It's Not Over- ZAYN MALIK #DirtyImagine

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"(Y/N!)" they all screamed after me as I stomped down the hall. I swiped the card key but it didn’t open. I swiped it again, slowly this time and it opened. I went in before they all got to me and tried to slam the door, but someone put their foot there. 

"Move your foot!" I said, putting all my weight on the door.

"Open the door and I will." Niall said stubbornly. I yanked the door open and watched him let Zayn into the room. He stayed away from me as he walked by and Niall closed the door.

"Don’t touch me!" i screamed at him before he even raised his hands to touch me. He put his hands up in surrender, stepping back. “I don’t want to talk to you and I don’t care what you have to say." I said.

"(Y/N) she doesn’t mean anything." Zayn said.

"I don’t give a flippin’ shit Zayn! It’s my birthday and you were dancing on another girl." I said. “I mean who does that?" I mumbled, sitting down to take off my heels. Zayn stood up, coming towards me and I threw one at him. He ducked and it landed on the other side of the room.

"She wasn’t anything (Y/N) I’m with you." he said.

"No you’re not." I said, throwing my other one at him. “You can suck my dick!" I screamed. He stood up straight, glancing down at my lower regions. 

"(Y/N) We’ve been together for 9 months I don’t want us to throw this away. I was just dancing and she was just a fan." he said. “I wish you’d just calm down."

"I’m perfectly calm." i said, lowering my voice. Zayn came up to me and i let him. “Get away from me." I said through gritted teeth. 

"NO!" he screamed. I turned to him, my eyes widening. “You’re being a bitch. You’re bitching about something that’s not important. I’m not the reason you’re mad on your birthday. That’s all of your fault." he said. 

I pushed him away from me. “You’re such a dick! You’re the reason that i’m mad. How would you feel if I was dancing up on some guy on your next birthday?" I asked. 

"I wouldn’t care!" he said, pushing me against the wall. I pushed him off of me, putting my knees between us. “Because the way you’re being now I don’t even think I want to be with you." he said. 

I closed my mouth, not saying anything. His whole face expression turned into guilt. “I-I didn’t mean that." he said. I pushed him off of me, falling onto the ground. I got up and Zayn grabbed my hand. I yanked it away from his grip, pushing him away. "(Y/N) I love you." he said. I stopped before I was about to open the door. 

I turned around slowly, gazing at him standing only feet away from me. We’ve been dating for 9 months and he’s never said that to me. He’s always talking about how he has commitment issues and stuff and I never pushed him into anything but.. “I’m sorry." I said, turning to open the door. I don’t think I can be with him because that’s not all that comes with it. It comes with him being gone for months, traveling all the time, all of the hate his fans give, the media, the paparazzi. I’m just an 18 year old girl I don’t want this all.

Everyone’s been saying I’m stupid for being with him because all he’s doing is cheating on me. I’ve never believed it though because I know Zayn’s been trying to stay in this relationship with me. I’m just so done with everything. Zayn grabbed my hand, turning me around. He smashed his lips on mine, slamming me against the door. I kissed back too, I can’t keep away from him like this. When he does these things it just makes it so hard. I pulled his shirt off as he unzipped my dress. Zayn and I have only had sex 2 times. It would’ve been way more if he was here more, but unfortunately no. 

"It isn’t over." he whispered, digging his nails into my waist. He ripped my dress down my body and picked me up. It fell off my feet and i wrapped my legs around him. He pushed me against the door again, pulling my straps over my shoulders. He kissed down to my boobs and unclipped my bra. I pulled it off my arms, throwing it to the side. He wrapped his lips around my nipple, sucking it into his mouth. I bit on my lip as Zayn brought me to the bed. He laid me down pulling his mouth away. He undid his pants and yanked my underwear down my legs and off my feet. 

"Zayn." I said, but he just leaned down down, kissing over my skin. He ran his tongue up between my breasts and to my neck. He bit down on my soft spot, making me bite my lip hard. He pulled back, standing up straight, 

"You’re soaking." he said, running his finger over my entrance. I let on a moan, scooting back. He grabbed my ankles, pulling me back towards him. “Who did this?" he teased. I didn’t say anything and he pushed a finger into me. 

"You did!" I exclaimed, moving my hips into it. He pulled out, sucking his finger into his mouth. “You did baby, you did." I said again. He pushed his pants down his legs. I could see his hard on sticking up through his boxers. I sat up, pressing my lips on his v-line. V-lines are the outcome of working out or a lot of sexual exercises. This shows things. He pushed his boxers down and stepped out of them. I wrapped my hands around his length. I lost my virginity with a guy in high school but the first time I had sex with Zayn hurt more than that because Zayn is way bigger than him.

"Condom." I said. He leaned down, grabbing his pants. He took a pack out of his back pocket and ripped it open with his teeth. He rolled it down his length and shoved me back down onto my back.

"I’ve been waiting for this for 3 months." he whispered in my ear. He slammed into me, making me scream. He pulled out and slammed back in harder. I scratched at the sheets, gripping tightly so i could hear them ripping. “Fuck you’re tight." he muttered. 

"Shit!" I screamed. He spread my legs wider, giving him better access. He put my feet over his shoulder, going faster. I could already feel something tightening inside of me. “Zayn!" I screamed his name. “Oh-fuck-shit." I stuttered. Zayn leaned down, kissing me again. At this point I could here the head board banging and Zayn’s pace wasn’t slowing down. He put my legs around his waist, locking them around so he could go in deeper. 

"I’m almost there." I whispered. I bit my lips harder. 

"Let go." Zayn whispered, kissing my forehead. I did as he said as everything seems to be spinning. I closed my heads, forcing my head back into the bed. I felt Zayn cum inside of me just as I was finished. He groaned loudly. “Fuck." he breathed out.He pulled out slowly and took off the condom. He got off the bed and went to throw it away. He stood there for a couple of seconds before he came back. I put my legs down and he laid next to me. He kissed me again, rubbing circles on my thigh.

"I love you too." I whispered, kissing his jaw and then resting my head on his chest.

*1 month later* 

"Zayn." I said. He came out of the bathroom, running his fingers through his hair. I turned to my side, holding my shirt up. 

"Yeah?" he asked, hugging me from behind. He kissed my shoulders lightly, moving my butt over his package. 

"Uhm yeah." i said, backing him up. I turned around. 

"What’s wrong?" he asked. I looked down at my stomach. I’m a week late on my period and I think there’s a baby growing inside of me. I don’t know what to say. "(Y/N)?" he said, waiting for me to say something. 

"Baby names girl and boy." I said. He looked up, thinking for a second.

"Cameron and Jacob." he shrugged. 

"I like Cameron…" I mumbled, turning back to the mirror. 

"Why?" he asked. 

"Because i’m a week late on my period and my stomach is growing." I said. He turned my body to his, his eyes widening. 

"What?" I nodded my head and he threw his arms around me tightly, picking me up into the air. He spun me around and I laughed, wrapping my legs around his waist. “You’re kidding." he said. I shook my head no and he set me down. 

"But you knew this would happen." I said. 

"What makes you say that?" he asked.

"You knew the condom broke that night. I saw you throw it away."

"Maybe." he said.

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