Zayn Imagines

First Date, First Kiss

It was another day of school. Getting picked on. From what you wear, and what you do.

Basically, you’re a nerd.

Kind of.

Well, your mom makes you dress like a nerd because… you mom talked about the birds and the beast.

Yeah, that moment, where your mom talks about having unprotected sex and getting pregnant just because of what you wear.

So, you have to deal with wearing things like this.

It irritated you, and you had no friends. Which sucked.

You were making your way home, as you hear your name get called.

"Hey (Y/N)!" The boys said. You ignored them, they probably just wanted to make fun of you, again.

"I said (Y/N)." He said. He pushes you against the wall.

"Didn’t you hear what I just said." He said, gritting his teeth.

"N-no." You said, scared.

"You little punk, you’re definitely gonna get knocked out." He said.

"Hey! Let go of her!" Zayn said.

"I SAID, Let GO of HER." Zayn said louder.

The boy let’s go of you, as you fall on the floor with your glasses on the floor.

"Here, I’ll help you." Zayn gives him his hand to help you get up.

"Th-thanks." You said shyly. He grabs your glasses and puts it back on your eyes.

"Why did you help me, exactly?" You asked.

"I understand how much it hurts, I’ve been through it." He said.

"It would look like you wouldn’t. You’re the most popular guy in school." You said.

"Well, I gotta go. Do you wanna hang out tonight, or something? Grab some dinner?" He asked.

"Me?" You asked.

"Yes, who else would I be asking?" He giggled.

"The most popular girl in school." You said.

"Well, will you?" He asked.

"Oh um. Sure." You said. You exchanged numbers.

The thing is, no one ever knew how you looked with out all this nerdy stuff on. You had to tell him. I mean, you were going on a date with him after all.

It was hours later as you got on your outfit. You chose to wear something that was cute, but comfortable at the same time. So, you chose this.

The doorbell rang, as you open it with your outfit on.

"Oh hey, you must be (Y/N)’s sister, is (Y/N) there?" Zayn asked.

"Zayn, it’s me. (Y/N)." You said.

"W-what?!" He said, surprised.

"SHHHH." You said.

"What the hell?!" He said.

"Okay let’s go." You grabbed his hand as he gets in his car, shocked.

"Zayn. Zayn… ZAYN." You said, he was daydreaming.

"I’m sorry I just can’t believe you’re different." He said.

"Do you want me to change… cause I can change." You said.

"No no no. I mean, this is a good thing." He said.

"Well… okay." You said.

He drives and you get to a fancy restaurant.

"Whoa." You said.

"New to this place?" He asked.

"Well I’ve never been to any fancy restaurant." You said.

He holds your hand as you couldn’t wipe that smile off of your face.

As you get seated, you learn more about each other.

"Okay, so what, how." Zayn said.

"My mom never wanted me to dress as a girly girl when I’m in school. She thinks I’d get fucked by a football player or something." You said. Zayn looked at you, again.

"Zayn are you seriously okay." You asked.

"You’re just so… Pretty." He said.

"Are you sure or are you just trying to flirt with me." You said, annoyed.

"No, really." He said.

"Oh goodness." You said.

You both ate and talked about yourselves, it was really fun getting to know the inner Zayn.

"Thanks for coming with me to dinner. That was actually really fun. I thought when we’d eat all you’d talk about was algebra or something." He said.

"Well that’s pretty boring." You said.

"Whoa. Never heard a nerd say that before huh." You both giggled as you playfully punched him.

You arrive at your house as you both look at each other face to face.

"Well, I guess I’ll see the old you tomorrow." He sighed.

"Aww, is little wittle Zayn sad that he can’t see me regularly?" You playfully pouted.

"Maybe." He fake smiled.

"I’ll see you tomorrow." You said. "But. Before I go…" You kissed him. You try letting go but I guess he enjoyed it for a bit.

"Good night Zayn." You said.

"Good night (Y/N)." He smiled.

-Muskaan xx