One Direction Dirty Imagines

The Break up- ZAYN MALIK

(Y/N)’s P.O.V

It’s been two month’s since I’ve seen Zayn. It’s been two months since he’s decided it’s better we break up. It’s been two months since we’ve spoken. It’s been two months since I’ve actually felt alive. I wake up every morning thinking about him. About the way he’d wake me up, he’d rub my back and kiss my neck until I woke up smiling and laughing. That was the way my day would always start. Now I wake up and I don’t even feel like myself. I wake up and half of me is missing, the half that Zayn walked away with. I go to bed alone because since Zayn’s left no one’s is worthy of the place he held, he was my rock and he has moved on. But he’s not the only one to blame. We’ve argued quite a lot. We’ve yelled and threw things, well I’ve yelled and threw things. Because Zayn was so relaxed and calm that I’d never know what he was feeling. He was so stoic, I immediately accused him of cheating when he never reacted to things. I guess the third time was the last time of accusing him because he left…

The Break Up

"Zayn, can you just act like you care for one minute. One minute of your fucking time is all I’m asking for." He’s been playing that damn video game all day. I want to talk and he’s ignoring me for that game. I walk over to the television and plug the game system out.

"(Y/N), are you fucking serious? Why would you do that?" Zayn asked angrily.

"I was talking to you, couldn’t you have listened then? Why was it a big deal for you to just listen? Can you act like you care. I’ve had a bad day, I just want to talk but you wanted to play that damn game all day long." I’m fuming now, he’s turning red, his nose is flaring and he’s running his hands through his hair. He physically calms down. I hate how he can finally show some emotion and go right back to being stoic Zayn.

"Well, honestly I didn’t feel like talking because somehow we always seem to argue. Everything becomes an argument and that’s tiring." He says in the most mellow tone ever. That’s true, I get tired of arguing, but that’s the only way I know how he feels. It makes me feel insecure, having to guess his emotions make me insecure.

"Zayn, I understand that but I just want to talk, I just want to know how your day went, even though you’ve been in front of the tele all morning I want you to tell me about it. I just want to talk." Tears are forming in my eyes and I wipe them away quickly and wait for Zayn to speak.

"Well, my day was great. I played the Xbox 360 all damn day long like you said. Would you like to know more?" He was being sarcastic and I hate that, he knows how it affects me.

"Fuck you, if you don’t want to be with me just leave, I know you’ve been unfaithful Zayn, it’s fine just leave me and be with her, I hope she doesn’t have feelings and doesn’t want to talk like I do.” The tears are falling, I’m on my knees crying and Zayn starts screaming. This is where the true feelings come out.

"(Y/N), CAN YOU JUST CUT THE SHIT AND STOP! I’M NOT CHEATING ON YOU. IF YOU DON’T TRUST ME THEN YOU SHOULDN’T BE WITH ME. YOU WANT ME TO LEAVE SO BADLY THEN I’LL GO, I’M LEAVING OKAY? YOU CAUSED IT, I’M DONE. I LOVE YOU BUT I’M DONE. THIS IS OBVIOUSLY WHAT YOU WANTED. TO PUSH ME AWAY? WELL YOU FINALLY DID IT. I LOVE YOU BUT I’M DONE WITH THIS (Y/N)! Zayn yells and the sobs become louder. I don’t want to turn this into a break up, I just want to talk. Now he’s leaving, he’s packing a bag. He’s getting ready to go. His eyes are red and puffy from crying. I want to stop him from leaving but I know that will just make him angrier. Maybe this is what we needed, because we haven’t been agreeing lately. A little break would help. But I realized it wasn’t a "little break" when Zayn didn’t call for 2 weeks. I knew it was over. He’s left before and came back two days later ready to have make up sex and make me breakfast but this was official, we were done. I cried, every night since he’s left I’ve cried. I continue to cry. dealing with him leaving and school is hard. If I could only take back the accusations and the anger we would still be together. For now I’ll just wear his t-shirts, inhale his scent and pray he comes back.

