Why Don't We imagines

Zach > 4

For a friend of mine.
       > The yellow thing in eggs>

      You danced around your kitchen as your mother chuckles at you. You were wearing a pale pink dress with matching flats and your hair was loosely curled. It was Thanksgiving and your boyfriend, Zach, was coming over to have dinner with your family. 

    The doorbell rings and you skip towards the door and open it excitedly.

     " Zach!" You say as you launch into his arms. His arms automatically wrap around you.

    " Hey, mammacita." He chuckles as he spins you around.

    He sets you down before placing a kiss on your lips. You smile into it and kiss him again; this time you deepen it. His hands lip a little lower and you giggle.

A throat clears and you two jump apart. Your dad is standing in the archway looking at you with one eyebrow raised.

" Hello, Mr. Y/L/N." Zach says. He holds his hand out for your father to shake. Your dad looks at his hand with an eyebrow raised.

   " Call me, John. You're virtually family." Your dad grumbles as he forces Zach into a hug. He pats Zach's bad harshly making the younger boy wheeze.

   " Daddy!" You squeal. 

    " It's okay, ba-Y/N."
Zach chuckles nervously. You knew he was going to call you babe, but you suspected the shark glare or dad sent his way stopped him.
" He's just being protective." Zach smiles at you.

   " See! This is why I like you Zachary. Come on, the game is on." Your dad consoles. He tugs Zach behind him to the living. Zach looks back at you with a hopeless look and you giggle.

   You walk to the kitchen to help your mother set out the little platters you guys made for the family to munch on while dinner was cooking. You often helped your mom in the kitchen.

    As you peeled the potatoes, your mind went to the day you met Zach. It had been February 28th of last year in Nashville Tennessee. You had gone t see him in concert with his band, and you had gotten there early so you could explore the city.

      You had been crossing the street and didn't see a bus that was barreling towards you and Zach had pulled you out of the way. Of course you freaked out, it was Zach Herron, the boy of your dreams.

     After he pulled you out of the way and you had a mini freak out because he was the one to save you, he had talked to your mother and taken you to eat something. You guys ended up spending three hours at the tiny café talking. He then invited you to watch the show backstage and come to sound check which you readily agreed to.

    After the concert, you guys had kept in touch and three months after he saved your life, you guys went on your first date. Everything had been perfect since then.

    " Ooh! I love these!" Zach yells as he walks over to the platters.

     " Have at them. You and Y/N are like the only ones who will eat them. They are pungant in my eyes." You mom says as she scrunches her nose and wipes her hands on the dish towel.

" I've always wondered how they got the mustard in them." He comments as he happily munches on what.

    You furrow your eyebrows and walk over to see just what he was eating. You burst out into laughter and he looks at you confused.

    " Are you okay babe?" He asks unsure.

     " Z-Zach...it's not mustard!" You say between laughs.