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Zayn Malik Imagine For Laurenruby1D!

Zayn Malik Imagine For Lauren: Jealousy. (Laurenruby1D)

(YOUR POV)

I sit and watch Niall strum away on his guitar, unaware that some of us are watching him play. It fascinates me completely, I could sit and watch someone play the guitar all day and I wouldn't get bored. As Niall comes to the end of his song he looks up and we all give him a warm smile, he just flushes. I ask Niall, out of curiosity, "How long did it take you to learn the guitar?" I've always wanted to learn the guitar, since I have quite a bit of spare time I want to do something worthwhile. "Umm." He starts, pondering for a little while, whilst Niall's thinking I feel the couch get heavier, I turn to the side and see Zayn next to me, smiling. "It took about a month I guess. Once you get the basics of it it's easy to pick up." I nod my head, thinking whether I should ask the question or not, it's as if Niall reads my mind because he says, "you want me to teach you?" just as I'm about to answer Zayn jumps in.

"no, that's okay Niall." Zayn rushes out. I stare down at the neatly placed pillows beneath my foot, a small frown appearing on my face. "What?" I ask him, he just scowls at me. He doesn't bother giving me an answer; he just grabs my hand and takes me into the kitchen. "What the hell was that about?" I whisper at him, not wanting to make a scene. "I don't want you learning from Niall." He just crosses his arms and doesn't break eye contact with me; it kind of makes me uncomfortable. "Why's that?" I quickly shoot back; I wasn't going to let him leave without him giving me an answer. "Well.. It's Niall, c'mon." He slowly unfolds his arms and lets them hang by his side like rag dolls. After a few seconds folding them again but behind his back. I start wandering on a train of thought, "wait," I smirk, knowing exactly why he doesn't want me to get lessons from Niall. "you're just jealous." I laugh at the thought of Zayn thinking something like that, it was so ridiculous yet quite cute at the same time. The answer is quite clear when Zayn looks down at his shoes, kicking softly at the tiled floor. "Sorry." He says to me after a few minutes of silence. "That's okay, just don't be like that. It's guitar lessons!" I smile at him, wanting him to know that I'm not mad, I was just confused. He finally looks up from his shoes and walks over to me, wrapping me up in a hug and kissing the top of my head.

**Hope you enjoyed this! Sorry if the ending is a little rubbish, couldn't think how to round this one off!**