Headcannons/One Shots/Imagines

Zayn Malik: For Katie

I sighed as people tried to push past me to get into the plane. I was exhausted from traveling in the minuscule seats of economy class and after the 8 hour delay my flight had had I was going to murder the next prissy flight attendant that told me to, “have a nice flight”.  I was flying from India back to the US and for some unfathomable reason the airline made me stop in Dubai, Texas and Chicago before I could get back home to Michigan. I was in Dubai right now, headed to Texas. Guess how long that flight is? 17 freaking hours. I mean, you’ve got to be kidding me. But thankfully my amazing parents upgraded this flight (the longest stretch) to first class.

I was pushed and prodded but I finally made it to my seat. I shoved my backpack in the overhead compartment and slumped down into my seat, sighing. Oh, how I love first class. Part of me never wanted to leave this spot. Never go back to college. Never go back to Michigan. Just stay in this chair and have people give me food. I closed my eyes and leaned my head back, a smile spreading across my face, I sighed again I didn’t open my eyes again until the sound of shuffling feat had stopped. A slightly less prissy flight attendant offered me water and I gladly accepted. I looked around and noticed I was sitting in the middle row with an empty seat on either side of me.

“Excuse me, sorry.” A British accent said as he and another guy took the seats on my left and right. I looked up to see Zayn Malik and Niall Horan from One Direction. Wait, what?

“Hi, I’m Zayn.” Said the guy on my right, holding out his hand.

“Like, Zayn Malik?” I asked staring at him.

He laughed, “Yeah.”

I shook his hand, “Nice to meet you, I’m Katie.” My voice was oddly very steady and natural.

“Hello! I’m Niall!” Said a voice on my left.

“Hey!” I smiled. Oh. My. God.

We didn’t talk again until after the plane had taken off and the people had done the safety thingy.

“So where are you headed?” Zayn asked me. I’m going to die.  What if I say something stupid? What if I do something stupid? Okay, whatever, just go with it.

“Hopefully, I’ll get to Michigan someday but there’s no guarantee.” I replied, sighing. I seem to be doing that a lot lately.

“What do you mean ‘hopefully’?” He seemed really confused.

“You haven’t heard?” I asked and he just shook his head. “Almost every flight out of Texas has been canceled due to the weather.”

“Shi- I mean…shikes. Shikes.” Zayn tried to correct himself.

“Yeah Zayn, shikes.” I laughed and he grinned sheepishly, shrugging his shoulders.

We talked for a while, every so often Niall would add to the conversation but it was mostly just the two of us.

“You know,” I mused, “We’ve been talking for a while but I don’t really know anything about you.”

He thought this over for a bit, “Okay, I’ll answer any five questions so that you can get to know me better.”

I sat back and thought over my questions, trying to pick good ones. I tried to come up with a question he had never been asked before, but it was nearly impossible. All the boys in One Direction had probably been asked every question imaginable. As I was thinking, Niall and Zayn started talking.

“What’s she doing?” Niall asked, looking at me.

“Trying to come up with a question to ask me.” Zayn replied.