Magcon/Youtuber/Viner/Band Imagine

Zayn Malik 03

A/N wanna start this off by saying ZERRIE5EVER NO HATE ON PERRIE SHES BEAUTIFUL AND AMAZING!!

How you meet!(Zayn)

One of the MANY things you don't understand is why girls in today's society LOVE cookie cutter pop boy bands. Yes they might have good music and maybe they have good looks but honestly it's a waste if they can't play an instrument. One Direction is in town and today at work all you've heard is the infatuated teenage girls walking in and out of the Starbucks you work at talking about how much they love Niall or love Harry or love Liam or love Louis or love Zayn. It's ridiculous to you and pointless to spend so much time on some people who can't play an instrument. "Umm miss could I get some help?" a mans voice interrupts your thoughts. "Oh right sorry what can I get you?" you ask politely. "Wow you aren't freaking out" he mutters under his breath. "Sorry I don't understand why exac- oh right your that guy from One Direction. Sorry I don't follow cookie cutter boy bands or boy bands in general" you shrug. At first he looks shocked by your words but he quickly composed himself and says "so it wouldn't make you go scream and tweet or post on your little blog if I did this?" he asks placing a kiss on your cheek. At first you're shocked and your face probably mirrors his from only a moment ago, but just as quickly you compose yourself. "Nope sorry I am not infatuated with silly little boy bands" you say clicking your tongue. "I am not in a silly boy band I'm in a cool boy band" he clarifies. "Right..." you trail off "anyways what is it I can get you?" you ask finally starting to do your job. "Could I get your number?" he asks casually. You break out into laughter thinking that he's joking but once you notice his serious expression you stop "you were serious?" you ask. "100% serious" he confirms. "Sorry but no" you say firmly. "Oh alright" he shrugs "could I get a grande caramel frap?" "Sure thing" you say getting to work. You quickly scribble his name on the side of the cup along with your number. It's cliche af but oh well. He leaves the shop saying a quick goodbye and he walks away forever. He's probably never gonna call you either. A few hours later you're sitting at home in your quaint little apartment when your phone rings 'unknown number' is written as the caller ID. You love having conversations with telemarketers so you pick up saying 'hello' in a sobbing voice. "Starbucks girl?" a concerned voice comes through the phone "are you alright? What's wrong? Where do you live I'll come there hang on." "Zayn nothing's wrong I thought you were a stupid telemarketer so I was going to play a little game with them it's just something I do to pass the time" you quickly rush your words out. "Oh right well I still wanna come over where do you live?" he asks again. "Let's start off with my name?" you ask him. "Right what's your name?" he asks. "(Y/n)" you tell him confidently. You and Zayn talk on the phone for a while until one of his band mates yells at him and he has to go. He promises to call you back later and he hangs up. Today was a good day you think to yourself.

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A/N

4/5 ahhhhhhhhhh super cool!!! I'm back from vacation yayyyy! Ok school starts in like 12 days and I'm going to a new school and I'm freaked out. I do know a few people there but not many and there's like a 0% chance I'm gonna be in a class with any of them. I'm going to write up a pile of imagines so I'll try and update on a schedual but I make no promises.