One Direction Dirty Imagines

Distance- ZAYN MALIK

Too long.

That’s what it had been.

Too long.

Zany had been acting very distant lately, lost in his own little world. At first, I thought it was just him being tired when he returned from tour. But it had now been two solid months and we were yet to have a proper conversation. Otherwise it had just been a ‘Hi’ or a ‘Hello’.

He still kissed me everyday when he saw me, every chance he got. Before sleeping, after waking up, after returning from the studio; every time. We had even made out for several hours, but nothing else.

Usually he would be all jittery after coming back, excited to tell me all those funny tales of his tour. But this time, he was so quiet. We had been together for three years, and we had been through the worst of the things like rumours and the hate, but this never ceased to end.

Two months really is a long time.

I stood in the kitchen one day, thinking deeply about zayns changed behaviour. While stirring the pasta around, a very eye watering thought came into my mind. What if he doesn’t want to be with me anymore? What if he doesn’t love me anymore? What if those kisses, those make out session, and those late night I love you’s have been a lie for the past two months?

And the most horrifying?

What if he met someone else, someone better than me?

I mean of course there were millions of girls prettier than me who would throw themselves at him every chance they got, and it wasn’t hard for a hormonal guy like him to fall for one of them. But he wouldn’t cheat on me right?

The shutting of a door and the dangling of keys interrupted me. Zayn was home from the studio. A bead of sweat ran down my forehead as I waited for him to give me a kiss which could possibly be fake.

“Hey baby,” he softly greeted, sneaking a small peck from my lips. It hardly lasted a second, but none of it felt fake.

“Hey,” I nervously shifted.

“How was the day?,” I asked in hopes of him engaging in a proper conversation.

“Good. I’m going to take a shower,” he said, heading up the stairs quickly after changing the topic as usual. When I had made sure he was completely out of sight, I let a silent tear slide down my cheek. It felt like I was the only person keeping this relationship together, and I was tired.

The house was eerily silent, so I decided to control that sob from coming out of me and not disturb the silence.

I put the gas on the lowest mode and covered the pan to let the pasta cook for a few minutes. Zayn was still in the shower, so I slipped onto our shared bed, alone. That’s all I had been for these past two months, because even though he was there with me, kissing me, telling me he loves me, something was missing.

I hugged my knees to my chest and began to cry like crazy. Never had I felt the need to break down like this in our relationship in these three years. I least expected him to come here anytime soon, but of course I was wrong when I saw him standing on our door with a towel wrapped around his waist. Beads of water trickled down his lean torso, eyes gaping at me while they witnessed something they had only seen once before when my cat had died.

“Baby,” he walked over to me. “What’s wrong?” he asked me so softly, that his voice almost felt like silk falling from his mouth. He sat next to me and caressed the crease on my forehead, easing it out from the gentle touch of his fingers.

“Do you not love me anymore?” I blurted out in the midst of crying, my voice breaking at the end. The expression his face held consisted of pure shock and anxiety. He acted like I had asked for both of his kidneys.