One Direction Imagines

zayn- bad boy

I took the pen cap in my mouth and chewed on it as I tried to think. This was the last day of finals, the last day of my high school career. I knew I'd pass this, but I was stuck at the moment. Thoughts of the summer and visiting Mexico was the only thing on my mind. I mentally scolded myself for becoming distracted and went back to my paper. I couldn't help but glance around the room. Everyone seemed to be focused on the exam except for one person. He leaned back in his chair, with his legs in the air. He held his phone in his hand and there was no exam in front him. I knew he was the school's renowned bad boy, but did he really think that he was too good or cool for his final? I sighed and continued on my sheet.

I finished with 30 minutes to spare. Finally, I could go to college, get away from home and just enjoy life. I glanced around and my eyes met Zayn's. The bad boy seemed to be smirking at me but I ignored it. I looked at my hands then back up at him. He was still staring, watching me intently. I gave a small smile, hoping he would stop staring at me but that didn't help. He nodded at me and went back to his phone.

The teacher walked over to him and seemed to scold him about his phone. After watching them talk, Zayn just got up and left the room. The teacher shook his head and returned to his desk. Why did Zayn have to be like that? I clearly remember Zayn in 8th grade, when we were best friends. He lived across the street, and he still does, and we hung out all the time. He was such a good friend, he was nice to people and he cared a lot about people. After 10th grade, something changed. Zayn's mom said he wouldn't come home until the early morning and he would smell of alcohol. I didn't know what caused the change but when I tried to help him, he told me to fuck off. We hadn't spoken since then and I still wonder why. Maybe it was because in 10th grade, I got my first boyfriend. He was one of the more popular guys, which meant I went up in ranking at school. Zayn, however, started to skip school and hang out with the burn outs. He didn't care like he used to, and our friendship was never rekindled.

As the bell rung, I speed walked towards the exit and to my car. I sighed happily as I searched in my purse for my keys. I pulled them out as I walked towards my car. I almost jumped at the sight of Zayn leaning against the driver's door, a cigarette in between his fingers.

"Can I get a ride home?" he asked, not even making eye contact with me.

"Yeah. Just put that thing out" I said, referring to the cigarette. He chuckled nonchalantly and threw it on the ground and mashed it with his foot. He moved over the the passenger side as I unlocked the doors and climbed in. He followed my actions and soon we were on the road.

I couldn't help but glance at him often, taking in all of his changed features. He had a bit of stubble that looked nice on him. His eyes seemed to be darker than I remember and his black hair was in a high quiff.

"What happened to us?" I asked, but immediately regretted it. I looked over at him and he opened his mouth then closed it.

"I don't know Jaya" he said. That wasn't the answer I wanted, I wanted a detailed explanation of why I lost my best friend.

"We were inseparable Zayn. Why did you start doing drugs and smoking? Why did you change?" I asked and I saw his fist clench out of the corner of my eye.

"You don't know anything Jaya, so just mind your own business" he spat and I focused back on the road. I shut my eyes tightly, then opened them as I tried to prevent the unwanted tears from spilling down my face.

We reached our street and I pulled up in front of my house, he could walk across the street.

"Come with me" he said as he clambered out of the car. I was hesitant at first then I thought maybe he would give an explanation, so I followed him to his house. He unlocked the door and the place looked the same as I remembered. I hadn't been here in years and I always wondered if his mother had changed it around.

How's mom?" I asked. I always called her mom because she is...was like a second mom to me.

"She's good" he answered as he started to walk upstairs. I followed him, unsure of what to do. He opened the door to his room and it was surprisingly the same and clean. Not one thing was out of place, his bed was made and his shelves were organized to perfection.

"Sit" he ordered as he sat on his bed and I obeyed as I sat next to him. I looked all around the room until I felt his hand on my thigh. I thought of pushing it away but I didn't. I looked down at his hand then I turned to look at his face. He had an unreadable expression and I craved to know what he was thinking about.

"I don't know what happened Jaya. Things changed here a bit, Dad started drinking, Mom wasn't always home," he said as he looked down before continuing. " I just didn't know how to cope with watching my family crumble. Some older guys one night asked if I wanted to hang out and I agreed. I started doing bad things with them and I regret it. But that's who I am now. I'm just like those guys and I can't just change back. God, Jaya I wish I could though. I wish I could have you back, as my friend. I've missed you so much and I didn't know how to talk to you. You hurt me Jaya but you know I'll always love you and care for you like a sister. No matter how much we change." He said and I didn't believe a word.

"Zayn, that's bullshit. You don't love me or care otherwise you would not have stopped speaking to me. Zayn I-" I was cut off as his soft lips brushed mine. His hand cupped my cheek as he deepened the kiss and our lips were meshed together. I pulled back for air and stared at him.

"Zayn" I breathed, unable to form a sentence.

"Remember our deal to lose our virginity to each other?" he whispered and all I did was nod. "Please tell me you didn't give it up to that nerdy ex-boyfriend" he said and I shook my head. Jake wanted sex but I never ever forgot about Zayn's and my plan.

"Good" he said as he pulled my shirt over my head. He kissed my lips once more before trailing down my neck then to my chest. He pulled my body upwards to unclasp my bra. Once he did, he laid me down and hovered over me. My left breast was taken in his mouth and he gently massaged the other one. I moaned due to how sensitive my nipples are. He trailed down further and kissed all over my stomach until I felt his fingers on the hem of my yoga pants. He slid them down with ease and ran his fingers over my underwear covered pussy.

"Oh Jaya" he breathed and I gasped as my panties were pushed to the side. His fingers moved all around my mound until they found my clitoris. He took it between his thumb and index finger and massaged it gently. I moaned softly as his tongue brushed against my slit. I gasped as a finger eased into me and his mouth found my clitoris. He pumped and sucked and I was thrashing around under him.

His mouth and fingers left me and he stood up straight. He removed his shirt and soon stepped out of his pants and boxers. His dick stood up. All of that was going to fit in me? I thought as he hovered over me once more, spreading my legs.

"I really do care about you Jaya" he whispered as our lips met once more. This was perfect, his bad boy demeanor was gone and he was the sweet, loving Zayn that I remembered.

"Shit" My thoughts were interrupted as he entered me slowly. I gasped as he slid all the way in, the pain immediately starting.

"I'm sorry" he whispered as he wiped something wet off my cheek. I hadn't even realized that tears escaped my eyes. "I can stop" he said and I shook my head.

"It is okay" I said. He started thrusting slowly, he swiveled his hips a few times which caused some pleasure but the pain was still there. He kissed me again and soon the pain turned into pleasure.

"Faster" I begged and he thrusted faster. He got on his knees and pulled my hips up, causing him to go deeper. "Fuck" I groaned as he reached his hand down to rub my clitoris. I felt an unknown feeling in the pit of my stomach and I knew what was coming.

"I'm close" I breathed and it made him speed up. I threw my head back and moaned loudly, I came. He pulled out and climbed over my face.

He moaned as I took his dick in my mouth, wanting to taste him."Shit" he moaned and I smiled as I started to suck on the pink tip. He came loudly and I swallowed the salty taste. He sighed as he climbed off of me and laid next to me. He pulled the duvet back and climbed under it. I followed him and nuzzled against his body.

"You're such a good girl Jaya. Thank you for that. You're my good girl" he breathed and I smiled against his chest as I looked up at him. He looked down at me and I pecked his lips.

"And you're my bad boy, Zayn" I whispered.

THE END