Zayn’s P.O.V

These girls, these girls are nothing like (Y/N). They may have the same hair, and skin, and style but they’re nothing like her. Their lips don’t curve up when they smile like hers do. Their eyes don’t shine like hers do. They don’t smell like she does, and they don’t sex like she does. They’re just not her. None of these girls can ever be her. And it took me two months, 4 dates and 6 one-night stands to realize that she’s the only girl I’ll ever needed. No matter how much we argue, I’m never getting over her and I need her back. Lately I’ve been drinking, I can’t get her off my mind. I wonder if she’s moved on and has a new boyfriend, she was never the type to wait for someone. I love her, but she was just being needy. I fell in love with her because she was independent. Not that she stopped being independent but she started becoming really insecure and cautious instead of her outgoing self. She started gauging the things she did and she became more attached. But I realize that was her way of showing her love for me. That was her way of showing me she cared, and I was a fool to push her away only because I didn’t understand her love. And now I do, I understand it, and I miss it. I want her back. I’m gonna call today. Maybe not call but show up and apologize. Maybe she’ll take me back, maybe she won’t hate me as much as I hate me.

(Y/N)’s P.O.V

The semester is finally done. But I don’t have finals to worry about anymore. The only thing I can worry about now is if Zayn will ever come back to me. I’m seeing these stories. He’s been staying with Niall. He’s caught leaving Niall’s apartment drunk with his arms wrapped around random girls’ waists. This is a wake up call. I’ve been staring at these pictures since a week after the break up. He doesn’t love me, he never did. I watch his interviews. He doesn’t mention me, and he leaves every time the interviewers ask about me. I should have known he didn’t care. I should’ve known from the start that my accusations were true. I’m done thinking about it, I’m just done. I love him but he’s never loved me and I’m fine with that. I’m staring at pictures of him and I on vacation, at dinners, and at football (soccer) games. I’m pulled out of these nostalgic thoughts when I hear the bell ring. I check the security cameras and there he is. His leather jacket, perfectly styled hair, and a cigarette wedged between his perfect lips. It takes me minutes to go down the stair case and I’m still debating wether to open the door or not. When I open it, he has a smile plastered on his face. I smack him, hard. The smile is gone and he looks as if he’s going to cry. I wait for him to speak, but he doesn’t. Tears are rolling down both our cheeks and I try my hardest not to jump into his arms.

"Zayn, you left me, you left me and moved on, and you show up here out of the blue and you have that ridiculous smile on your face. How can you smile, after all the pain you put me through, seeing pictures of you leaving Niall’s place with multiple girls. Having Niall call me because you went back to his place drunk, crying, screaming my name. Not only once but three times. You broke my heart and you show up smiling. Please tell me Zayn, how can you smile? I’ve waited 2 months for you and you show up smiling? How can you be so evil?” I ask with hot tears streaming down my face, blurring my vision.

"I-I-I-I wanted to see you, I missed your face and I needed to see you, after not seeing you for so long, I couldn’t help but smile." He’s crying, fresh tears rolling down his cheeks every minute. He’s whispering and stuttering and it pains me to see him like this. I take in his image and he looks more messed up than I thought, he looks like a mess and I feel like I’m staring into a glass mirror. I invite him and he immediately hugs me, he wraps his arms around my waist, puts his head in the crook of my neck and lightly sobs, I can’t help but break down too. It feels like hours before we let go of each other.

"I’m sorry (Y/N), you were the best I could ever have and I was stupid to think I could live without you. I’m sorry for what I’ve done. I’m an idiot. You deserve better. I didn’t even call, I was terrified you’d already found someone else. Please forgive me, it’s okay if you want me to leave you alone after this justplease forgive me and know that I love you, and never stopped loving you.” A fresh wave of tears are washing over me and I’m exhausted from crying. “I waited for you Zayn.” I say over and over and over again. He wipes my eyes and pulls me into the kitchen.

"No, don’t cry anymore baby, I’m sorry. I’m here now, I was stupid but I’m here now." He whispers while handing me a glass of water. I’m furious, I’m mad that he had the audacity to come back, but I love him and I need him and I’m happy he’s back. I’m so confused…

Zayn’s P.O.V

"Zayn, I need you, don’t leave again. I’ll forget about the other girls, about the drinking if you just come back to me, I need you." She says after gulping down the water. She looks tired and I just want to run her a bath and put her to bed.

