One Direction & ZAYN Dirty Imagines

Animals - Zayn

Y/N's POV

We hated each other. Sometimes I wonder why I even took the opportunity to room with him.

My good friend Harry recommended me to him, since I wanted to move out of my parents house ASAP after I graduated high school. The thing is, is Harry told me how much of a jerk my 'new roommate' was, I would've just stayed with my parents.

The first day I moved in, he was an immediate a.sshole to me. He rudely introduced him as Zayn, any then left, as in left the house. Leaving me alone to unpack--which took me until eleven at night.

I'm now good into a year living with Zayn, but the hatred has only been increasing between us.

But I have to admit, he is a f.ucking god.

He would lounge around the house with nothing but sweats on, low on the hips so I could see his prominent V-lines. I sometimes wonder if he would purposely do that, but I would brush it off.

Let's just hope that things won't escalate any further.

***

I'm coming home from a long day at work, trying to pay off of the rent to Zayn for this month.

After entering the house, I slip off my heels and give my feet a break from those killers as I stride past the living room. The couch is empty and I'm guessing that he's in his room.

As I'm walking up the stairs, I pull out the money I'm going to give him as I reach his closed door. I can hear the faint music playing inside the room, signaling that he's inside.

Without warning, I grip the door handle and push the door open, and my mouth falls open to what I see.

His bed filled with stacks of money, and him sitting in front of it.

"What the hell is this?!" I shout, dropping my bag onto the wood floor.

"Look," he puts his hands out, "it's not what it looks like."

"Is that the money I've been giving you since the first month?" I ask, still shocked.

"No!" He says quickly, a tell sign that he just lied.

"F.ucking liar," I seethe. "You know what? I'm done living with you!" Just as I'm about to stomp out of his room, he jumps off the bed and grips my forearm.

"You can't leave," he says, causing me to chuckle.

"And why not? It's not like you're going to stop me-" I'm cut off by his lips, feeling a shock of pleasure run through my fingertips down to my core. But my mind reacts quickly as I push him away with force, causing him to stumble backwards.

"Don't," I grip the money in my hand.

"Don't leave y/n," he cautiously walks toward me. "Look, I know I've been an a.sshole to you but I like you okay?" He admits, his face turning red from embarrassment.

"That's very hard to believe-"

"From the moment you walked through the door I wanted to be with you-"

"I hate you," I quickly say. Dammit, he looks angry.

"That's a total lie," he says, taking a step closer to me. "I hear you screaming my name while you finger yourself." He smirks at me.

I swallow the lump in my throat and try to take a step back, but he quickly pulls me into his room and shuts the door.

"C'mon y/n," he taunts, "you can't scream that loud for someone not to hear. So tell me." He grabs the money out of my hand and throws it somewhere in the room and walks around me. "Do you imagine me f.ucking you y/n?"