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these four little fuckers literally messed up my life. i can’t stop hearing about them, thinking about them and i’ve listened to them so far at least more than once everyday. they’ve consumed my life and IT’S UNHEALTHY AS FUCK AND YET I CAN’T STOP BC THEY’RE SLOWLY EATING UP MY SOUL
LOVE ME 5SOS
you know you’re a fan of Supernatural when you can’t listen to Eye Of The Tiger the same way again
me walking into school back from summer vacation
Long Zayn Malik Imagine:
Liam and I were walking downtown early in the morning. It must have been ten o’clock. I was wearing a black hoodie with my red and white snapback. I put on my glasses as well so that people wouldn’t recognize me. Liam did the same but had a white hoodie and a blue and green snapback. We saw the Urban Outfitters and walked in.
Liam: “Did we make the right choice coming here by ourselves?”
Zayn: *grins* “Our body guards are literally 3 minutes away from us.”
Liam: “But we didn’t ask them to come.”
Zayn: “Well you know those pricks at modest. Not a single hair on our head can be touched.” *rolls eyes* “I’m so sick of them controlling us.”
Liam: *shrugs* “We signed the contract bruh.”
Zayn: *sighs* “I know but we’re not the same as we were four years ago. I get that we have a young audience but most of them are teenagers. They grew up with us. Modest should understand that and shove the whole ‘boyband’ image up their ass. Honestly they don’t go around bossing 5sos.”
Liam: “I guess because 5sos are different from us. Like our whole music and image are different.”
Zayn: “I just wish that they would stop treating us like kids and thinking that our only audience are young 10 year old girls and that we need to have this perfect reputation of being the ‘perfect’ boyband.”
Liam: “Well mate we just got live with it.”
I sighed and started walking around towards the men section. I turned my head and noticed this pretty girl on the other side of the room. She was wearing a red leather skirt/overall with white converse and a white 1D shirt. I noticed she was looking at the skater skirts. Her eyes widened as she lifted the tag and she mumbled something to herself. She then started trying out different hats. I grinned to myself because she was making these silly faces as she tried them on.
An employee came up to her and couldn’t help but to over hear.
Employee: “Miss, you can’t try on the accessories unless you buy them.”
You: “Oh sorry, I didn’t know. I was wondering if you were hiring.”
Employee: *smiles* “Not at the moment but you can leave your CV. I’ll be glad to take it and give it to my boss.”
You: *takes out and gives CV* “Thank you.”
She started walking away and I saw her leave the store. The employee rolled her eyes as she left and was about to put her CV in the garbage.
Zayn: *walks to her* “Why would you lie?”
Employee: “What do you mean?”
Zayn: “Don’t throw the CV out.”
Employee: “Sir this isn’t any of your—-“
Zayn: *take glasses and hoodie off* “I’m a-a-a good friend of hers. I feel sorry for you if you don’t hire her. Liam are you almost done?”
Liam: “Yeah I’m good.”
Employee: “Wait you’re—-“
Zayn: “Have a nice day.”
Walking outside, Liam just looked at me.
Zayn: *stares blankly* “What?”
Liam: “What was that?”
Zayn: “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
Liam: “You stood up for that girl, even if you didn’t know her?”
Zayn: “People in this society need to cut some slack on others. They expect so much from them. Honestly it’s quiet sad like how can you start somewhere if no one gives you the opportunity?”
Liam: *smirks* “Yeah sure, that’s why.”
Zayn: *squints eyes* “She was a fan.”
Liam: “Oh I noticed. But I saw the way you kept staring at her.”
Zayn: *rolls eyes* “This isn’t some kind of chick flick alright? Shit happens, so I saw a pretty girl.”
Zayn: *stares* “Was that supposed to mean?”
Liam: *grins* “Oh nothing mate I’m just messing with you.”
Zayn: “Well I’m going to go back to the hotel. Just relax before rehearsals.”
Liam: “Cool think I’m going to walk a little more.”
Zayn: “Nice see ya later bruh.”
My feet were so sore they ached to point I wanted to stab both feet. I had been walking all around downtown just to find a damn job. The day of the concert I was looking for a job how sad. The worst part was no store or restaurant was hiring and even if they said they were, they were probably lying to me.
I made my way to the hotel where I was staying for the night because of the concert and job hunting. I was finally going to see my boys. The feeling was hitting me really slowly but hard. I couldn’t help but to scream internally.
I walked towards the elevators and press the up button. Waiting for it to descend, I checked my notifications on tumblr and twitter. Zayn had just tweeted:
‘@zaynmalik: hard life for us young people in society’
I tweeted him back that society is fucked up that way. The elevator doors finally opened and I entered. This one strange looking guy was jogging for the elevator so I held it for him. He walked in and mumbled a ‘thanks’ and stood beside me. He must have been at least 5”9 and he looked really good. I couldn’t see much because he was literally covered from head to toe. He clicked the 20 button and I swore under my breath. We were both on the same floor. When the door finally opened he looked at me.
Zayn: *hand gesture* “Ladies first.”
You: *smiles shyly* “Yeah um thanks.”
I walked and found my room. I looked inside my bag and my heart froze. Digging and searching through my bag panicky, I kept telling myself that the keys were there. I realized I had forgotten the keys.
You: “This can’t be happening are you serious?”
I stared at her from the back on the way to my room. I noticed she was at the end of the hall and she said something to herself. She put her hands on her face and sighed very loudly.
