One Direction Personal Imagines [CLOSED]

Dejayn(:

This one is for @ickyvicki ! :D I really hope you enjoy, I know you had to wait too long for this! I'm really, truly sorry it took so long, but at least it's finally up! I hope you like it(: xx

**not proofread, sorry**

#imagine

"Thank you so much for the big birthday blowout," you say, thanking your wonderful boyfriend Zayn by giving him a quick peck on the cheek. You're sitting on the couch in his flat with the TV on, but neither of you are watching it.

"It was no problem. I hope you had a good time," he responds.

"I had a blast. Sorry I didn't talk to everyone though, there were so many people I didn't know. I thought it would be awkward," you explain, blushing at your shyness.

"Don't worry about it, babe. I never get around to talking to everybody at these kinds of events," Zayn reassures you, kissing your warm cheek.

"Okay, good. Well then other than that, I had a great night," you reply, smiling happily at him.

"Good, I'm glad. So, what was your favorite gift?" Zayn asks, quirking a mischievous eyebrow.

"Umm, I'd have to say the one from you," you respond, matching his mischievous expression.

"I haven't given you a present yet," Zayn replies, bewildered.

"But you will," you whisper softly, leaning in so close that your noses are brushing.

"Of course. And what would you like?" he asks, resuming his cocky demeanor now that he understands.

"Surprise me," you say back cryptically, raising your eyebrows just as the front door bursts open. In barges Harry, Niall, Liam, and Louis, followed by Eleanor and Danielle. The sudden noise startles you and you jump away from Zayn, which only raises their suspicions.

"Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday dear Dejah, happy birthday to youuuu!" sing all the boys in somewhat unison as they hold up the various snacks and celebration things they bought.

"I guess the party isn't over," you mutter, rolling your eyes and standing up off the couch.

"Surprise!" Zayn exclaims, following you out to the kitchen, where the boys have already made themselves comfortable. "I figured the first party would have been a little overwhelming, so I planned this one, too. With only your closest friends in attendance."

"Aww, Zayn, you're so sweet," you reply happily, trotting out to the kitchen and embracing all of the boys and the girlfriends one at a time.

"We brought another cake because Niall absolutely insisted on bringing it," Harry explains, setting his food item on the counter. You chuckle at Niall's signature trait and think about the first cake you had that evening. It was one of those huge, elaborate cakes that is specially ordered from cake bakeries. It was pretty delicious. The rest of the boys show you what they brought, and then you move back out to the TV room.

"So, birthday girl, what do you want to do next?" Liam asks, lounging on the couch with Danielle's head on his shoulder.

"Erm, I don't care," you say awkwardly, honestly not knowing.

"Truth or Dare?" recommends Louis, who is sitting on the other couch with Eleanor's feet in his lap.

"Yeah, truth or dare!" Niall and Harry consent, nodding vigorously.

You look at Zayn with a questioningly look, and when he nods his approval, you sigh and agree to play as well.

"Birthday girl and her man first!" yells Louis, getting excited.

"Okay, Dejah, you can ask me," he says.

"Alright, well, Zayn. Truth or dare?"

"Dare, definitely," Zayn responds, smiling proudly as the boys whoop and holler.

"Oh, don't be so cocky. Who knows what I'll have you do," you reply tauntingly. In reality, you have no idea what to dare him to do.

"Ohhhh, she told you," Niall teases, laughing, which in turn made everybody else in the room laugh. Well, except for Zayn who was now worrying about what you might make him do.

"Oh! I got one! It's a good one, too," you say cheekily, smiling evilly. Everybody sits forward a little more in anticipation.

"I dare you..." you start, talking very slowly. "To kiss me," you finish, smiling smugly. All the boys start to boo and the girls just roll their eyes, but Zayn sighs, relieved, and leans forward.

"Gladly, babe," he says, smirking and moving in. You giggle and stop him from moving in any closer.

"And then!" you go on, laughing evilly, "you must run around the block, in only your boxers, yelling 'I kissed Dejah, and I liked it.'"

"Are you kidding me?" Zayn responds, wide-eyed.

"Do I look like I'm kidding?" you say with a mischievous glint in your eyes. Everybody in the room bursts out laughing.

"Fine," Zayn replies, head hanging low. He starts to stand up and take off his jacket when you interrupt.

"Aren't you forgetting something?"

"Oh yeah," he replies, leaning over and lifting you up off the couch. He pushes you up against the wall and kisses you fiercely. Eventually, he pulls away and looks you deeply in the eye.

"I kissed Dejah, and I definitely liked it," he murmurs in your ear before stripping down to his boxers and taking off out the door. You and the rest of the after-party attendants chase after him, but by the time you're out the door, he's already around the corner.

The only thing you hear is his deep voice belting out, "I KISSED DEJAH, AND I LIKED IT!" to tune of Katy Perry's "I Kissed A Girl." All you can do is laugh. What a great birthday present.

The end