Zayn Malik Imagine For Jessica "Jess ?” You open your eyes slowly, squinting through the sunlight to see Zayn lying next to you in bed. “Hi there,” you whisper softly, drinking in the smile on his face. “Morning, boo.” “What are you doing here? I thought you had to go record?” You yawn and turn over so that you’re laying with your head on his chest. “We can’t all record at the same time. I just told them that, since I wasn’t recording today, I’d just skip out coming into the studio.” “You didn’t have to,” you say half-heartedly. Zayn can tell that you don’t agree with what you’re saying and laughs. He kisses you on the forehead and gets up. “I’ll make you some breakfast. Come on and get up!” “Is that a threat?” You call as you get out of bed. You hear Zayn laugh sarcastically and you wander into the kitchen of his flat. “You’re funny, Jess,” he calls back. When you find him, he’s measuring out flour into a bowl. At first, he seems to be doing okay— after all, how hard is it to mess up pancake batter? But when he dumps the flour out four times because it didn’t measure out perfectly, you take over for him. “At this rate, my stomach will eat me alive before the batter gets done. Go get a pan and I’ll take care of this.” You start mixing the batter, singing absently as you work. The batter is mixed and with the pan heated up, you start making pancakes. Before long, there’s a couple of huge stacks of them ready to eat and you turn around to Zayn staring at you. “What?” You ask, blushing and feeling self-conscious. “Nothing. I just love watching you is all, boo. I love hearing you sing, too.” You blush even harder, knowing you don’t sing well at all. When you mention this, he shrugs. “Well, I guess love makes us deaf as well as blind!” You pout and he grins at you, starting to crack more jokes while you try to find everything you need to sit down and eat. When you’ve had enough, you snap, “Make another joke and I’ll mess up your hair.” That shuts him up and he starts to eat, choosing to compliment you by wolfing down his pancakes. You get to eat a couple of them but have to go back and make more after Zayn finishes his plate and watches you with a pitiful expression. A sudden knock at the door surprises both of you and you send Zayn to go answer it. It doesn’t take long for the voices of four boisterous band members to make their way down the hall to you. “Heads up! I guess they found out I was skipping out and took the day off,” Zayn announced, hugging you from behind and kissing your cheek. “Sorry, love. I didn’t know this’d happen.” You shrug slightly. “Well, if I’ve got four more mouths to feed, I should probably get to work,” you say with a smile as Louis comes over and greets you with a kiss to the top of your head. “Hey there, Jessica ! Need some help?” “No, but it’s not like you’ll leave even if I say so,” you joke. Louis makes a dramatic gesture and shoos Zayn away, claiming that the two of you need time for ‘girl talk’. “How are you, Louis?” “Funny, that. I was going to ask you the same thing,” he replies. You look up at him and he’s sitting on the counter, watching Zayn talk to the other boys, and after flipping a pancake, you start to watch them too. “I’m fine.” You think for a moment as you watch Zayn and smile to yourself. “I’m more than fine. I’m really happy.” Louis smiles, looking at you for a moment before getting down from the counter and hugging you. “I’m glad of that. Tell me if he’s ever being a jerk and I’ll take care of him for you, okay?” You hug Louis back, smiling at how protective he’s being. “All right, I will. But he never is.” The two of you watch the others, and you can’t help but feel a surge of affection as you watch Zayn talk to them. Zayn looks over and while he looks somewhat alarmed at Louis’s arm around you, he sees your expression and his face is completely lit up with his smile. Neither of you is sure how long this goes on until Harry shoves him playfully, asking, “You two need a moment? Or a room?” You look down shyly and Zayn heads straight over for you to envelop you in a hug. You hug him back tightly and look into his eyes. “I love you,” you whisper. His eyes grow wide and he somehow looks even happier than before. “I love you too, Jessica. I love you so much, boo,” he whispers back, kissing your forehead gently before kissing your lips. The two of you feel arms wrap around you and you realize that Louis is hugging you as well. “I love you guys as well! But Jess, the pancakes are burning.” With a gasp, you turn around and try to save the pancakes as you spend the day with some of your favourite people.
Posted on: Fri, 23 Aug 2013 12:21:40 +0000