Röda mattan med Zayn
zayn Malik Imagine ( ej skriven av mig )
Zayn sloppily grabbed your waist, pulling your body closer to his. “Come on baby, let’s get out of here!” he whispered in your ear, his breath reeking of alcohol. You pushed away against his chest, “Zayn, you’re so fucking drunk!” you said laughing. His drunken smile turned down, “So what? I’m at a party!” he yelled, raising his drink and taking another swing at it. “Why don’t you just sit down then? I wanna dance a little more,” you said, already moving back. “Fine,” Zayn mumbled, turning back to the bar. You rolled your eyes and ran back to the dance floor where Harry, Josh, and Emma were still dancing. “Where’s your boyfriend?” Josh asked mockingly, “He’s piss drunk, I told him to sit out for a bit,” you said calmly, starting to dance again. “He’s always drunk!” Harry said chuckling to himself. Your face dropped a bit and Emma noticed, “Don’t mind them Renna, they’re just jealous of him,” she murmured to you. You nodded and tried to forget their comments, getting lost in the music. “You wanna get some drinks?” she asked, you nodded and followed her to the bar. You looked around, Zayn wasn’t there. “So how are you and Zayn?” Emma asked, handing you a shot. You blushed, “It’s great.. He’s so sweet! I think I’m in love,” you said. “You guys are adorable!” she squealed, “Has he told you he loves you yet?” she asked. You shook your head and took your shot. “No.. That’s the only thing I’m worried about.. Well, I’m just hoping he’ll say it soon.” Emma nodded, “Maybe tonight?” she asked, you laughed, “He’s way too drunk!” You and Emma made your way back to the dance floor, dancing like crazy. You were just enjoying yourselves when Josh spun you around to face him. “Hey beautiful,” he whispered seductively in your ear. “Ummm..” you started, Josh didn’t let you finish. “I think maybe we should get out of here,” he said. You stepped back; he was even more drunk than Zayn! “Josh, I have a boyfriend…. And he just happens to be your friend, AND he’s here with me.. You should go!” you yelled over the music. Josh shrugged and moved his hand up your side, getting close to your boobs. You knocked his hand away, “Just leave me alone you perv!” you shouted, absently searching the crowd for Zayn. “Hey,” Josh said forcefully, grasping your chin and pulling your head to face his, “We don’t have to tell him!” he said smiling. You tried to pull his hand off your face but he was holding on tight. “Come on! Live a little!” he said, his grin growing wider. “Zayn!” you screamed, not knowing what to do. Josh laughed and took your hand, pulling you through the crowd. You suddenly spotted Zayn and the end of the bar. “Zayn!” you shrieked, he looked up. He had a confused look until he saw you. He quickly got up and ran toward you. Josh had noticed you pulling the other way and now turned to you. “Get off my girlfriend!” Zayn yelled, now close enough so you could hear him. Josh dropped your hand and you ran over to Zayn, falling into his arms. “What the fuck were you doing?!” Zayn said angrily to Josh. He shrugged, “I guess Renna isn’t as faithful as you thought,” he said smiling cruelly. You looked up at Zayn, he obviously didn’t believe him. “You wish! She wouldn’t even think of it!” he defended, putting his arm protectively around you. Josh just smiled smugly, “Well she was following me, wasn’t she?” he said. Zayn gritted his teeth and moved you behind him. His swung forward, throwing his fist forward at Josh. You could hear the crack when his fist collided with Josh’s face; it made you jump. Josh fell back, bringing his hands up to his face, “What the fuck!” he exclaimed. “That’s for trying to get with my girlfriend!” Zayn spat. He turned around and finally saw your face. His expression softened, “I’m sorry Renna..” he said quietly. People had moved away from the scene he had just caused, no one even looked your way. “It’s ok,” you said, “Thanks.” He smiled slightly and hugged you tight, “You wanna go home now?” he asked, you nodded and he led you out of the club. “I love you Renna…. You know that, don’t you?” he asked softly. Your heart fluttered and you looked down, your face turning a deep red. “I do now,” you said smiling, “I love you too Zayn,” you said looking back up in his face. Your heart beat fast and he leaned down to gently brush his lips against yours. You moved your arms around his neck and smashed your lips harder to his. You could feel him chuckle down in his throat. You broke away and he snaked his arm around your waist and you felt his hand move down to your back pocket. You beamed and put your arm around his waist, leaning your head against his shoulder. He kissed your head and you closed your eyes, “I love you so much.”
