The Little Black Book of Imagines

Zayn Malik Imagine 22

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I step out of the side door into a side alley. The music from the small building becoming muted as the door slams shut, locking me out. I pull a cigarette from my pack and stick it between my pink fluorescent lips. The club allows smoking on the inside but there's nothing like releasing the thick smoke and then inhaling clean fresh air.

I take my last match from between my breast and light my cigarette. I inhale deeply and release a cloud of nicotine into the air.

The creek of the door and the sudden rush of the volume if the music causes me to turn my head into that direction. A tall thin man steps through and he smiles at me.

"Mind if I join you?" I gesture to the open alley as if to say 'public property, I don't give a shit'. He reaches into the back pocket of his black jeans and pulls out a pack of smokes placing one between his lips. He pats his back pocket for his lighter and swears under his breath.

"You have a light?" he asks me. He takes the cigarette from between his lips by pinching it between his finger.

"Mm..." is all I can say mid-puff. I go to stand in front of him gesturing for him to place the end of his cigarette to mine so we can light it. He does it and he's exhaling his own cloud of smoke in seconds.

"Thanks." He smiles down at me. I keep standing close to him because he's warm.

"No problem." I tell him taking my last puff and tossing it to the side.

"I'm Zayn, by the way."

"Sam."

"Is that short for something?"

"No."

"Want to dance?" He askes me through squint eyes and a mouth full of smoke.

"Yeah." I shrug. "Okay." He throws his cigarette and grabs my hand. A random dance isn't something I'm new too and who knows where this could go.

Besides he's hot. He has two an earring in each ear, small silver hoops that dangle when he turns his head. He's in black skinny jeans, brown leather boots, A black leather jacket and a black t-shirt with some kind of writing on it. We go inside through the front the bouncer recognizing him. We head straight for the dance floor him pulling me in front of him and grabbing my hips.

They automatically move to the beat of the music and it's easy to follow his hands on my waist.

"Are you ready to leave?" He asks into my ear. Our bodies still moving to the music, I nod.

"Come on. I have a car." He grabs my hand again and leads me out of the club.

The cool air wraps around my body and I pull down my royal blue dress. I carefully follow him down the cobblestone street to a sleek black car. A luxury model of its brand. He opens the door for me and I slide in, pulling my heels off.

"My place?" He cranks the car while looking at me.

"Sure."

"We'll need to make a stop."

"That's fine." I take the three pins out of my hair releasing it from it's hold. Tumbles of curls fall around my face. I run my hands through it trying to relax my scalp.

He pulls into a small twenty-four hour market.

"Do you need anything?" he asks me with one hand on the door.

"I'll come in?"

I grab a bottle of Smirnoff Ice and he gets condoms.

"Lighter." We say in unison and then laugh.