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Zayn imagine for Ashlee Part 1 (sorry its suuuper late)

“You know you want me, you know you care!” i shouted at the top of my lungs. I was sitting next to Zayn in the limo and Beiber was blasting on the radio. He laughed at my horrid fake singing.

“Cause you’re my stalker, stalker, stalker oh!”

He laughed again.

“I am not a stalker,” Zayn whined.

“yes but beiber is. He stalks me all the time!”

“Baby, no one would stalk you. They wouldn’t dare cause they know your mine,” Zayn said burying his face in my neck.

I giggled and he looked up surprised.

“We should do it,” I said plainly.

Zayn looked at me in surprise.

“But I thought you were saving yourself…”

“Marriage is a long way away…”

“Ashlee”

He started playing with a strand of my dirty blonde hair and I pushed him away, glaring playfully.

“please,” I whimpered making a puppy dog face. He grinned.

“How about we work up to it, eh?”

I smiled crawling onto his lap. Truthfully, I was scared. After being with Zayn for two years, he had only pressured me for sex once. So I think he deserves something….

My smile faded and his did as well.

“Is something wrong?”

I bit my lip afraid to tell him now that he was turned on. The large bulge in his pants was pressing into my thigh and how would I tell him now?

“Were waiting,” he said with finality before I could say anything. Without a word, I placed myself back onto the limo seat.

He put his face in his hands and groaned.

“Ashlee, if you’re going to keep telling me you’re ready, please make sure you are. I think my balls are going to be permanently blue if you keep changing your mind,” he groaned.

I laughed and rubbed his back soothingly.

“We’re here.”

The limo had stopped and we climbed out going inside his, I mean our, flat. Once we got inside, I ran for the kitchen for food and he ran to the shower. As I sat eating a banana, the shower steam poured into the kitchen making my skin a bit slippery. I sighed and hung my head. Really?

It was crazy. Zayn always had to have the shower on hot and he would leave the bathroom door open.

To get my head out of “SluttyThoughtsVille”, I decided to text my friend Harry. He was a bit of a ladies man and a perverted SOB so that would cure… wait. Not the right person to text. SO… Liam? He would have to do.

I grabbed my phone.

To LiamIsASexyTeddyBearFromToyStory: Hey LiLi. :)

From LiamIsASexyTeddyBearFromToyStory: Hey Ashleeeee :) Whats up?

“Zayn is making me horny” I thought.

To LiamIsASexyTeddyBearFromToyStory: Nothing Much, Zayn is showering and…

From LiamIsASexyTeddyBearFromToyStory: Yor thinking about him naked aren’t you?

I could just hear him sighing in disapproval.

To LiamIsASexyTeddyBearFromToyStory: NO! Mayb. :∫ but I cant help it!

From LiamIsASexyTeddyBearFromToyStory: I know that u cant help that. We’re hormonal teens. Its kinda our job to…

I never got to read the end of the text because Zayn came in and grumpily sat down in front of me.

“Who are you texting?” he asked furrowing his eyebrows.

“Liam.”

“Oh”

He looked disappointed.

“What’s wrong?” I asked smiling at him.

“You seem to like the boys better than me.”

I giggled. “You know that’s not true.”

He looked at me, angry.

“It is true ok! You text to them more, they make you laugh more! Its pissing me off!” he growled and yelled.

I stopped smiling and whimpered. He was never like this…

“Stop fucking crying!” he yelled throwing his face in his hands.

“I’m not gonna stop crying! Not until you get your shit together, cause if you’re gonna act like this, I’m leaving!” I yelled back grabbing my purse and phone, heading for the door.

“Wait! Im sorry okay! I didn’t mean it!”

I had to go for a walk. I heard him call after me again, but I didn’t care at the moment. I was hurt and confused. I walked outside and made my way down the streets.