Zayn Malik Imagine ( ej skriven av mig )
You had noticed a bunch of twitter notifications that all said ‘wish you and Zayn were still together’ ‘I’m sorry he did that to you’ and all these other ones saying I’m sorry. You were so confused so you clicked on a link that a fan sent you. You opened it and played the video. You were surprised at it. It was Zayn and a girl making out in front of a coffee shop. A fan had got it on video and sent the link to you. You were surprised that Zayn of all people would do that to you. Tears ran down your cheeks, onto your laptop. The bad thing about this was that Zayn was on tour and wouldn’t be back for another week or so. You weren’t going to have an argument over the phone, while he was half way around the world. You just decided to wait and confront him when he gets home. You went and called your best friend and asked her to come over. When she got here you told her everything and since this was YOUR place, not Zayn’s you both started packing all his things, boxing them up and putting them at the door. Zayn had moved in to your flat about 9 months ago so he had a lot of his stuff here. She helped you everyday till Zayn got back. All of his stuff was in boxes waiting to be picked up. You had ignored most of Zayn’s texts and calls. Today was the day Zayn was suppose to get home. You waited on the couch watching TV till you heard the door open and Zayn’s voice fill the house. “Megan! I’m home!” he called through the house. When he reached the spot where all his boxes were he stopped dropping his suitcases on the ground. “what the hell is this?” he asked. You ignored him. “Hey Zayn!” the boys called coming through the door and into the living room where you sat. “hey boys!” you said giving them hugs but not hugging Zayn. “hey Megan!” they said. “so how was the tour?” you asked walking passed Zayn and into the kitchen getting 5 water bottles out and handing them to the boys, then one for you. Zayn came up behind you “can I talk to for a minute?” he asked. You nodded and walked away from the boys for a sec. “why in the hell is all my stuff in boxes?” he said angrily pointing the boxes. You crossed your arms over your chest “I don’t know why don’t you ask your self you cheating bastard!” you just let it all out. You yelling got the boys to look at you. Zayn eyes went big. “so it is true?” you whispered. He looked down, ashamed. “get your shit and leave. I never want to see you again!” you screamed. “your a cheating bastard! You know that malik!” you screamed at him. Till he had enough, to shut you up he slapped you across the face. Stinging coming to your cheek, you grabbed a hold of your cheek. You heard gasps from the boys. You took a step back scared to see what he was going to do next. Tears fell from your eyes, spilling over all the sadness, anger, betrayal and scaredness of what might happen next pouring from your eyes falling to your hard wood floors. “ZAYN!” said Harry walking over to you. Harry came up to you looking at you. “are you ok?” he whispered and went to touch you but you moved away. Harry looked at Zayn anger in his eyes. The boys followed and came over to you trying to help you but the only one you let touch you was Liam. “YOU CAN”T JUST HIT A GIRL!” said Liam walking your way, Niall came over and handed you a bag of ice. Zayn looked at you, hurt in his eyes at what he just did. Harry hit Zayn up beside the head “I think you should leave” said Liam calmly. Zayn just ran out in tears. The boys all came over checking to see if you were alright. You just cried into whoever grabbed you laying you on the couch. You eventually fell asleep in their arms, crying your self to sleep.
That night you woke up to banging on the door. All the boys were asleep on the floor. You sat up rubbing your eyes, before picking your feet up and walking to the door. You opened it to see Zayn with tear stained, red, puffy eyes and roses, with a bear that said I’m sorry. “what do you want Zayn?” “I wanted to apologize. It wasn’t right for me to hit you or kiss that girl. I just missed you and wanted to feel your lips on mine. When I saw her, she looked like you so I went up to her and kissed her. I pulled away knowing what I did was wrong. Hitting you was the worse thing I could have ever done to you. I really hope you can forgive me. Loosing you would kill me. I can’t think about you not being mine. Please forgive me?” He pleaded tears and sincere in his eyes. He held out the bear and roses. You thought about all the good times you had with Zayn. When it came to thinking about him not being with you, brought tears to your eyes. You thought about all these good things that had happened and this one mistake he had made. “I forgive you” you whispered looking down. He must have thought you said that you didn’t because he turned around and started walking before saying “I understand. I’ll be back-” You cut him off “I said I forgive you” you said a little louder. He turned around with a smile on his face. “really?” he asked. You held out your arms walking toward him. “Yes really” he wrapped his arms around you kissing you on the lips. “I love you Megan” “I love you to Zayn” You guys were back together and happy as ever. The next day you spent unpacking all his stuff.
