One Direction Dirty Imagines

You Deserve Better- ZAYN MALIK

“(Y/N)!” Zayn cried, flinging his front door open. “Hey Zayn!” I said, grinning ear to ear. Me and Zayn had been friends for awhile, having met through a mutual friend. He ushered me into his house, and walked into the living room, leaving me in his wake. I glanced around the front hallway. It was exactly the same, right down to the scent of wood, cigarettes, and Zayn’s cologne. I jumped, then winced as a pair of strong arms hugged my waist. “Boo!” Zayn whispered in my ear. I turned my head to face him, his gorgeous hazel eyes inches from mine. They were sparkling with excitement. I smiled weakly, and tried to unravel myself from him without showing any sign of pain. “You okay?” He asked, a wrinkle between his eyebrows, showing his concern. “Yeah…I’m fine.” I muttered, then made my way to the bathroom. “I’ll be right back,” I called before shutting the door.

I leaned against the door heavily, sobbing lightly, sure my tears would not be heard by Zayn. I glanced at the full length mirror in the corner of the bathroom, and made my way towards it. I rubbed my thumb over the smooth, cold surface. I took a deep breath, cringing slightly as the pain struck sharply in my ribs. I grasped the edge of my shirt lightly, and pulled it over my head.

BOOM! The door was flung open, to reveal Zayn standing there, that same concerned look on his face.

***(Zayn’s P.O.V.)*****

(Y/N) shrieked as she grabbed her shirt off the floor, trying to cover herself. But I already saw. I blinked back tears as I looked at the deep, dark bruises that were blooming everywhere on her body. “(Y/N)…what happened?” I asked softly, taking a step closer to her. “Uh..I-I tripped. I fell down the stairs.” She stammered, refusing to met my gaze. Something wasn’t right here. I knew it. “Bruises like that don’t come from tripping, (Y/N).” I said, taking another step towards her. She finally lifted her beautiful eyes to mine, then burst into tears. I wrapped my arms around her lightly, resting my cheek onto her forehead. We sank down onto the floor, (Y/N) whimpering, and me consoling. “Shh, don’t cry. Just tell me what happened.”

****(Y/N)’s P.O.V.*****

I was an idiot. Nobody had known, until today. Now, things were going to get even worse.I swallowed back my tears, and began. “Well, last night, (Y/BF/N) was drunk, and I made him mad. You know what h-he gets like when he’s mad….” I trailed off, holding my tears in. Zayn tightened his grasp on me. We stayed curled in that position for what seemed like hours, until Zayn finally spoke up.

“I’m going to fucking kill him.”

I grabbed onto his shirt, pressing him further into me. “No! You can’t tell anyone Zayn! It’ll just get worse, can’t you see?” I buried my face into his chest, clenching my eyes shut.

“I just can’t do nothing, (Y/N). You deserve better! I can’t watch the girl I love…” He stopped, horrified at what he had just revealed. I sat up quickly, facing him. “You…you love me?” I asked a heat blossoming in my chest. I had fallen in love with Zayn from the minute I laid eyes on him, but I dare not to tell anyone, lest (Y/BF/N) ever find out. If he had, I’d probably be dead right now. Zayn blushed, and looked down at his hands. “Yes. I have the minute I heard you laugh. I love everything about you, the way you smile, how you walk, how you run your hands through your hair when you’re tired…it just breaks my heart to know this is happening to you. I know you probably don’t feel the same way, but-“

I cut him off, pressing my lips to his. “Of course I feel the same way.

“Then, (Y/N), would you be….mine?”

“Of course, Zayn.”

-Macavity