One Direction Imagines

Zayn Imagine for Hannah

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            “Hannah, come on, we’re going to be late,” Zayn called from the outside of my bedroom door. I opened the door and narrowed my eyes at him, but a smile spread across his face and he was able to give me a kiss before I closed the door again.

            “I’ll be done in like two minutes!” I replied, slipping my cover-up over my pink polka dot bikini. I slipped on my flip flops and checked my hair once more in my mirror before I grabbed my beach bag and stepped outside my room where I found my husband standing. Yes, Zayn Malik was my husband. We were on our honeymoon in Bermuda and I loved it.

            “And I thought I took a long time,” Zayn teased, grabbing hold of my free hand and walking to the front door of the small beach house we were staying in. Even if this house was small, it was all I could’ve asked for. We’d just gotten here last night and I was having the time of my life.

            “I already have all of our things on the porch,” Zayn whispered in my ear. I smiled at the feel of his warm breath on my ear. We walked out into the warm summer air and grabbed the beach chairs and towels. “The beach is this way…” He led me around the house and to the back where there was an open pathway that led to the sand of the beach.

            “Do you know how to swim?” I asked, looking up at my husband.

            “Not really…” his voice trailed off.

            I frowned a little bit and inwardly sighed.

            “I mean, I can go in the water, but I can’t go like all the way in… you know what I mean, right?”

            “Oh okay,” I nodded. We reached a spot on the sand where we decided to drop our things. “This so beats the beaches back at home,” I breathed, looking at the crystal clear water in front of us. I pulled my cover up off as Zayn pulled his shirt off. “So are you-” I was cut off by my husband picking me up and slinging me over his shoulder, running to the water with me.

            “ZAYN!!” I squealed, laughing. He hit the edge of the water and ran even farther in. He turned around and fell backwards, keeping his head above the water.

            “You’re lucky I love you or I would’ve gotten mad,” I whispered before I wrapped my arms around Zayn’s neck and leaned in.

            Before I could connect our lips, Zayn dunked us underwater. We opened our eyes, but squinted a little bit. His hands found my waist and pulled me into him, snogging with me right on the spot. I was so happy I’d fallen in love with Zayn, because he’s the best thing that’s ever happened to me.