Being a waitress has its perks (A Zayn Malik Imagine)
"If I'm louder, will you see me, will you lay down, in my arms and rescue me" you whisper to yourself as your cleaning tables. You fix your headphones and grab the dirty dishes; you continue walking towards the kitchen. You start thinking about summer and what your summer cutie will look, when you smash head first into a customer landing on the floor in a pile of dirty dishes. "Oh my god I'm so sorry I'm such an idiot!" you shout. “No it's totally my fault" says the guy. You look up and see the hottest guy you have ever seen looking down on you. "I'm really clumsy I gotta go" you say grabbing the plates and hiding behind your hair. "Wait I didn't catch your name, what was it?" he asks. "You didn't catch it because I didn't say it" you say with a smirk. Your attitude totally changing. “And it's (Y/N) but my friends call me (Y/N/N)” you state and walk away. You reach the kitchen and go to grab the broom and dustpan when you feel a hand grasp you shoulder. You jump and spin around to take on your attacker. "Sorry love it's just me" says the guy from before. “Who’s me?" you ask. "Well me is Zayn Malik" he grabs your hand”. “I really like you (Y/N)" he says. “Call me (Y/N/N)” you say in a flirty tone.
"Well (Y/N/N), I really like you and I would really like to get to know you so would it be ok if I took you out for a date some time?" he asked, that sexy smirk never leaving. "Well Zayn I think something can be arranged" you say giving him your number. "I like you attitude" he says still smirking, "this might tone it down a bit". He wraps his hands around your waist and brushes his lips against yours slipping a piece of paper into your back pocket. You pull away a look of shock on your face. “Hey I just met you and this is crazy, but here’s my number so call me maybe?" he sings. His voice makes you heart melt. You nod your head, he laughs kisses your cheek and walks away. You touch your cheek, thinking to yourself this could be a great summer.
