A Collection of Imagines

Zayn

Are You Ok?

I can hear the screams from in here. The flashes of phones and cameras try to peak through the glass windows to get a good look at us. Nervous air leaves my lungs sporadically. No matter how many times I do this with him, I can't stop this wave of anxiety.

I look down at her as she stares out the window. I can tell she's nervous. I keep telling her that you get used to it after a while. She doesn't like hearing that however. I want to calm her nerves. My middle finger runs down her palm that's by her side. She opens her hand and I slide my fingers through hers. Clutching her hand in mine. She lets go of a harsh sigh.

A comforting hand slides into mine. I breathe out. I look up at him and flash him a nervous smile. His eyes scan my face. I can tell he knows I'm faking it. He lowers his head to place his lips on my forehead. He always knows exactly what I need.

I lower my head to kiss her forehead. She leans further into me. Out of the corner of my eye, I see my manager telling the security detail that we needed to get out of here. I squeeze her hand, knowing that she heard him as well. I start walking forward, trailing her behind me.

The security guards walk in front of us, holding the glass knobs of the glass doors. Frantic faces, screaming and taking photos through the panes. As I walk closer, I can see the black SUV waiting for us on the other side of the sidewalk.

I look back at her again, seeing her anxiety bleed through her face. I feel so terrible. I'm making her do this and it's my fault that she stresses over it. The guards open the doors and the screams grow louder.

The cold New York air hits me like a truck. As well as the screams that pierce my eardrums. The flashes burn into my eyes, making me look down at my feet.

I walk in front of her, trying to shield her from the flashes of the paps. They really do go too far with that. Looking forward, I notice that there is no more cleared path to the SUV . The security are pushing through loads of people to regain the path. We are going to have to plow through the masses. She's not going to like this at all.

Looking down at our feet, I notice that the distance of our feet and other people become less and less. My anxiety goes through the roof. I look up at the back of his head, seeing that he's gently moving people out of the way with the hand not holding mine. And as if the world was moving in slow motion, I feel my body lift off of the ground. A sudden grip appears on my waist and my hold on his hand tightens. I'm terrified.

I feel a harsh tug of my hand behind me and I whip my head towards her. She is being lifted off of the ground by some guy in the crowd. The look on her face jumps me into action. I run towards her direction and move through the crowd as she slips further into it. She starts to kick him and screaming for help. She lets go of my hand and anger surges through me. I can't get to her; there's too many between us. The fear that replaced my angry made me call out her name in desperation.

I kick behind me violently. Watching Zayn's face get further and further away from me. He calls out my name and immediately feel my heart breaking. There's nothing worse than seeing the love of your life's face fade into the masses. My hands create fists due to the anger that was coursing through me and I bring them down on the perpetrator's forearms. Beating and punching. My elbow goes up to the side of his head, his grip loosens, and my feet are on the ground. I turn around to find the guy retreating though the crowd. "What the actual fuck!" Suddenly, I realize that the crowd went quiet. Everyone stands dumbfounded at what just happened. This is insane. I whip my head behind me and I can see that Zayn is still trying to get to me. I rush towards him, pushing people out of the way and plunge right into his arms. Feeling safe again.

She gets back on her feet again and her voice pierces through the noises of the crowd. I stand still and quickly realize that everyone is doing the same. She looks at their shocked expressions. I snap out of my trance and continue to move toward her. She turns around and runs towards me. And just like that, she's back in my arms and relief washes over me. Everyone is staring at us, completely silent. I feel her tremble into me and I knew that we need to get out of here. I push her in front of me. I place my arms around her, hugging her from behind as we speed walk to the SUV. She rushes into the back seat and I scan the crowd for the fucking prick that tried to take her away from me.

I make it into the SUV and I'm surprised at the absence of his touch. I look back at the back door. I know what he's doing. He's trying to find the asshole. The natural dominance is reeking off of him. I bring my hand to his heavily tattooed one and pull it toward me. His eyes find mine again. "Zayn, get in the car." He nods his head, gets in and closes the door.

Her eyes plead comfort and I listen to her command. I go to my seat and close the door behind me. My hands find her again, pulling her into my lap. "Are you ok?"

He brings me to his lap, cradling me into him in his seat. His tattooed hand goes to my cheek, brushing my hair away from my face. The feeling that rushes over me reminds me of home. "I am now. Are you ok?"

The car finally takes off. I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding. I bring her legs over mine, wrapping my arms around her, and she hides her face in the crook of my neck. I bring my lips to her forehead, feeling them move against it as I say, "Yeah, I'm ok."