"(Y/N), believe me, I’ve never cheated on you. Since we broke up I have been with a number of women but believe me I’ve never cheated. If never crossed my mind. And none of those girls were like you. No matter how hard I tried to find someone like you, she just wasn’t you." She’s about to speak but I kiss her. I kiss her, hard. I wrap my fingers in her thick hair, I pull her closer and I kiss her like I’ve never kissed anyone before. When I pull away we’re both breathless and panting. I want her, I need her but I know she’ll make me wait. I’ll have to earn her like I had to when we first started dating.

(Y/N)’s P.O.V

We’re talking. He’s asked if he could move back in but I said no. I’m not ready for that yet. I’m still hurting, and questioning myself. I want to be with him, but I need a little more time to get myself together.

A week later

Zayn’s P.O.V

I’m back! We’re living together again. I didn’t expect for her to forgive me so soon but she did. She said she officially forgives me and she’s ready to move back in. I brought all of my stuff back from Niall’s place and I’m unpacking my belongings in the bathroom right now. When I open the cabinet I see a few bottles of pills. I wait for (Y/N) to come home to ask her about them. When I search up the name of the pills it said they were antidepressants, maybe I was the cause of this. Maybe these pills were my fault.

"(Y/N)" I yell to her as she enters the apartment. "Yeah Zayn? I’m in the kitchen unpacking groceries." She says and I walk downstairs to ask her about the pills. I don’t know how to approach it but I’ll just be blunt, bluntness works with her. "Umm, (Y/N) are you depressed? There were pills in the bathroom with your name on it. Is there something we need to talk about?" Her face is expressionless and she stops unpacking. "Umm, Yeah, I meant to tell you, I see a therapist now. I-I’ve been going ever since you left." Her voice hushes and I know she’s ashamed. "(Y/N), there’s nothing wrong with that, Okay? We can talk together. We can go to those sessions together until you get better." That’s why she hasn’t been around since I’m back, that’s why she’s never home. She’s at those sessions.

"Zayn, I’m sorry I never told you." I walk toward her and give a peck on the lips. I hold her face in my hands and examine it, she’s beautiful. I love her more than I love myself. I kiss her again, and again, and soon we’re making out on the couch and I’ve never wanted her so badly in all the years I knew her. My hands are no longer in her hair. They’re rubbing her over her jeans. "Ugh, Zayn, take my jeans off now, please.” She whispers to me and soon we’re upstairs on the bed taking each others clothes off. She’s fumbling with my belt and lets out a whimper. “Zayn, take this belt of pleaseeeeee” She’s begging and whining. “Haha, okay babe just wait.” I take the belt off and she’s pulling my boxers off. Soon I’m on top of her slowly easing inside of her.

(Y/N)’s P.O.V This is the first time I’m having sex in a long time and god did I miss this. “Zayn, god, that feel soooooooo good.” He’s got me moaning, I’m a mess underneath him and he just keeps thrusting harder and harder. He’s so deep I can’t help but scream because this feeling is somewhat foreign. “Baby you feel so good. (Y/N) you feel so gooood, I love you, I love you so much.” He’s going harder and harder and I start grinding into him. My lower back is folding, my heart rate increases, and my legs are shaking. I can’t breathe and I’m coming. It feels so good, I have to tell him. “Damn Zayn, don’t stop, I’m comingggg.” My voice is barely audible. “I love you baby, you’re so tight. The best.” He says in a strained tone. He’s gonna come, I know it. “Zayn, are you gonna come?” I’m still reeling and he’s gonna come soon. I can honestly say this is the best sex we’re had.

Zayn’s P.O.V

We’re in the tub, enjoying the bubble bathe and catching up. “I don’t think I need therapy anymore now that you’re back.” She says out of the blue. “You sure? You don’t have to rush you know.” I say. “Nah, all I need is you and you’re here so I’m happy now.” she says. “Okay, pinky promise we’ll never break up again.” She holds out her pinky and we both start laughing. I love that laugh, I love her too, I really do.

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