Zayn Malik Imagines [COMPLETE]

Cousins. (Muslim Imagine)

(It's a Muslim imagine. And in our religion, we can get married to our cousins. Also, the story of this imagine is real.)

"So, Zayn and I-"

"Y/n, you do know that you talk about him everytime? Like everyday you just have to mention him atleast once or twice," your best friend cuts off your sentence as you look up to her body sprawled over your bed with your eyebrows knitting together.

"I mean he's my cousin, we're pretty close, I tell you about what crazy things him and I do.." you trail off, resting your back against your bed's head board.

"I understand that, but I'm your best friend and I know when your eyes sparkle and how excited you get telling about the things you love.  And your eyes sparkle in the same way and you get excited in the same when you talk about him," she says, sitting up now and facing you. You wave her off, laughing a bit. Zayn and you have been like siblings since the start. His sisters, him and you have spent your childhood together doing crazy things and making memories which you like sharing with your best friend. Although, sometimes you felt that whenever you saw him, you would get excited more than ever, you would talk about the special memories shared with him all the time, and sometimes you even liked being alone with him and talking about everything and nothing. Just the two of you sharing nonsense but still feeling happy in each other's company.

"I don't love him, you idiot," you laugh at her.

"You might not love him, but you surely feel something for him. It's so obvious like damn."

"Rubbish. We've been like siblings since the start," you again wave her off, picking up a novel from the bedside table as you try to avoid your best friend's gaze.

"But not anymore. The more you deny your feelings for someone, the more you fall for them,"

"No, he was like my brother," you say quickly.

"Keyword; was." She says, chuckling and you bite your lips, flipping through the pages of the novel in your hand. You're just randomly turning pages because your mind is only fixed on what your best friend just said.

"I mean, he is. He still is like a brother- or was or- I..I don't know," you stutter, covering your face with your book and groaning against it, hearing your best friend laugh, that's when the door of your room opens and closes, making you lift up your head to see him making his way towards you with a smile on his face.

He comes forward and hits you on your head, snatching the book from your hands and reading the title before keeping it on the sidetable as you notice his every action.

"Hey, Zayn," your best friend greets him and he waves at her with a smile before taking a seat next to you on the bed.

"Aunt told me to inform you guys that dinner is ready, come on," he says, looking over at you with his hazel eyes and you quietly stare at him. Like you're stuck or something, so he snaps you out of your zone and chuckles when you look at him in confusion.

"Uh, yeah..yeah dinner, right," you say, quickly getting up from the bed and rushing out of your room as quick as you can, leaving your best friend and Zayn wondering what happened to you.

And in that exact moment you had just realised how your heartbeat had fasten when he came inside your room and took a seat next to you. How your insides melted when he smiled at you. Maybe your best friend was right, you might not be in love with him, but you surely feel something for him.

-×-

"I'm screwed!" You exclaim on the call, talking to your best friend as you sit on your bed, going through the childhood pictures of you and Zayn.