more important to keep him unnoticeable more than me, right?

"Here you go, babe." He said holding the door open for me. As I walked through the door frame I wondered if he needed to disguise his Bradford voice too. Maybe it was too signature. After all, if I heard

my favorite celebrity talk I would know it's them. And it would make sense for them to be disguised, right? After all we were. We had to be

careful though because the directioners know everything. Everything.

They can probably tell its him just by his hand! They're like the second FBI.

"Don't worry, it'll be fine." He said reading my thoughts. I

sighed hoping he was right.

"What can I get for you today?" The cashier as me us. Her blonde hair laying just on top her shoulders.

"She'll have the..." Zayn started.

"I'll have the (favorite Starbucks drink) and he'll

have the (whichever one). Thanks!" I cut him off.

"Whats you name?" She asked. What was I supposed to say? Zayn Malik's girlfriend. No.

"(Y/N)." I said. No one would suspect me.

"Okay, those will be here in a minute." she said turning to the next person in line.

We took our seats in a nearby booth.

"I could have said our order, you know." He said kind of confused.

"I know, but what if someone recognizes your voice or something!" I said trying to prove my point.

"It'll be okay! Relax! And If anyone does, it's just one person." He said trying to assure me.

"Okay. Whatever you say, Zayn." I said still a little worried. I saw towards the middle of the Resturant, a little girl with a one direction shirt on. And on the back said 'I love Zayn'

I almost felt bad. Her idol was sitting right next to her, but she didn't know.

It was kind of a good thing, but in another way, it wasn't.

"Zayn." I said whispering

"Huh?" He said snapping out of his daydream.

"You see that girl right there? You see her shirt?" I asked him.

"Oh yeah. Cute." He said

"Umm, Zayn? Do you think it's a little uncomfortable having to hide from everything." I asked him. He looked at me with sad eyes.

"(Y/N). Yeah, it is. But I can't just go back to being normal. If I could, I would. Trust me." He said looking into my eyes.

"Okay, I was just thinking..." I said

"(Y/N)!" I heard the girl at from the counter yell. I noticed the girl with the one direction shirt looked up immediately. I could tell she was a proper Directioner. Maybe using my name wasn't such a good idea.

I walked by and grabbed our drinks, paying for the drinks. I walked back with my head bowed down. I couldn't risk anyone somehow noticing me and Zayn.

"Yay, they're here." He said a little too loudly. I sat down and started messing with straw in my drink.

"Gotta go to the restroom. My wigs coming off." I said feeling the curly mess on top my head slowly falling.

"Okay, but hurry. People might start to think something's up." He said. I nodded.

I made my way to the bathroom and pushed the door open. I stood in front the mirror and took the scratchy wig off to reveal my

(color of hair) hair. Just as I was about to put my wig back on the door swung open.

"No way!" A high pitched whisper said. I recognized it was the girl with the shirt. Yah, I'm gonna regret this.

"Your (Y/N)! Your Zayn Malik's girlfriend!" She almost screamed.

"Please be a little more quite!"

I said hoping she would obey.

"Wait, but if your here, that must mean that was Zayn with you! Oh my god!" She said still screaming.

"No! I mean yes... Please just listen!" I said, almost yelling as well. She was quite but jumping with excitement.

"We're supposed to be recognized so please, I'll get you an autograph if you don't say anything!" I promised her.

"Okay... Can I get one from you too?" She asked hopefully.

I was a little shocked. Nobody really asks for MY signature. I'm just a girlfriend. I'm not part of the band.

"Okay sure. Just when you walk out act like nothing happened and don't leave unless you don't want your autograph. Okay?" She nodded her head wildly. She walked out before me so it wouldn't seem too obvious.

Finally I was able to walk out to meet up with my boyfriend again.

"What took you so long? I saw that little girl come out. Are you okay?" He asked. I was tempted to tell him but decided not to.

"I'm fine it's just this wigs a little tricky to put on." I said. I could tell he didn't believe me but he ignored it. I could see he had already finished his drink. Mine only had a couple sips taken out of it.

"Hey Zayn, can you sign something for me?" I asked him hoping he would just do as he was told and not question.

"Sure." He signed a little piece of paper, that already had my signature on it. I took a quick glance the little girl across the room.

She was staring back as well, excitement and disbelief in her eyes.

"It's for that girl, huh? She found out it was you, didn't she?" He said. I was a little in disbelief myself. Was it that obvious.

"Yeah, but it's okay. She's not going to tell." I said hoping he wouldn't get mad.

"Okay. It's alright." He said making me feel relieved.

"You ready to go?" He asked. After we were done at Starbucks we agreed we would go back to his huge mansion and watch movies.

"Yeah." I said getting out of the booth. Zayn followed. I was almost to the door when I realized that Zayn wasn't with me anymore.

He was standing in front the girl with the shirt. He had his wig and mustache taken off making him look completely himself, besides from his clothes. I could hear a few teenage girls screaming inside the cafe noticing it was Zayn.

"Here's my autograph, and here's the lovely, (Y/N)'s. Thanks for not saying anything. It means a lot. Goodbye." He said. He quickly took a Cute picture with the girl. He then waved to her and stood up. He walked over to me and grabbed my hand, leading me out of the Small restaurant.

"You know, it's okay. Things happen, and it wasn't that serious. But we're out now, so lets go." He said leading me to the car. I felt better about the whole situation. It's gonna happen a lot, so I might as well get used to it.