Zayn Imagine
Zayn hasn't spoken one word to you for a whole week. Either he's still pissed that you called him Harry the other night in bed, or he's upset that you broke his favorite comb. Whichever the case may be, it leaves you alone and quite lonely on your guys' two year anniversary. Unfortunately, you also had work earlier in the day and as you drive home you realize that you had no time to make dinner or set up something special for you two. You sigh and slow down to a stop at a red light. You miss Zayn. He's never been a huge talker but him being completely silent is just upsetting and foreign. As you continue making your way home, you think about all the little preparations you had planned for tonight, wishing you could go back to this morning and call off work. In your mind you picture a low lit house, maybe a couple candles every here and there. The air would smell like fresh food and peppermint. You'd be wearing the cute red dress that Zayn loves so much on you. Then he'd come home and you'd slowly, but surely seduce him. You groan and sigh in despair. Oh how you wish you took the day off.
When you pull into the driveway of your home, you can see the flashing lights of the TV in the living room. You park and get out, alarming your car before going inside. "Zayn," you call out as you walk in. You shut the door before putting your purse by the shoe rack, hanging your keys on the little hook. You can hear the TV on but Zayn doesn't answer you. "Zayn baby?" You call out again and head towards the living room. You're upset that he still isn't talking. Did he forget it's your anniversary today? You frown when you see him sprawled out on the couch, his eyes shut. He breathes rhythmically and you know he's asleep. You sigh and sit beside him. This is not how you planned your anniversary together. "Happy Anniversary," you whisper to yourself. You take Zayn's hand and move it out of the way so you can lay in his arms.
You sigh when you're in the comfort of Zayn's arms. Your bodies press up against eachother's perfectly. You drape his arm around your body and let your eyes shut. This is almost perfect. Almost like everything between you is normal again. You sigh and let your eyes slide shut. Zayn suddenly moves, and your eyes open. "What the hell?" Zayn mutters and you go still. Maybe if you pretend to be asleep he won't make you move. You really don't want to leave his arms. "I know you're awake (Y/N)," Zayn says annoyed. You bite your lip, do you want to answer him? No. You try the whole deep breathing fake but he just clucks his tongue. He takes his arm off of you and you groan in frustration. "Zayn please, what do you want me to do?!" You sit up, crossing your arms. Zayn's attitude was getting more than a little annoying. He keeps quiet and you jump to your feet. "Still?! STILL NOTHING?!" You scream, stomping your foot like a child but not giving one shit. Zayn has the audacity to look out across the room instead of at you.
"Even on our two year anniversary?! Nothing Zayn?! You still won't...forgive me?" Your voice breaks as you try to maintain some kind of composure. You lose it. You're done. You can't deal with his silence anymore. You drop to your knees in front of him, taking his hands. "Please Zayn," you whisper. As you stare up at him, tears starting to form in your (color) eyes, Zayn slowly starts to smile. You're literally watching a wide, confident smile appear on his face. "Zayn?" You question his sanity suddenly. "I win," he says simply, looking down at you. His dark eyes sparkle with mischief and amusement. You glare at him, suddenly furious with the change. "YOU WIN?!" You yell, jumping back to your feet. "WIN?! Is this a fucking game to you?!" You scream. You feel betrayed. You feel played. You feel like this entire week has been some kind of fucked up game Zayn chose to play. "Well you see-" "I will not SEE! What I SEE is you playing some kind of pathetic game for some kind of power ego shit that you need!" You're not sure you're actually making sense but you don't care. How dare Zayn do this to you. How dare he treat your relationship like a joke.
"Baby-" "Don't baby me!" You yell as Zayn gets to his feet, holding out his hands for you. "(Y/N), you don't remember?" He asks you amused as if he already knew you'd forget whatever the hell he's talking to you about. "No I don't remember whatever the shit you're talking about," you say pissed. Zayn laughs. He actually LAUGHS and grabs your hands. "Baby, we made a bet. I promised you that I'd prank you so bad that you'd come back begging. Remember? It's payback for the hair dye you stuck in my shampoo a couple months ago. I swore I'd get you and boy did I get you!" He bursts out laughing as you stare at him with your mouth wide open. "I hate you," you say. You remember that conversation but never thought he'd actually go through with it. "I can't believe you actually did this! On the week before our anniversary!" You yell at him, frustrated with the tears streaking down your cheeks. You hate how you cry when your mad.
Zayn smiles at you, wiping away the tears. "(Y/N), baby, you should know by now that I always keep my promises," Zayn says, moving ever so closer to you. He wraps his arms around your waist and you let him kiss you lightly. "Speaking of promises there's a couple more I have to keep," he whispers against your lips before stepping away from you. Your heart drops as he gets to his knee. "Zayn," you choke out. Your hand covers your mouth as you refuse to start sobbing. This can't be happening. "I promised your dad I'd get his permission before this, and I did. In return he wanted to watch, I promised he can," Zayn says and looks behind you. You spin, gasping as your eyes take in both you and Zayn's parents. "Also, I promised that I'd keep you for myself for as long as I can," Zayn continues and you turn back to him. You look down at the boy you love so much. "Zayn," you whisper again, the tears unable to be tamed by now.
"And now I want to make new promises. I want to promise you that I will always love you. I promise that you will always come first. I promise to make you feel beautiful and loved every day," Zayn speaks slowly, his eyes staring directly into yours. The urge to hug him, pull him into you is just too overwhelming, but you hold yourself back. "I promise to love the way you yell at me even if you're wrong. I promise to not hate the way you borrow my combs and leave them in random places. I promise to accept your family for all the weird quirks they have," Zayn chuckles and I can't help but laugh as he salutes my dad. "But most of all, I promise to always be faithful to you and to be yours forever. As long as you'll have me." Your heart freezes. This is it. "(Y/N), will you marry me?" He asks, his love so laid out it hurts to look at him. He pulls out a small box and opens it, revealing a beautiful diamond ring. You don't stop the tears and you don't trust your voice. You just nod your head, mumbling yes repeatedly, hoping at least one of them is English. Zayn stands up and takes your hand, sliding the ring onto your finger. There's applause from behind you but you block it out, throwing yourself against Zayn and cupping his face, kissing him passionately. The silence for a week is worth this. "I love you," you say. "I love you too, future Mrs. Malik," he mumbles and you giggle. You can get used to that name. <3
