Zanikoo(:

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This is for @xXmalfoyloverXx ! This ended up being very cliche but, you know, sometimes cliche is the best way to go! Haha hope you enjoy anyway(:

#imagine

You're sitting in your room, bored out of your mind, wishing your boyfriend, Zayn Malik was there with you. Other than spending time with him, you didn't have much else to do. You hadn't seen him in a few weeks because he was busy with One Direction promotion stuff. As you slumped against your wall and wished for Zayn, you heard a 'clack, clack' noise against the window, almost like a pebble was bouncing off the glass. Quickly hopping up off the ground, you jogged over to your window and pulled your curtain back.

Standing outside your window on your lawn below was a varsity jacket clad boy with a tall quiff and long eyelashes surrounding beautiful brown eyes. It was the Bradford Badboi himself, Mr. DJ Malik. Your wonderful boyfriend, Zayn.

Lifting the window, you stuck your head out and called down, "Zayneo, Zayneo, wherefore art thou, Zayneo?" You both chuckle at your monologue, and then question, "But seriously Zayn, what are you doing here?"

"I missed you, Nikoo. I haven't seen you in a long time, and I missed my baby. I wrote you a song. Well, the boys helped, but it was my thoughts. Here goes nothing," he finishes, pulling a page of presumably lyrics out of his pocket. As he parts his lips and allows the melodic voice of an angel exit his body, you let out a small, emotional gasp, and lay your hand over your mouth in shock.

It's a beautiful tune, with such moving lyrics about how much he loves you and hates having to leave you all the time. The song is made infinitely more raw by the lack of backup vocals or instrumentals, allowing for his beautiful voice to be the only sound shattering the peaceful silence outside your window. A light breeze ruffles your hair and flushes your cheeks, chilling the wet paths your happy years have made on your cheeks.

Zayn wraps up his perfect song dedicated to you and looks up at you, shy and nervous. He bites his lip and looks at you with pleasing eyes. He wants you to like it, to love it. He wants you to realize just how much he loves you, just how much he needs you, and just how much he thinks about you when he's gone. All of his feelings were expressed in that beautifully emotional song, and afterwards, he's obviously made himself quite vulnerable. He's praying that it touched you the way your very presence touches him.

"Zayn," you call out, but don't continue because you can't keep your voice from cracking.

"Did you like it?" he asks, stuffing his hands in his pockets and biting the insides on his cheeks.

"Like it? Like it? Zayn, I do not like it. What I felt for that song is on an entirely different level, an entirely different stratosphere. I absolutely loved it," you force out before another elated sob racks through your body.

"Come down here, Love, so I can hug you and kiss you and make up for all the time I've been gone?" he asks, smiling widely now.

"Of course, I'll be down in a few," you respond, backing away from the window and jogging over to the mirror. You wipe away your fallen tears and do your best to pull yourself together. You splash some water on your face in the bathroom and then slip a warm sweater on over your tank top and skinny jeans. You sprint down the steps and just before exiting the house, remember to grab a key and your cellphone.

Upon opening the door, you can't resist but sprint towards the handsome young man standing on your walkway, waiting. You jump up into his arms and laugh out loud as he spins you around. Once your feet are placed back on the ground, you step back to take all of him in. 'Mmm, he is fiine,'

you think to yourself before smiling widely and hugging him tightly again.

"I missed seeing your beautiful face everyday," Zayn muttered, taking your hand in his and walking down your pathway.

"Same here. Hey, wanna go for a walk around the block?" you suggest, ignoring the threatening gray clouds and obvious signs of rain ahead.

"Sure, Nikoo," he agrees, turning onto the street. You don't live on a very busy street, so nobody worries about walking on sidewalks. "You think it's going to rain?"

"Definitely, but oh well, a little rain never hurt anybody," you say, shrugging off the impending showers.

"That is the truth," Zayn concurs, kissing your cheek and continuing on down the road. A few minutes later, a light drizzle starts to descend.

"Should we turn around?" you ask, wondering whether it be quicker to continue around the block or turn around and go back the way you came.

"I think we'll be fine," he reassures you, giving your hand a slight squeeze.

"Whatever you say," you resound just as the skies completely open up and it starts pouring.

"Or maybe not," Zayn mutters, shielding his eyes with his hand.

"Let's make a run for it!" you squeal, grabbing his hand back and pulling him along at a slow jog. You pick up your pace and round the corner to your street again, but suddenly Zayn tugs on your joined hands and stops you.

"Zayn?" you say questioningly, raising an eyebrow at him.

"I've always wanted to try this, especially with you, Nikoo," he explains, tucking your soaked hair behind your hair and leaning in. You lean in as well, almost as if his lips have a magnet in them.

As soon as your lips touch his, a spark shoots from your lips to his, and vice versa. A little startled but not willing to give up, you keep your lips connected and continue the kiss once you've calmed down. As the rain patters down around you and bounces off the the both of you, pretty much everything else disappears.

Well, everything disappears until a loud clap of thunder breaks the moment and scares you two apart. A second later you see a big flash of lightening shoot across the sky, followed by another extremely noisy clap of thunder.

"Run!" you shriek, taking off for your house. Zayn follows closely behind, eventually catching up to you and taking your hand in his again. As the rain pounds down around you, drowning out the sound of your feet slapping the pavement, and thunder crackles through the sky, Zayn pulls you along back towards the house, doing his best to keep you as safe as possible.

Once you arrive back on your patio, under the awning, Zayn resumes the passionate kiss, moving his lips against yours, tangling his hands in your wet hair, and pressing his body as close to yours as he could.

The end

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