A Collection of Imagines

Zayn

Sorry

Working at Billboard has been kind of a drag. But this makes up for it. The flashes make his skin glow. Like an subtle glow. Almost a shine, but not really. Wow, my mind goes everywhere the second I see him. I mean who's mind wouldn't spin when they see him.

The blinding flashes causes me to lose sight of her for a split second. I've known her for about four days now and I can't get enough.

He moves to strike another pose. Placing his arm above his head. The tattoos on his chest now becomes exposed to the camera. I try to click the camera to capture the position, I'm frozen. I'm too busy admiring his body art.

She stops suddenly. Her eyes are glued to my torso. I smirk. She snaps out of it after a couple of seconds. She brings the camera back up to her face. I'm no longer looking at it. I'm paying more attention to her.

I stare at him through the camera. He looks down, eyes trailing elsewhere. Is he checking me out? I chuckle, laughing at my own thoughts. There's no way.

She gets up from her previous squatting position and moves slightly more to the left, eyes not leaving me. Once she thinks she found a better angle, she squats back down. She clicks away at my side profile.

He looks off somewhere else once I sit back down. See he's not checking me out. I snap a few more and stand back up. I look down at the digital camera, sifting through the shots I have gotten. Wow, he's beautiful.

The flashing stops. I look to my left to see that she's already standing, looking down at her camera. She looks more focused than ever as she goes through the photos. "Are we done?"

I glance up at him at the sound of his voice. Wow, he actually said something to me. "Um ... yeah, we're done."

"Good." I stand up from my chair and take off my jacket. My eyes don't leave hers, but she has taken the liberty of exploring my arms. She looks back up at me, and a blush grows across her cheeks. I love the effect I have on her.

"Sorry."

"No, don't be sorry. It's fine." I move my hand up, offering for her to shake it. "It was wonderful working with you."

"Yeah, you too." I take his hand in mine and shake it up and down. Slowly. Our eyes lock. They're kind of gold. I mentally slap myself at my thoughts. No one has gold eyes. Pull yourself together.

Neither one of us move. Hands intertwined. Eyes locked. Nothing to be said. She's too timid to make the first move. Oh, love, you need to start breaking that habit if we're going to move any further.