Zayn Malik Imagines

Zayn Malik imagine #6

I wake up at about 12:45, like normal.

What? Don't judge, it's summer. I have no friends, no social life, so I might as well sleep in.

"O.M.G! (Y/N), guess what!" my sister says, barging into the room. Yes, she just said 'O.M.G', not 'oh my God'.

"What?" I say grumpily. I'm not much of a morning/afternoon person.

"Grandma is getting us One Direction tickets!" she yells.

"Really?" I say, hoping she is right.

"Yes, she just wrote me on Facebook. She said it was a late birthday present."

"Maybe, you know she can sometimes say things she doesn't mean," I say not believing her.

"She means it this time! She's buying the tickets right now!" she yells.

That got me up. "No way," I say, fully awake now.

"Yes. Now get up so I can show you," she says right before she closes the door.

I shoot up out of bed and quickly get dressed. I go to the bathroom and brush my teeth and hair.

I got into the main living area and see my sister on the computer.

"Come here," she says, calming down a bit.

I walk over and stand by her side.

"Okay, she just called and she bought the tickets!" she yells.

I squeal. Yes, squeal.

"I know! And she says we got good seats. Like, four rows away from the stage."

"That's great!" I yell.

"But," she starts.

Great, there is always a but.

"It's in three months," she says sadly.

"Great, I have time to get a summer body," I say, trying to lighten the mood.

"Yeah, and time to plan," she says getting excited again.

Great, now I just gotta wait.

*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*

 "Oh, crap, this is actually happening," I say to no one in particular.

"Yes, it is!" my mom yells from the driver seat.

Currently, we are on our way to the hotel we are going to be staying at for the next three days.

"I'm going to die," I say, earning a laugh from my mother and sister.

"Stop, you're going to make me crash," my mom says straightening out the car.

"I'll stop as soon as you turn the music back on!" I say bouncing in my seat.

What? I'm really excited.

"Fine," she sighs. I know she's kidding though, she's as much of a Directioner as me and my sister.

*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*

"Oh my God, this looks like a scene out of Titanic," my sister gasps.

"It looks just like the pictures," my grandma says from beside me.

Yep, my grandma is going too. She even learned some songs for tomorrow.

I can't believe I am going to see One Direction and 5 Seconds Of Summer tomorrow!

"What should we do first?" my mom asks.

"Get settled in, then go shopping!" my grandma yells.

This is going to be fun.

*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*

"It's like I've died and gone to heaven," I breath.

"I know," my sister says just as shocked as me.

Currently, we were walking through 'Picnic in the Park' which was a little area to wait for the gates to open.

There was so much to do, which is good because we showed up five hours early. We didn't want to get there too late.

I laugh at that thought.

We head to a table and sit there with some other Directioners. We talked and listened to the music they were playing.

About an hour later, we decide to get something to drink. We got some lemonade, and went back to the table. By this time, the people we were sitting by had left and it was just us.

Oops, spoke to soon.

"Are these seats taken?" I hear from my left.

I turn around and see two girls who looked similar. Sisters?

"Sure," I smile, knowing that if I was in their position I would want them to do the same.

They sit and quickly join in the conversation.

We talk about our seats, and which one of the boys own our hearts. Before we know it two hours pass by, and people are starting to get in line for the gates to open.

We, my grandma, mom, sister, and I, head to the gates. We still had an hour and a half until the gates open, but we didn't want to be stuck in line.

As we get in line, my mom and grandma sit in the shade as my sister and I get in line. We met the other girls from earlier in line and start the wait.

*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*

This is better than what I had imagined.

We are so close to the stage, it's crazy.

We sit there until seven, which was two hours later, when finally 5sos came out.

It was fantastic, they started out with 'Don't Stop' and my voice was already hurting form all of the screaming.

They played for an hour, and I was having the time of my life.

 I was so sad when they left, but I knew One Direction was going to come on soon.

We make small talk for almost an hour when finally One Direction came on stage.

"Zayn!" I scream as soon as they walk out.

I didn't expect him to look my way or anything like that, yet his head whipped around and we made eye contact.

He smiles and winks.

'Midnigh Memories' starts blasting and Harry starts sing, but Zayn doesn't take his eyes off of me.

I blush, but I can't get myself to look away.

Through out the whole concert Zayn would take small glances my way. I would just look back and he would wink.

As their last song, 'Best Song Ever', ended I watch them walk away, but not before Zayn's eyes scan the crowd. his eyes land on me and he smirks.

They leave and my party stays behind to let what just happened sink in.

As we get up and are about to leave, a security guard walks over to us.

"Hello?" I say.

"Ma'am would you mind coming with me please," he says. He doesn't wait for my answer and starts dragging me somewhere.

I don't fight back, I'm too stunned to.

We walk for a little while until I realize where we're heading.

"Are we going back stage?" I ask, shocked.

"Turns out Mr. Malik has taken a liking to you," he smirks.
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Hi guys! I didn't realize how much I LOVE writing imagines! It's been a while huh?

How have you been?

Anyways, I hope you liked this one. It's based on a real story with a twist. I did really go to a 1D concert on the 11th! It was fucking awesome!!!

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-Kaitlyn