Zayn Malik Imagines

#8

Siri was lost in her thoughts. The hot water, from the shower, falling over her shoulders, as if it was a pouring rain. She arched her neck backwards and let the running water fall over her face. She wanted to wash the memory of last night away, to stop feeling his beautiful sent all over her body and around her. Tears started falling down her cheeks.

‘Why was she crying, when she had had the most wonderfull night? Why did she feel abandoned, when Zayn was still in her bed? Why was she in the shower, when she could still be in his arms?’ All of these thoughts were flowing around in her head. Buried under their weight, Siri felt helplessly to the floor.

Suddenly someone walked through the door. She looked up shoked and looking like a scared hind. Zayn was standing half-naked at the doorstep. She had never seen his charming hazel eyes so worried. He ran up to her and sat on the floor under the falling water. He pulled her in his arms and started rocking her back and forth. He whispered something, but she did not hear him. Siri turned around to face him just in time to see a single tear falling from his eye.

-          Zayn? – she asked quietly. – What’s wrong?

-          I woke up and you weren’t there. – he answered with a trembling voice. – You really scared me.

-          Zayn. I’m right here. – she said, taking his face in her hands so she could look deep into his eyes. – You hear me? I’m not going anywhere. Not until you tell me to.

-          Okay.. – he mumbled before kissing her forehead. – So you’re not going anywhere?

-          No. – she answered simply. – Not until you tell me to.

-          Okay, just know that you’ll never hear me say something like that.

-          Nothing’s gonna make me happier. – she smiled at him.

After that Zayn, didn’t need to hear anything else. He pressed his soft lips against hers. locking them together in an all consuming, hungry, passionate, breathtaking kiss.