Zayn Malik Imagines

Zayn Writes You a Song for Your Birthday

Your eyes flutter open, reveiling the familiar room of Zayn's living area as the early morning sunlight streams through a few windows and you hear the chittering of birds right outside. 

Yawning, you stretch your body from its previous curled position and sigh in content as you lower yourself back down onto the soft pillow, which was full of Zayn's scent, and plush couch.

His cologne and a spearmint smell fill your nostrils as you breathe in, closing your eyes at the thought of Zayn.

That's when you realize you're at his flat.

Popping open your eyes again, you sit up, and slowly the events of last night came back to you. 

Zayn had invited you over for dinner, followed by some deep conversations about your relationship and other things, movies, and some random, histerical arguments that lasted way past midnight. 

You laugh to yourself when you remember the weird stuff you said to each other. 

Suddenly, you hear a faint strumming coming from another room, and a familiar soft voice singing a tune. 

Curius, you stand up off the couch, and walk down the hallway to where Zayn's bedroom is, and cautiously open the door when you reach it. 

A smile pricks the corners of your mouth when the sight before you meets your eyes. 

Zayn was sitting on the edge of his bed in black shorts that fell at his knees and a grey t shirt, showing off the outline of his muscles. He continues plucking away at his guitar, with his brow furrowed together as he tests out different notes for the song he is singing. His hair was actually not quiffed up, but fell gently around his head in a ruffled fashion, making you want to wipe the spare strands of hair away from his eyes that rested gently on his forehead.  

"What are you doing?" you ask him with a grin, opening the doorway a little bit more. 

His eyes flash up to yours, and Zayn's face immediately turns a little pink as he returns a sheepish grin. 

"I didn't expect you to be up this early," he quickly rushes, standing up after hurriedly placing the guitar down on the bed behind him, as if to hide it. 

You smile and walk into his room a little further, his scent hitting you in a soft wave as you near his figure.  

"You didn't answer my question," you tease, wrapping your arms around his waist as he wraps his around your shoulders in a protective fashion. 

"I... I was, um," he stutters, and you chuckle at how cute his voice sounds when he tries to find his words. 

You pull away, and watch him bite his lip in embarrasment, scratching the back of his neck while he avoids your eye contact. 

"Come on, Zayn," you laugh, and Zayn chuckles with you.

"Well," he stretches the word, "this was going to be a surprise for your birthday today." 

You are completely surprised that Zayn thought of something to give to you for your birthday, and your eyes light up. 

"You're writing a song for me?" 

"Would you like to hear it, love?" Zayn grins at your surprise. 

Nodding, you reply, "Zayn, this is so sweet. Of course, I would love to." 

Hello all my wonderful readers!  :) 

I want to ask you if you would like me to continue on with these? 

I know people are reading my work, which makes me really happy, but I am not sure exactly how many of you would really like to see some more. 

Also, if you have any suggestions or requests of an Imagine, I'll write you one and dedicate it to you! 

Please let me know, haha. 

Thanks xx <3