CHRIS BROWN DON'T JUDGE ME
C.B sjöng Don't judge me och jag tänkte direkt på Zayn.
Allmänt om konseren: C.B var grym Live och det har alltid varit en barndoms dröm för mig och träffa honom så det var sjukt galet för mig, speciellt när han sjöng låten som Zayn gillade. Fick mig att känna ett speciellt band till Zayn när man får höra den live. Vet inte hur jag ska förklara känslan men den är underbar.
Blir bara jävligt irriterad på media som smutskastar honom hela tiden (CB ) och kränker honom (p.g.a det med Rihanna) Om Rihanna har förlåtit honom så kan la ni göra det så PLEASE BACK THE FUCK OFF, eller vad säger ni??
Ni andra då som var på konseren eller gillar Chris brown vad tycker ni om honom och konseren?
Dela gärna med er av era tankar. Är nyfiken...
SVAR PÅ TAL: ANLEDNINGEN TILL ATT KONSREN VAR SEN VAR FÖR ATT ALLA INTE HADE KOMMIT DIT ÄN ( ALLA FANS ), CHRIS BROWN DANSADE OCH SJÖNG MYCKET OCH DJN SPELADE PÅ RASTERNA NÄR HAN BYTTE OM SNABBT OCH DET VAR ALDRIG MER ÄN 1 MINUT SÅ VARFÖR SKA MAN DÖMA EN PERSONS PRIVAT LIV OCH BLANDA IN DET MED HANNS KARRIÄR, FÖRSTÅR NI VARFÖR JAG BLIR SÅ ARG. HATAR MEDIAN OCH HATAR SVERIGE FÖR ATT DE HAR FÖRSÖKT OCH BOJKOTTA HANS KONSER MEN TACK SÅ MYCKET CHRIS BROWN FÖR ATT DU HAR GJORT DET HÄR FÖR OSS ÄNDÅ, FÖR DINA FANS OCH VISAT ATT DU INTE BRYR DIG ETT SKIT OM NÅGON FUC**NG MEDIA!! peace out. ( oj blev ett argt inlägg men ibland kan de behövas )
Bilder ifrån konseren och min resa till Stockholm ( Globen ) kommer upp inom dem närmaste dagarna.
Zayn Malik Imagine ( ej skriven av mig )
You’re six years old, have scabs on your elbows, missing your two front teeth, and best friends with the boy who lives next door, Zayn.
He’s a year older, and never failed to tease you about it.
Zayn is a quiet young lad, always keeping to himself, and only speaking when spoken to. But when he’s with you, he’s completely different. A little boy full of energy and laughter. Both of your parents looked at you in wonder as they realized that you were the only human being alive who could bring that side out of him.
One sunny day in your backyard, you and Zayn swung on your swing set.
“Zayn,” You said. “Do you want to have a contest?”
As he swung his big chocolate brown eyes lit up in excitement. He always loved a challenge. “What kind of contest?”
“How about we jump out of our swings, and who ever flies farther, wins!”
“You’re on! I’ll go first.” He announced. He swung his legs hard, back and forth to get the swing higher. After three good pushes, Zayn flew out of his seat, and landed athletically on the balls of his feet. He cleared about eight yards.
“Beat that!” He called.
You smirked, knowing you could, and swung even higher than Zayn did. After gaining enough momentum, you squeezed your eyes shut, and let go.
You flew.
And flew.
Yes, you did beat Zayn, but what you didn’t do, was land as gracefully as he had managed to do. Your little knobby knees connecting with the ground, and you landed with a cry of pain.
“Owww!!!” You yelped.Crouching up, holding both knees, tears streamed down your face as the throbbing pain seemed to increase.
“san!” Zayn trotted over to you, and crouched down in front of you. “Are you okay?!” He asked, eyes full of worry and concern.
“My legs! They hurt Zee!” You always called him Zee in times of desperation. Your tears muffled your voice as you spoke.
Carefully, Zayn removed your hands from both of your knees, revealing light purple bruises starting to form. The sight made you cry harder.
“It hurts,” you whimpered.
He looked you in the eyes and knew what to do.
“Here,” He said. Zayn bent down slowly, and pressed his little soft lips gently to your right knee.
