Personal #Imagine (Zayn Malik). Dedicated to @ardiananana_1D
You sat on the plush chair with your legs folded as you watched the tv's lights blare. An interview with your boyfriend's band was about to premiere. You were-for some strange reason-excited about this interview. Your boyfriend, well known as Zayn Malik, told you that he would be home as soon as possible for something special.
You and Zayn have been dating for a year now. You moved in together a while back and everything was sailing on smooth waters. Well, only one factor made the trip a bit bumpy.
Zayn never said he loved you.
You both knew you were in love and it was obvious. But you had never really said it to him or him to you. It was like it wasn't needed really. Though, you really wanted him to truthfully speak those three words.
Quickly, the five boys you had grown to love were each sitting in their own chair on the screen. The interview seemed pretty normal. The boys were having a blast with the interviewer, Andy, until he brought up a certain question which left Zayn holding a tight face.
"So who here has girlfriends?" Andy asked, placing a hand under his tan chin for support. Louis, Liam, and Zayn all let their arms rise. "What are their names?" Andy smiled.
"Danielle." Liam said proudly with a loving look in his puppy eyes. A smile reaped onto your face as he mentioned her with such adoration.
"Eleanor." Louis grinned. The smile had grown bigger at the care in his voice.
"Ardiana." Zayn said proudly. Your smile was stretched across your face at this point. Zayn looked into the camera and grinned, almost knowing you were watching.
"Do you love her?" Andy asked, more quietly, in general. Liam and Louis immediately nodding but, Zayn was stuck. The smile had erased itself from his face and there was no movement what so ever.
"Zayn, do you love her?" Andy asked to him with his dark eyebrows raising. Zayn bit his lip and shrugged.
Those two words made your world come crashing down. You have been together with Zayn for a whole year and he doesn't know if he loves you yet?! Andy concluded the interview and you snapped the tv off. You bolted up the long staircase and into the room you shared with Zayn.
You slammed the closet open and pulled out your suitcase. Tears formed in your large eyes while you threw all your belongings in the big bag. You loved Zayn so much but he didn't feel the same way? Was over a year not long enough? You didn't care at this point. All you wanted was to get away from that...boy.
After a half hour of ranting to yourself and throwing random things in your suitcase, you zipped it up and made your way down the steps. But as soon as your foot hit the last step, the boy with the jet black hair had walked in.
When Zayn saw you, his mouth fell. He stormed over and grabbed the suitcase's handle from your grip and gave you a shocked look.
"You're leaving me?" He asked in a barely audible voice. You nodded and grabbed the suitcase back from him. You tried to walk out, but Zayn's tall figure blocked the door.
"Zayn, move." You said through gritted teeth. Zayn shook his head with fear.
"Why are you leaving me?" Zayn said with sorrow.
"You should know." You spat at him. You decided to leave out the back door. You quickly spun and ran towards the back. Luckily, you got out. On your way around to your car up front, you saw Zayn leaning against it.
Holding the keys.
"I don't understand, baby." Zayn barely whispered. Part of you wanted to run up to him and kiss him forcefully, assuring him that you'll stay. The other part told you to stay grounded. You listened to the latter.
"Don't call me that." You snapped at the older boy. Hurt flashed through his brown eyes.
"Just tell me why you're leaving me. Then I'll let you go." Zayn said. That's when you broke. You dropped your suitcase and put your hands to your face. Large tears dripped onto your skin as you cried. You looked up at Zayn with a blurred vision due to crying.
"Was a year not long enough?" You screamed. "I gave you everything! I loved you with everything I was and had and am! Yet you don't know if you love me? Damnit Zayn I'm in love with you and have been ever since we met! But apparently the feelings aren't mutual." You cried out. It felt like your heart was being torn from your chest. Soon, you fell to the ground, kneeling. The green grass lay under your legs as you cried into your hands. As much as you didn't like it, familiar strong arms wrapped around you.