Zayn Imagines

I Love You

It was raining and I had just been dumped by the boyfriend I had for two years. Wow, this matches the mood so much, I thought sadly. A tear ran down my face as I sobbed and wiped it away with the back of my hand. I took off all my makeup so I could cry without smearing it. “Why is everyone in the world leaving me?” I asked out loud. I was alone. Always alone. My parents had left me. I had no siblings. I was allergic to animals. I was never the kind of person to make very many friends. I only had one friend. My best friend. We’d known each other since we were born and we grew up together. He was almost every person I would want rolled up into one. He took care of me when I was sick like a mother, he protected me from harm like a father, he taught me things like a brother, he kept me company like a friend… I sniffed, realising I wanted him here, next to me.

I suddenly heard a rock hit my bedroom window. I got up and walked over to it, crying. I looked down and I saw Zayn standing in the pouring rain. I immediately ran downstairs, in my loose white T-shirt, sweats, and my hair up in a messy bun. I threw open the door and ran outside, into his arms. I sobbed and sobbed and sobbed. I couldn’t stop. “Oh, Zayn,” I cried. “He left me.”

Zayn hugged me and took me inside. “It’s okay, (Y/N). It’s okay. I’m here.” He dried me off and got me my favourite pajamas.

I smiled through my tears. “Thanks, Zayn. You always know what to do.”

He walked over to me and put a blanket around me. “I’m always here for you.”

I put my head on his shoulder, beginning to cry again. “He left me, Zayn. He was one of the last people. Now it’s just you. You’re the only person who won’t leave me, Zayn. Promise me you’ll never leave me. I’d die without you here every day for me.” I cried, hugging his hand to me.

He took a tissue and dried my tears. “(Y/N), don’t cry. I’ll never leave you. I promise. But, (Y/N), can you please think about this? Do you really have to have anyone else in the world like you? Or am I enough?” Zayn asked softly. He kissed my forehead and walked downstairs to prepare some food.

I contemplated on this for a while. Zayn was everything to me now. He was the only person I had that was close to me. And he knew that. I didn’t know what to feel about him or how to decide my feelings. I sat there, thinking about this for the longest time. My feelings for him were growing by the moment. I played back everything that ever happened between us. Our childhood, when I went with him to X-Factor, how he never gave up on our relationship even when the fame hit him… I flashed back every memory of us I could remember until he returned to the room with some soup. He was the best cook ever. “Thank you,” I said, taking the bowl from him. He sat down beside me and watched me start sipping the soup. I knew he could tell that I didn’t really want it at the moment, so he took it and put it on the table next to the bed. “Zayn, I.. I wanna tell you something…,” I started. I looked at him, unsure what to do. I took his arm and put it around my shoulders.

He scooted a bit closer and asked, “What is it, (Y/N)?”

I didn’t know how to continue. “I… I feel like… I…” What DID I feel like? I wasn’t exactly so sure myself. I turned my head to look at him. His eyes were so beautiful… Funny how I never noticed that. I reached up and touched his face. His face was so… perfect. Zayn reached his hand up and took mine.

“I love you,” we both said at the same time.

I was shocked, but Zayn spoke seriously. “(Y/N), I think you’re beautiful. I was so upset I never got to tell you that I loved you. I’ve loved you ever since we were kids. And I will always love you. You’re my most important person EVER. I waited two years for this moment and now the words are finally out. I love you, (Y/N).”

“I’m sorry I never noticed you. Now I know that it was you all along. I love you too, Zayn.” 

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