You stopped crying immediately. Pulling back and leaning down once more, he kissed your left knee softly as well. The pain was gone. All you could concentrate on was him. He looked back up at you.
“All better?”
The only thing you could manage was a nod.
Zayn smiled, and sat next to you, throwing an arm over your shoulder.
“My mum taught me that. It always works.” He said.
“They don’t hurt anymore. Thanks Zee,” You smile a toothless grin at your best friend.
“Don’t worry Sandy. I’ll always make it better.”
“I hope you’re my bestest friend forever!”
“I will be San.”
“Promise?”
“Pinky-promise.” He held his hand up and you linked pinkies, sealing the deal.
“You know,” He said “My mummy says that when you get married to someone, they stay together forever.”
“Really?”
“Sure. I’ll marry you. Then we’ll always be together.” He murmured. The thought of never losing your best friend put a wide smile on your face.
“Okay Zee.”
**** 12 Years later.
“Sandy! You look so pretty!”
You turn to see Safaa, your grooms little sister in the doorway of the bedroom.
“Thank you! Come here!” You crouch down and hold your arms out. She giggled and ran to you, jumping into your arms. Hugging her, you said “You’re prettier.”
“Oh never! That dress is really pretty Sand. You look like a princess.” She smiled. She looked so much like him when she did that.
“Thank you babe.” You set her down and brushed the hair out of her little ten year old face. “Are you excited?” You ask.
“Yes! Bubba said you’re going to be my new sister.” She always called her brother Bubba.
“Yes. I am. Is that okay?”
“Are you kidding? I can’t wait!”
“Good, because it’s happening right now.” You smile and grab her hand. “Let’s go.”
Down stairs, you hear the wedding march start, and your heart starts to race. Your father, wearing a classic tux, holds out his arms for you. With a tear in his eye, he says “Are you ready baby-girl?”
“I’ve been waiting for this since I was six Daddy. I’m ready.”
He nodded, and started to walk. You turned the corner, and found yourself in you childhood back yard. The sun was setting and the sky was painted a light shade of pink. Lights were strung on the trees and on the fence. Balloons and ribbons decorated the chairs, in which were inhabited by people, dress in suits and Sunday dresses. At the sight of you, they all stood and turned to stare. You blushed deeply, hating to be the center of attention.
But as you started to walk, all was forgotten once you saw him.
He stood at the end on the isle, in front of an alter, dressed in a tux. He was absolutely stunning. Your heart pounded in your ears as it swelled with love and passion. His soft black hair was styled downward, the little streak of blond peeking out underneath. Over the years, he had traded his chubby baby face for a strong masculine jaw, and sharp cheek bones. His gorgeous brown eyes creased with a smile as they saw and assessed you. His big white grin and perfect teeth never failed to take your breath away, and was doing a good job of it now. He was utterly perfect.
When you finally closed the space between you and him, and your father handed you off to your husband to be, you had never been more in love with Zayn Jawaad Malik before in your life.
‘I love you’ He mouthed.
“Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today..” The speech started. You were a bit impatient, just wanting to get to the I Do’s and the kiss. Definitely the kiss.
After the speech, and repeating everything had to, it was time for the vows. You went first. It was sweet and funny, making Zayn and the audience laugh with your sarcasm and wit. Soon after, it was his turn.
“Sandy,” He started. His voice was smooth and deep, giving you chills like it always did. “I promise to never stop loving you. I have loved you ever since we were kids. Always looking after you, protecting you from any harm. And now, as we wed, my love and protection for you will get stronger, and never weaken, for the rest of our long and happy lives together. Twelve years ago, on a Tuesday afternoon, I promised you that we would marry, and that we would always stay together. I have every intention to keep that promise. I’ve already done half of it,” He smiled and you laughed, with tears in your eyes at the beauty of his words. “I promise to always lift you when your down, and kiss your knees when they hurt. I love you Jess.”
You and the audience were speechless.
“Sandy, do you take Zayn to be your lawful wedded husband?”
“I do.” A tear escaped and traveled down your cheek. Zayn lifted his hand and brushed it away with his finger tips.
“Zayn do you take Sandy to be your lawful wedded wife?”
He smiled a heart breakingly beautiful smile, eyes never leaving yours he murmured barley audible, “I do.”
“You may kiss the bride.”
Within seconds, not soon enough, Zee’s lips were on yours. Kissing you deeply, forgetting the world.
