z.b (imagines) [💭]

train

     You've never rode a train before, and you admitted to Zak that you were nervous. "There's nothing to be nervous about." He looked down at you, noticing you were still nervous.
Once on the train, you and Zak look for seats. Zak finds a booth in the corner of the train, leading you towards it. Zak sits in front of you, his back facing the front of the train and yours towards the back.

     You tap on the table nervously, Zak reaching over and grabbing your hands so you can stop. "You don't need to be nervous it's just a train.." You nearly start to hyperventilate. "But what if-" Zak starts to get angry. "Y/n! There's no reason for you to be nervous. Nothing is going to happen. The only reason something would go wrong is if there's some stupid miscommunication or something. Stop worrying."

     You sink down in your seat, ashamed that you've upset Zak on his day off. "I'm sorry.." You stare out the window, avoiding Zak's caring glare. He sighs and gets up, sitting next to you before the train starts to move. "No, I'm sorry. I lost my patience and I shouldn't have, you're just scared and that's okay." He drapes his arm around your shoulders, your head falling onto his shoulder. He kisses your head lightly, watching the trees roll pass through the window.

this is kinda lame fuc k