One Direction Imagines

Zayn

"Hey."

"Hi."

It was my first date with Zayn. Yes. Zayn from One Direction.

I met Zayn in a library a few days ago. We had exchanged numbers and had clicked really well over the phone. So today's our first date.

I was dressed in a simple light purple dress that was tight around my torso and puffy around my legs. It went right above my knee. I had also fitted on a pair of pink flats. I had my make up done lightly with a little bit of eye shadow, blush and lip gloss. My hair was curled perfectly in a right places which fell to the side of my shoulders.

Zayn was dressed in a simple white t shirt and a black leather jacket with a pair of black jeans. His jet black hair was done into a perfect quiff. All in all, he looked really hot.

He shyly revealed a single rose behind his back and handed to it to me. I took the rose and took in the familiar fragrant.

Ah...

The sweet, sweet scent of the roses filled my noses and I closed my eyes to truly enjoy it. I slowly sigh in relief.

"Thank you so much." I sighed in disbelief. My first date and he's given me flowers. No guy has ever done that to me, well, he is the first guy that had actually taken interest in me.

"There's no need to say thank you,"his face turn a slight pink in colour before he gestured towards the car," You look really beautiful. Come on. Let's go."

I slowly made my way to the car. He opened the car door for me, like a gentlemen, and slipped into the car as gracefully as possible. He then closed the door. He jogged all the way to the other side and quickly slipped into the car.

With that, he drove off. The ride was comfortable. We were chatting like how we did over the phone with soft music playing on the radio.

Soon, we arrived at a petrol station.

We aren't eating here right?

"Don't worry, we are not eating." He said, as if reading my mind. He added," It's our first date. Of course not."

Right, I thought to myself as I nodded my head.

He jogged around the car to my side and opened the door. He quickly took out a black cloth out from his pocket.

"What are you doing?" I asked with a tinge of fear in my voice.

"Well, it's a surprise. So, erm, if you could just..." he asked awkwardly, holding up the black cloth in both his hand, presenting it to me. When, I realised what he wanted to do, I quickly turned my back against him, signalling that I wanted him to tie it on me.

His hands swiftly moved to the both sides of my face while he place the black cloth gingerly on top my eyes. I could feel his hands moving at the back of my head. He quickly asked if it was too tight and I quickly assured him it was alright.

He held my hand gently as I struggled to get onto he car carefully. He slowly guided my head gently down, to prevent myself from getting hit. All the while holding my hand.

His touch was incredible! The moment our hands touched, -call me cliché- but I felt a shot of electricity shoot through my arm. I could feel some heat at the spot where he was touching. However, as soon, as he  let go, the electricity was gone. All I could feel was the slight tingling sensation at the spot where he touched my hand. As I stare straight ahead into the black cloth, I could feel a familiar heat rise to both my cheeks.

Soon, not long later, he changed the gear and started driving.

He had tried to make me comfortable by chatting with me, which, apparently, had succeeded. I had not expected this. I was afraid that maybe he would kidnap me and bring me to some place and -I know it sounds wrong- rape me! Even if it's not that, I was afraid that maybe it would be really awkward for both of us since one of us were blindfolded. But, no.

After about 10 minutes, or at least that's what I thought, we had arrived. I heard the door opened and quick footstep was heard before I heard the door open beside me.

I turned around slightly and groped around a little  before his warm hand touched mine. "I'm here, Love." Once again, the tingling sensation started rushing through me and I could feel my heart beating against my ribs.

I could feel his hot, minty breath on my neck and I felt his hair brush tickle my chin. My breath hitched and I could feel my heart skip a beat.

'Click!' Was all I heard before I felt a plastic material brush against my shoulder.

"Here," he said as he guided my arm out from the seat belt. As soon as I was untangled from the seat belt, he held my hand tightly and asked me to come out. His other hand was placed gently above my head, to guide me where I was supposed to go.

When my feet touched the ground, I could feel my something tickling against my skin.

Grass, I thought to myself, where exactly are we?

With my hand in his, he place one of his big hands at the small of my back which sends shocks into my back immediately. I gasped slightly before composing myself properly, not to embarrass myself.

He guided me slowly forward.

"You ready?" He breathed into my ear excitedly.

"Yea." I smiled at his enthusiasm.

He slowly removed the blinfold and my eyes took a while to adjust before I took in the sight before me and a gasp escaped my mouth.

Before me was a huge field with green grass everywhere. There was a big tall tree with thick bushes of leaves that seemed to be overlooking the field. The sun had sleepily shown it's bright orange light lazily across the meadow making it look more scenic then ever.

Near the tree, not far away, there was a brown wooden squared table with two other brown wooden chairs at the side, facing each other.

"Do you like it?" He asked nervously.

"Yes!" I exclaimed with delight, even more excited about this date.

He is cheeks bore a rufescent tint before he started rambling. He was some what really cute. His eyes darting everywhere, his lips moving up and down as he rambled on and his fingers fidling with the hem of his white T shirt and the other hand gesturing about.

But, I had saved him from rambling when I assured him," It's beautiful. I love it.

He gave me an enthusiastic smile, showing all his perfect white teeth.

He, being a gentlemen, helped me to sit down on the chair. Out of no where, Harry appeared, dressed in a white button down shirt and a black vest outside and black dress pants.

He poured us each a cup of what seems to be white wine before hurring off.

"I hope you don't mind. I asked Harry to cook..." he trailed off, not knowing what to say, with his hand rubbing the back of his neck.

"It's fine." I assured him with a soft smile on my lips. I have to admit, him being nervous is really cute.

We had a great time, chatting about everything under the sun. For that moment I had truly forgotten about his career and all the screaming girls dying to be where I was. I had forgotten about everything around me, only really understanding and knowing the true Zayn Malik, not from One Direction but the bad boy from Bradford.

And maybe, I'm starting to like him, just maybe.

I'm starting to like the fact that he always comb his fingers in his hair when he talk about his embarrassing times. I'm starting to like the fact that he rub he chin while he observed me when I was taking to him. I'm starting to like the fact that he smiles at me with his eyes almost completely shut with wrinkles at his eyes and his white teeth showing when I tell him about some of the fun times I had when I was in high school.

I like him, maybe.