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Zayn Imagine ❤️

"Jamie are you in here?" The strong Bradford accent blared through the empty locker room. "Zayn what the hell you can't be in here, it's a girls locker room get out!" I see him turn the corner into the same area of lockers I'm at. My knees almost give in when I see his gym shorts are pulled down and hanging loosely on his hips, exposing his v-lines because he is shirtless. Fuck I'm staring. "Like what you see babe" he says with a smirk and goes to grab you but you swat his hand away. "Aw Jamie am I making you uncomfortable?" You groan out loud and roll your eyes, "Zayn come on let me change I'm all sweaty."
He slowly walks closer to you and clicks his tongue, "what's stopping you, I know I'm not." You go to hit him but he grabs your hand and gives you this angered yet mysterious glare. He leans in and kisses you and pulls you closer, you grin into the kiss and run your hands up his back to his hair. He grips your thighs and you jump into his body and wrap your legs around his hips, he than smashes you into the lockers in the heat of the make-out session. It's amazing the way your bodies mesh into one another, well it was amazing until you hear "Hey Jenkins you done in here?" Shit. You both pull apart quickly and you holler back "almost coach just taking home some stuff for the weekend, I'll turn off the lights when I leave!" You hear an okay hollered back and you glare at Zayn as you quickly shove your gear into your nap sack and leave with him following behind you. Right when you get out of the building Zayn slaps your butt and gives you a wink while running off in the direction of Liam's house

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