One Direction Personal Imagines [CLOSED]

Zaynoor(:

This is for @DirectionerOnly ! I am SO sorry for how long this took, so I REALLY hope you enjoy it!

#imagine

"Mahnoor, are you ready yet?" Zayn asks from the kitchen. You're at the beach on a vacation with the amazing Zayn Malik. Oh yeah, he's also your long-time boyfriend.

"Yeah, Zayn, I'm ready!" you call, exiting the bedroom and speed walking out to Zayn. You were getting your bikini on to head down to the beach. Now you are wearing a see-through coverup over your swimsuit, and your hair is up in a messy bun. You're not wearing any makeup and you're feeling a little insecure.

"Oh, Mahnoor, look at you," Zayn says teasingly, giving you a wink. You just chuckle and blush lightly.

"C'mon. The water is calling you," you joke, taking his hand and pulling him along. He's a little reluctant, but he follows you anyway.

When you arrive on the beach, you lay out your blanket and set up the umbrella. You use the cooler to hold down the blanket, and you strip off your coverup. Boy, it's hot out. You toss the coverup onto the blanket and turn to Zayn.

"Sunscreen me, please?" you ask sweetly, smiling brightly.

"Of course!" Zayn replies, reaching into the bag and pulling out the sunblock. He hands you the bottle and you rub it on your chest and stomach. "Can you do my back?"

"Sure," he says, accepting the bottle back. He turns you around and squirts some into his hand. He tosses the bottle onto the blanket and begins to tenderly rub in the cold lotion. His warm hands massaging the cold lotion onto your warm skin causes such a pleasant reaction from you, you almost let a moan of pleasure escape your lips. He rubs up and down your arms until he's out of lotion and then retrieves the bottle again.

"Hey, Zayn, I think I got from here," you croak, wanting more but not wanting to exhibit too much PDA.

"You sure?" he questions, turning you around again, so you face him this time. "Let me get your face first."

"Okay," you murmur, sharply inhaling when his light touch connects with the sensitive skin on your face. "Thank you," you say with a smile as he steps away. You assume he's finished until he lets a chuckle escape his mouth.

"What?" you ask, ducking your head shyly. Before you can do anything, he pulls out his phone and snaps a shot of you in all your beach-bound glory. He turns the phone screen around so you can see the photo, and warm blush shoots through your body, along with a bit of anger.

The photo shows you with sunblock mustache and beard, as well as a unibrow and sideburns.

"Zayn!" you scold, rubbing in the sunscreen and lightly shoving his chest.

"C'mon, it's cute!" he teases, showing you the picture again and smiling that dazzling, genuine smile that reaches all the way up to the corners of his eyes.

"Delete that, right now," you state with mock-fury, taking a step towards him.

"Sorry, can't. I already tweeted it," he replies with a kiss on your cheek. He continues on past you, towards the water.

"Excuse me?" you shout at his back, laughing and chasing after him. He continues to run and looks almost as if he's going to go into the water, but then he stops abruptly and jumps out of your path. Stumbling, you try to stop and regain your balance. Instead, you end up tumbling into the water.

Instead of getting angry, you just sit up and clutch your stomach in a fit of giggles. Zayn matches your laughter and lends you a hand to help you up. You accept it and pull yourself up. You can tell Zayn is uncomfortable with going in the water, so you try to think of other things to do.

"Want to go for a walk along the beach or something?" you offer, taking his hand and interlocking fingers.

"Sure, sounds good," he says, swinging your joined hands and starting to walk. You walk along next to him and look up at him with loving eyes. You chat happily and continue on down the beach, losing track of time.

A little ways down the beach, you look out into the shallow water and see two little kids and a young father and mother playing around in the ocean, splashing and running from the waves. It's really a sweet sight, and you can't help but sigh aloud.

"What's the matter, Mahnoor?" Zayn asks, squeezing your hand and looking at you with drawn eyebrows.

"That family out there. They're so cute. I can't wait to have a family of my own," you saw dreamily.

"They are cute, aren't they?" Zayn murmurs, looking out at them as well. The youngest child, a boy, goes to jump over a wave but falls over instead. He comes up smiling and giggling happily, and Zayn and you both chuckle at his carefree attitude.

A little farther up the beach, you spot a few teenage girls eyeing up your boyfriend and squealing about it. Directioners, of course. You were once one yourself, so you feel the need to do something nice for them.

"Hey, Zayn, you see those excited girls up there?" you ask, nodding towards their blanket up in the sand.

"Yeah?" he resounds questioningly.

"They're fans. Go take a picture with them or something," you prompt, giving him a little shove. He quirks an eyebrow at you but walks towards them anyway. You follow behind him shyly, pleased that you can show some fans that you do care about them, and so does Zayn.

"Hey girls, I'm Zayn Malik, and this is my beautiful girlfriend Mahnoor," he says introducing himself and you.

"We know!" they squeal, getting flushed and obviously freaking out inside. "Can we have a picture?"

"Of course!" Zayn says proudly, walking to stand in between all of them.

"I'll take the picture," you offer, holding out your hand to take the camera. The tallest girl hands you her's, and then all the girls squeeze against Zayn and strike a pose. Pssh, fangirls.

"Click"

You snap the photo and the hand the camera back to the girls.

"Now can we have one with you?" the owner of the camera asks politely with hope in her eyes.

"Uh, sure," you reply abashedly, stepping into Zayn's place. Zayn takes the camera and snaps the picture this time.

"Thank you so much!" the girls say in unison when you and Zayn start to walk away.

"You're very welcome!" Zayn calls, turning back to you. "That was nice of you, taking a picture with them. And making me go over to them. You blush and shrug, which causes Zayn to chuckle.

"You're so shy," he teases, pecking your lips.

"Click"

You turn around and see the girls just snapped a picture of Zayn and you. They probably caught you mid-kiss. Of course the did. You just roll your eyes and turn back to Zayn. He places another kiss on your lips, a longer one this time. It causes you to chuckle and you grab his hand back in yours.

Smiling, you walk back to your blanket with Zayn, joking and teasing, and exchanging kisses every now and then. What can you say? You're in love.

The end