Imagine for Hanna. Imagine: It’s your birthday and you and your friends are having a party later to celebrate. Your friends begin to text you that they are coming over, and then your doorbell rings. You smile and skip over to the door. You take a breath and open the door to see Zayn. “Hey zayn, glad you made it,” you said. “Me too” he chuckled. “You’re the first to arrive so you can just hang out until they arrive” you said. “Sure” he says cheerfully. “So what did ya get me” you ask nudging his arm. “Not telling you yet, you have to wait, “ he sings. “But Zayyynnnn” you whine. “Not telling, but your gona like it” he brags. “You’re an ass” you complain. “I know,” he says. You grown and throw your self on the couch, with your face in the pillows. A few moments later, you feel weight on your back. “ZAYN.GET.OFF.ME.” you yell. “no” he protests. You grown and begin to role off the couch to get him off you. Then the door rings and all your friends arrive. “hey guys, zayn is already here so all of us made it” “cool” you best friend exclaims. “Present time” you yell as you gather up in the living room. You open up all the presents, but Zayn’s. He hands you a card and you open it. Dear, Y/N We have been friends since as long as I can remember, and I enjoyed every moment we had together. As we grew older I began to relies that I had more feeling for you than just a friend. And I wasn’t quiet sure how to ask you, but here it is. Y/N will you be mine? ~Zayn You lookup at zayn, and he was looking at you with curious and nervous eyes. “Yes” you say and stand up and give him a hug. Your friend’s look at you both questionly, and you give them the letter, and after they are done reading it they squeal, and the boys give zayn a pat on the back. ~Sydney
Posted on: Wed, 04 Sep 2013 03:14:33 +0000