One Direction Imagines and Preferences 2

Overreacting - Zayn Imagine.

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Here I was. Sprawled across the sofa and crying because of the sad movie I was watching (A/N, you choose the movie)

I was currently on my period and my emotions were changing every few minutes.

Zayn walked through the door minutes later, the door slamming behind him as he walked in. Great. He was in a mood too.

I dried my eyes and suddenly became angry and I have no idea why.

He walked in and frowned at me, looking equally as angry.

"What are you doing Y/N?"

"I'm sitting on the sofa watching a film, what are you doing?" I asked, glaring at him.

"Your so lazy, you know that?" He snapped.

Wow.

"Me? Lazy? I cook for you every day and clean this entire house once I get home from work. I clean up after you when you leave your clothes strewn across our bedroom floor and what do you do exactly? Apart from work, what do you do outside of work? Hm? What do you contribute to me and this house?" I shouted.

Zayn looked slightly taken aback by my sudden outburst, but his features soon went back to being angry again.

"You work? Then why are you sat at home and where's my dinner?" He asked, narrowing his eyes. The nerve.

"You know what there's a reason why I haven't done any of those things today and I certainly don't deserve to be spoken to like that."

"Neither do I, and yes there is a reason, it's called you being lazy." He spat.

"Look I'm sorry if I spoke to you too harshly, but it's true, I'm just asking a question, what do you contribute to me compared to what I put into our relationship?" I asked calmly, trying to keep my cool despite the tears now welling up in my eyes.

"Do you know what? I'm not going to stay here while you accuse me of not putting any effort into our relationship," he announced.

"I'm certainly not going to put any more effort into this relationship, you know why?" He added.

"Because you don't care anymore?" I suggested, tears now flowing from my eyes, his facial expression showing no signs of softening.

"That's right, but also because we are no longer in a relationship." He stated, walking out of the door and slamming it just like he had minutes before when he walked in.

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I woke up to the sound of a door closing, that's right, closing. Not slamming which caused me to immediately open my eyes to see what was happening. It couldn't be Zayn, could it?

"Hello? Who's there?" I asked once I heard shuffling.

"It's the person you probably hate right now." Zayns voice rang out throughout the living room as he entered.

I sat back on the sofa and huffed. "Hate is a strong word."

"So you don't hate me?" He asked, he looked like he had been crying, his eyes red and puffy, tear stained cheeks, his hair tousled and the usual glimmer in his eyes missing. A carrier bag in hand and a small smile on his beautiful face.

"No. I couldn't ever hate you." Trying to make it known to him that he had some apologising to do.

"Where do I start?" He laughed, nervously.