A Collection of Imagines

Zayn

Hold me 

I'm in a certain tranquility at the moment if anyone was asking. I never knew a private jet would be this exclusive. Well, I mean of course they are. Considering they're called private jets, but I didn't think that it would be this ... calm. Like in the movies with scenes of people going into private jets, they show them drinking like they have two livers and doing cocaine in the bathrooms. I never expected this to the complete opposite of that. I'm here, in the jet, completely relaxed in the lap of my sedated ... well at this point, I don't know what to call him. 

I can't help but go over the events that occurred before arriving into the jet in my head. I came to her house in a black SUV and asked her to come with me to LA. She struggled to say yes mostly because she's only known me for a few weeks. I totally get that, but I made sure to be  persuasive. She grabbed my hand, starring into my eyes as she said yes. She held my hand for the entirety of the car ride to the airport. We went through security with minimal contact with outside world, which surprised her due to her being from the outside world. Her mouth was agape when we reached the jet. The words 'this can't be yours, this can't be your life' still ringing in my ears. I love how she's so ordinary. She's still shocked at the fact that she's riding in a private jet and that she practically begged me to let her pay for her own ticket. I eventually won, but she still pouted the whole time I gave the attendant my credit card. 

And I'm sorry, but I'm going to be cliche for a moment. He's nothing like those people. As in people who snort cocaine in bathroom stalls in private jets. He's so much more than that. He cares for more people than just himself and I totally admire him for that. I know that it's common sense to not be an asshole, but a person in his line of work can turn out to be a sleazy, pretentious fuck. I'm just proud of him for that fact. I don't care that I've only known him for a few weeks. I'm still proud. 

But then once we were on the jet, I can tell she was waiting for something to happen. I don't really know what, but her eyes were continuously searching the aircraft. After a couple minutes of that, she instantly fell into this sleepy state and I know her well enough to know that when she falls into that, she develops this sort of teddy bear syndrome. She gets really cuddly, that's all I'm saying. She looks over to me with this sort of small child look on her face as she extends her arms towards me. 

"Hold me." 

A small, yet adorable demand. I put the arm rest up, connecting our chairs together. My hand went to her waist and hers went to my shoulders. I pulled her lower back into my lap with her ass still on the seat next to me and her head rested into the crook of my neck. And it's been this way for a variety of the trip. I mean we're flying to LA from New York so that's a long time. Even the stewardess noticed. After she went to the rest of my team for refreshments, she couldn't take her eyes off of the scene. She would 'aww' every time she would walk down the aisle to see her sleeping in my arms. She's not wrong, I thought it was fucking adorable too.

 And apparently, he's a huge family man. I found that out in the best way possible. He told me he has a place in LA where he built his own makeshift pub house in his backyard. He named it after his grandparents back in Bradford and the second he told me that he gets a call from them, he blushed so hard when they called their 'grown up grandson' when he accidentally put them on speaker phone. I wish I had that sort of relationship with my family. That's where I grow envious of him. Not when he told me that was a multi-millionaire artist or when he told me that we were taking a private jet. It was when he told me he was incredibly close with his family. That's where I become slightly jealous. I want desperately to be apart of that. 

She woke up a couple of seconds ago. Or maybe I just realized it. She didn't move at all when she woke up so it wasn't easy for me to figure it out. I look down at her staring off to nowhere. She meets my gaze and smiles lazily. I dip my head down to connect my smile with hers. Her hand goes to the back of my head, caressing my hair there. Not really caring that there are other people around most likely to take a photo of our affection. She relaxes back into me after I unlatch myself from her. Drawing in a large inhale to create a rather exaggerated sigh. It makes me laugh. Suddenly, she leans up. 

"Oh, I must be hurting you. I've been on you for a while." I sit up slightly only to be met with his hand on my chest, pushing me back down. 

"No, no. I like holding you like this." I noticed how desperate the action was and I wish no one saw it. I just don't want her to move. 

"Oh, ok." I lean back into him. Smiling at his blatant honesty. He tries to brush it off by looking somewhere else that isn't my eyes, but I like to think I know him too well now. My hand moves to rest against his chest. My eyes go wide a little when I feel his prominent heartbeat. Oh my god, he's embarrassed. He's embarrassed that I can see right through him now. He places a hand over mine, looking down at my astonishment. His eyes searching through mine. My breath hitches in the back of my throat. It became too much for me to handle, so I look away towards the window stationed next to his seat. 

She moves her head to look out the window. I feel betrayed by the way she broke eye contact with me so early. "Hey." I shake her shoulder briefly and it gets her attention. She blushes at my action and giggles out of nervousness. I pull her in tighter and she finally understands the seriousness of my actions. She stares into my eyes once again. I lean down to her. Noses almost touching. Lips centimeters apart. Breaths intertwined. Her hand still pressed against my chest. I wish I could stay in this place forever. Not giving a shit about the rest of the world. Just caring about what's in front of us. Each other. Only that. Nothing else.