One Direction imagines(mostly weird ones)

Swings fly high - Zayn imagine

A/n: So I figured I should write some more actual imagines. Here we go.

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You hand him his coffee cup, and sit down next to him. He quickly brings it up to his lips and drinks.

"Man, I needed that." He looks at you and grin.

"Well of course you did, you had a long day." You say and drink some of your coffee as well. The swing creaks, and you roll back and forth on your feet to make it move a bit more.

The sky is blue with a few clouds on it, drifting by. Ha, clouds.

You take another drink. He looks across the park. Quietly you hum a pop song, you heard it on the radio, but don't know the words or name.

"So you got any girlfriend lately?" You ask, being tired of the weird silence. He almost spit out his coffee.

"What!?"

You give him a glare that says 'that wasn't nessecery'.

"Do you got a GIRLFRIEND? What's wrong with your hearing, old man?" That's a lie, he's only two years older then you.

"No, I don't." He mumbles.

You sigh. It's been five months since you saw Zayn, how the heck did things get so awkward between you?

You two used to be good friends. Maybe not as good as he was with his bandmembers, but good friends indeed.

A wind blows over the grass and ruffles up your hair, but you don't care. You were never the kind who felt the need to getting fixed up to meet Zayn. He had seen you at your worst. He used to take care of you when you were sick, staying at your house and all.

The last of your now cold coffee goes down your throat as you lean you head back to get out the very last of it. You hold it out against Zayn.

"Care to sign it?" He chuckles low.

"Anything for a childhood friend." He jokes, pulling out a pen from his leather jacket. He scribbles in silence and then hand it back to you.

"Thanks." You step of the swing and wave to him as you walk away. He smiles back at you, waving back at you and staying in his spot, as he follows you with his eyes.

You look down on what he wrote as you walk. What meets your eyes makes you smile.

Before your name, written in haste by the coffee shop cashier, Zayn's beautiful handwriting has written his name, and placed a heart between the two.

You keep walking, but with slower steps, and fish up your phone. Contacts, and scroll down to Z. Zayn Malik 😱. As soon as he answer you turn around to look at him.

"Yeah?" He stares at the sand under his feet, clearly not checking the caller ID.

"I love you too, Zayn." You say, with a small wave to him when he shocked looks up at you.

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A/n: Ever heard "healthy dared, half won"? Well, this was that kinda thing. Thanks for reading and hope you stick around.