A Collection of Imagines

Zayn

Perfect

I was actually very excited to come here, but now I'm just intimidated. My friends and I rocked out to his opening band. And as soon as he came out, my body froze. My friends freaked out and pushed me towards the front banister. I wasn't a huge fan of him before and I only tagged along because my friends had great tickets. We're standing literally 5 feet away from the stage, and I'm mesmerized by this man that is performing.

I walk out from behind the stage and I hear multiple screams entering my ears. I look down in front of me to see a mess of mostly females fighting to get to the front. One woman catches my eye. Her body jerkes forward due to the excessive amount of energy pushing her towards the stage. She doesn't fight it. She lets herself be pressed against the banister. Hmm... interesting.

He locks eyes with me, breaking me from my trance. I quickly look away. He's so fucking good looking and his stylist knows it because he's wearing some intimidating attire. He grabs the microphone and the music starts. More screams sound and I look back up to his face. His eyes will forever burn into the back of my brain.

She looks away. That's a first. If I made eye contact with anyone else here, they would scream their heads off. But she's different. I grab the mic and the music starts. She finally looks back at me and I screw up the first lyric.

He jumbles on his first lyric and I blush. He laughs under his breath, prompting a laugh from the rest of the audience, as well as myself. He looks down at his feet. I smile widely. He's cute when he's nervous.

I continue on with the set, casually checking up on her from time to time. She starts to loosen up after a while and it loosens me up as well. She dances to the music making her hair fly around. I try not to make it obvious that I'm looking at her. It would be everywhere tomorrow. I don't think she would appreciate it that much.

We're on the seventh song now and my friends and I are having a blast. Every time he looks at me, I blush harder than the time before. I jump around to the music when suddenly a hand jerks me backward.

I point the mic towards the audience and they sing the lyrics back to me. I quickly glance at her direction and expect to match her eyes. When that doesn't happen, I panic. My first thought is that she left, but when I see a struggle in the crowd where she used to be, I knew that that accusation is false. I abandon my place behind the mic stand. I see someone dragging her backwards so they can get a better spot. I bring the mic up to my mouth. "Stop. Stop the music." And the sound turns off at my command, making the crowd groan. I squat next to a security guard and point him towards the mess of people. Why am I doing his job for him?

One of my friends pushes off the chick that's trying to drag me backwards by my shirt. A few security guards come into the crowd to take the girl out of the venue. The rest of the crowd cheers. When I gain my self-awareness back, I notice that the music has stopped. I turn towards the stage and he isn't in his usual spot. He stands tall over me.

I watch as the security guards takes the bitch who was trying to start a fight out of the VIP section. I look down at her and we lock eyes again. She gulps at my stance and swear to God, I hear it. The crowd cheers when they notice that I'm right in front of them. They start rushing towards me. I lose my view of her for a second and I panic again. I crouch down, trying to find her eyes again.

He crouches down in front of the crowd and tells them to separate using a hand motion like he's parting the Red Sea. Once I meet his eyes again, he motions me forward to him. I walk down this newly separated pathway towards him. I receive a few glares from other females and confused expressions from my friends. Once I get to him, he bends down to talk into my ear.