One direction imagines and prefrences

Zayn malik imagine

You'd had the worst day at work and the thought of going home to an empty house only made it worse. Zayn had only been gone for a week and it was already feeling tough. How you were going to cope for another month before you flew out to meet him, you had no idea. As soon as your front door shut behind you, you felt the tears fall down your cheeks, taking your mascara with it in dark streaks. Lifting your hands, you covered your eyes and sunk to the floor. Your heart felt heavy. On days like these, when your awful boss was more awful than usual and the cameras following your every move got more irritating than usual, all you wanted was him. With Zayn's arms around you and his gentle kisses on your cheeks your mood was soon lifted.

You reached into your bag for your phone and knew you had to hear his voice. Pressing call you willed him to pick up.

"Hey beautiful," came his familiar voice. He sounded sleepy. It took you a moment to form any words.

"Hey," came your weak reply, waiting for him to fill the silence.

"Hey, what's up? You don't sound yourself."

"Just had a bad day." You could hear your voice waiver as you spoke, not wanting to load all your problems on to him. You sobbed into the phone when you couldn't hold in the tears any longer.

"Hey, y/n, don't cry. Please babe, I hate it when I'm not there to make things better. Talk to me please?" His voice was full of concern. You tried your best to breathe deeply and ran your fingers through your hair. Little did you know Zayn was doing exactly the same thousand of miles away.

"I've just had a really tough day, you know how my boss can be... And I miss you. I know it's only been a week but I miss you." You felt the smile returning to your face as you heard him respond with a cute noise. You wiped at the tears on your face. "But I feel a little better already, now I've heard your voice." Suddenly you felt silly for ringing. You added, "Sorry for ringing."

"That's what I'm here for beautiful. Never apologise. Anyway, I miss you too so I'm glad you phoned. Hearing your voice made me smile. I'm so tired, I've slept so badly without you." You listened to his voice and took in his words. He was such a softie deep down.

You continued talking for half an hour and your terrible day was soon at the back of your mind. He told you about America and how amazing New York was. Listening intently, you heard about the shows they'd had so far and the pride you always felt for him and the boys swelled inside you.

"I'm sorry y/n, I have to go. We need to go for sound check. Have a relaxing night tonight please? If you need me I'm on the end of the phone. Ok?"

You heard voices calling Zayn in the background and knew you couldn't keep him.

"Thank you, you always come to my rescue. I love you."

"I'm your superman," Zayn said with his adorable laugh. You laughed in return.

"Don't get too carried away Malik!"

Saying your goodbyes you reluctantly clicked off the call. Your smile stuck around for a while but by the time you were sprawled in the bed you couldn't help but notice that empty feeling return. Checking the time, you realised they would have just started their show. He loved that part of his job so much.

After a restless night, you woke bleary eyed. You turned over to see the time blinking at you, 7:00am. Lying back on your pillow you reached for your phone. You had a message form Zayn, as always, that he'd sent before bed.

'I hope you're feeling better beautiful and sleep well. The show was amazing tonight! I love you!