Why Don't We Imagines

Him Missing You (Zach)

Zach was sitting on the floor while playing games on his laptop.

He frowns as he loses a card game that he was playing—against the computer, which makes him change the game mode to 'easy'.

His mind wanders to you; specifically, how he loves to play board and card games with you or even against you.

He remembers a time you and the boys wanted to play a game of Sorry!—which ended up with no winner at all, but you and Zach were a team.

He would sit behind you, holding and messing with you the whole entire game.

Zach barely played the game, he was too busy focusing on how to mess with you and was basically just moral support.

Whenever it was your team's turn, he'd tell you,
"y/n, I believe in you!" then proceeded to kissing your cheek which made the rest of the boys comment, "Ew!"

Zach smiles at his memories, remembering how his head would always lay against your shoulder as he would breathe in your perfume with every breath.

He even sometimes made comments about how the shampoo you chose was always a likable scent, which would make you laugh with your reply of, "Thank you, Zach. I'll be sure to buy you a bottle next time when I go shopping."

Zach sets his laptop on the floor next to him, letting the timer on the screen continue to count down as his turn was soon to be skipped.

He picks up his phone and finds your number easily, your name is always on the top of his recent calls or messages.

His thumb presses against the screen of his phone, and he begins to hear beeps.

It goes to voicemail, which makes him frown, killing the small hope that was present.

"Hey y/n. I know you're busy and all," he smiles and chuckles, looking back at his laptop while the timer was now seconds away from skipping his turn.

"I really just miss you... like a lot. I hope we can play a game soon when you get back, I'm sure the boys would love to on any day that you can. Please call me back, I really want to hear your voice."