Short Stories for the Fangirl Feels

Choose (Part 1)

A Zayn Imagine... I wrote it awhile back but here it is. This is an imagine in which zayn is dating two girls and can't choose who he likes better.

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It was a conversation that you guys had often. It usually started off with your calm- yet exasperated- words, that made him want to hide his face in shame for what he was doing to you; the both of you. That was followed by him responding that this wasn't easy for him either. It was the same words all the time: he's sorry, he cares for you, but he likes her too. He doesn't want to lose what he has with either of you, and last but not least, the phrase that you hated you the most:

"You knew what you were getting yourself into".

You hated them the most because it was true. You knew, from the very beginning who you were dealing with: a very handsome man, with the most irresistible brown eyes, a voice that could- and has many times- charm the panties off any woman, and a laugh that was god sent. But despite all this, Zayn Malik was a very indecisive man. Whether it was choosing between the colour dress shirt he should wear, what he wanted to eat, or- in this case particularly- women, he could never seem to pick just one.

But you knew that from the day you met him.

Regardless of this, you just couldn't seem to stay away from him. Maybe it was the way he looked in his suits. Pants pressed neatly, jacket sitting beautifully on his broad shoulders, and tie done up to perfection. Or perhaps it was the way he carried himself around the office: confident, invincible, as if he had a purpose being there and he knew it. Or could it be the way he looked at you?

Like he wanted you.

And he had for a long time.

You didn't know what it was about him that was so irresistible. All you knew was that, no matter how hard you tried you could not leave Zayn. You didn't just wake up one day and decide you wanted him. No, it took two weeks of his constant charming comments and lustful looks to rope you into his hold.

You weren't sure how it happened exactly. It was as if one minute you were simply rolling your eyes and giggling at his comments, before blushing and teasing him about getting back to work, and then the next you were in his large office, the door locked shut as you sat on his desk, legs wrapped around his torso as his hands and lips explored your body. You avoided him after that because you weren't sure if that meant anything to him like it did to you. But when he cornered you one day when you were staying late at the office, before proceeding to drag you and throw you in the back of his limo with him and snapped at you for ignoring him that you were sure he felt the same way.

That was the start of your relationship.

And it was a wonderful one; fancy restaurants, shopping sprees, the times he would invite you to his place and cook for you, the countless anonymous flowers and chocolates he would leave at your desk with either a very beautiful or erotic note attached to them. It depended on the mood he was in.

But that was before you found out about her.

At least he had the decency to tell you, and not let you find out by her popping by the office like she did more than you liked. But, nonetheless, it still hurt and you weren't any less furious. You were almost certain that you were done with him after that. But how could you? You guys worked at the same office and despite his indecisive behavior, Zayn was also very persuasive. It only took a week before you were back in his tight hold. And after he made love to you for the first time you knew you could never let him go. You were in too deep.