One Direction & ZAYN Dirty Imagines

Picking Fights - Zayn

Y/N's POV

"I'm sick and tired of this Zayn!" I shout, seeing the cold plate of food at the table, and a clearly annoyed Zayn.

"You know I was at the studio with the boys," he rolls his eyes at me.

"At three in the morning? Really Zayn?" I'm almost going to explode.

"Just step off it y/n," he scoffs. "Why aren't you heating up dinner?"

"Excuse me?!" My eyes nearly bulge out of my head at his question. "I am not your f.ucking maid Zayn, if you want dinner," I grab the plate of spaghetti, "then you f.ucking heat it up yourself!" My rage is out and I find myself throwing the plate at Zayn. With his quick reflexes he dodges it, letting the plate shatter on the wood floor.

"Are you crazy y/n?" His jaw clenching. "You could've hurt me."

"That's all you are about!" I yell. "All you care about is you. It's all about you."

"Well who gives you all of this?!" He flails his arms, motioning at the house. "The roof over your head, the clothes, the food, all the gifts, who gives these to you huh?!" He pulls put his wallet and starts throwing his credit cards and bills at me. I feel humiliated, by my own boyfriend, and I won't stand for this.

"Fine!" I scream at the top of my lungs. "Have it all back then!" My hands go to the hem of my sweater and pull it off of me, leaving my tank top on. The necklace around my neck is pulled off, and I find myself throwing it at Zayn.

"I hate you!" I scream again, seeing that he's biting his lip.

"Why the f.uck are you staring at me like that?" I seethe, narrowing my eyes at him.

"Because you're turning me on right now," he states.

The heat rises up to me cheeks but I cover it up when I go back to narrowing my eyes at him.

"I'm tired of all this Zayn, you can go f.uck your wh.ores while I stay here and clean this mess up because I guess I'm your maid." I grab the trash and push past Zayn, quickly cleaning up the mess I made. Putting the trash can away, I wash my hands and dry them.

"Y/n." I ignore him and grab the second plate, wrapping it and placing it in the refrigerator.

"Y/n." He tries again, but it's only building up the tension between us.

"What!" I turn sharply to look at him. "What do you want that's so bad right now."

"I'm not cheating on you," he says. I know that he isn't, but the words just fell out of my mouth before I could catch them. "And you're not my maid, you're my girlfriend."

"It damn feels like I'm your maid, in fact, why don't you pay me now for my services so I can leave early." I tell him.

"Will you shut up about it!?" He yells, the veins on his neck now visible. "F.uck, you don't understand how hard it is to even not touch you right now."

"What are you even talking about?" I grumble.

"Do you see this?" He motions toward the bulge in his jeans. "I'm f.ucking horny as hell and I can even touch you right now."

"What does that have to do with us?" I seethe, crossing my arms over my chest.

"If you haven't noticed, we haven't had sex in weeks since I've been recording in the studio late." He points out. "And I know we're pretty stressed out-"

"Do it." I blurt, walking closer to him.

"What?" He asks confused.

"Touch me." I mutter softly, but loud enough for him to hear.