You: “Why do these things always happen to me? Where is my mom anyway…” *smacks hand on head* “How can I forget. She went out to grab some coffee with her friend who’s visiting the area. Great I’m locked out of my room.”
She put her head against the door and slid down to the floor. She was sitting there with her face buried in her hands and shaking her head. I walked up to her and touched her shoulder.
You: *spits* “Can I help you? I’m kind of in a dilemma right now.”
Zayn: *taken back* “Actually, I was going to offer you to come to my room. But hey if you want—-.”
You: “Um no thanks…”
Zayn: *spits back* “Ok fine then you can stay here all day until someone arrives with a key.”
You: *pouts* “You’re a stranger and for all I know you can rape me.”
Zayn: *rolls eyes* “Or I can give you shelter and something to drink in the meantime you wait for someone to come.”
You: “I can’t believe I’m doing this.” *gets up* “Ok let’s go but don’t touch me.”
Zayn: *chuckles* “Oh I wasn’t planning on it.”
I followed the stranger angrily to his room which was on the other side of the hall. He opened the door and I nervously fidgeted. I slowly scratched my arm up and down and bit my lip.
You: *sighs* “Look sorry if I came off rude. I just have this concert tonight and—-“
He was taking off his glasses and snapback with his back face towards me. Then I saw him pull off his hoodie over the top of his head. His white t-shirt lifted just enough to see the muscles on his back. His arms were so defined and tatted to the max. I noticed the big red and yellow ‘ZAP’ tattoo and I almost fell over. He turned around and did I mention I almost fell?
Zayn: *smiles* “You don’t need to apologize. You’re just stressed and worried. Please take a seat.”
My eyes widened and teary, I slowly walked to the couch. My chest felt like it was being pressed on. I felt horrible damn these stupid mood swings. What was happening, was this even real? Am I having one of those amazing dreams? How was Zayn even real, he looked better in person and that was really hard to believe because he was like perfect.
Zayn: “Would you like water or anything?”
You: “Um actually I think I need to sit down.”
I slowly sat down and tried processing in my brain what was happening. Was I really here? Was I being Punk’d? He just kept staring at me as he grabbed himself a glass of water. My heart was literally going to burst through my chest. I thought I was about to puke. He came over and sat beside me. I already started feeling all nervous and sweaty ew. I couldn’t stop shaking like a damn chihuahua. He just looked over at me and smiled. I couldn’t help but to look away before he noticed that I was blushing.
You: *touches hair* “I’m really sorry for the way I spoke to you—-“
Zayn: “No harm done. So I don’t think I got your name.”
You: *stutters* “It’s [y/n].”
Zayn: “Nice [y/n] so—-” *smirks*
You: *speaks quickly* “I don’t want you thinking I’m some kind of obsessive stalking fan. I only bumped to you in the elevator alright? It’s just a coincidence that I’m a fan wearing your merch.” *sighs* “You probably think I’m going to cry now or something which I will most probably. I just don’t know whether to say how amazing you are or—-“
Zayn: *chuckles* “You talk a lot.”
You: *breathes* “Sorry I have a tendency of doing that when I get nervous.”
Zayn: “Don’t be sorry, it’s actually quite flattering not going to lie.” *grins*
You: “I can’t believe I’m meeting you, actually talking to you.”
Zayn: *smiles* “Come here.” *opens arms and pulls me in* “Without you guys, we wouldn’t be where we are and we’re grateful for that.”
You: *tearing* “You guys mean the world to me. I love you all so much you have gotten me through things I would have never been able to face on my own.”
Zayn: *let’s go of you* “That’s the sweetest thing anyone has ever said to me. Hey love please don’t cry.”
He brought his hand to my cheeks and with his thumb wiped the tears. For just a second, I saw him look at me in a strange way. My stomach got butterflies just by staring at him. He removed his thumb a bit too quickly.
Zayn: “Whatever you do, don’t ever let anything bring you down. I’m glad to hear I’ve helped you in some way.”
You: *sniffles* “I know I look like a total mess but I’m so happy. I was wondering can I take a picture with you?”
Zayn: *smiles* “Yeah no problem.”
Nervously I reached my phone inside my skirt/overall pockets. I couldn’t even hold it without making it seem that there was an earthquake occurring.
Zayn: “Would you like it if I took the picture?”
You: *gives phone* “OMG please I’m to nervous to take it.”
We took the first one just smiling. Then we took so many that we lost count. About two hours have gone by. He slipped his hand around my waist and kissed me on the cheek. I was shaking because he was so beautiful and made me feel this sort of way.
You: *blushes* “Do you mind if I kiss you on the cheek?”
Zayn: “Of course not love.”
I kissed him on the cheek and I finally notice his scent. He smelled like smoke mixed with some after shave. I think I almost peed myself. He handed the phone back.
Zayn: “I know you didn’t get 5/5 selfies but—-“
You: *smiles* “Are you kidding me? I got to take a bunch of selfies and meet my fave I—-“
I shut my mouth right away before I said anything else. I looked away completely embarrassed. Not embarrassed of the fact I was a Zayn girl but the fact I had just said it out loud to my fave.
Zayn: *grins* “I’m your sunshine?”
You: *turns red* “You know about that term?”
Zayn: “I might not go on twitter often but I don’t live under a rock.”
Zayn: *takes yin yang necklace off* “Here.”
Zayn: “Take it.”
You: “I can’t do that, it’s yours I would feel so bad taking it.”
Zayn: “Oh just turn around.”
I turned around, my back facing towards him. I felt the cold amulet against my skin as he put it around my neck. I could feel his fingers lightly on my neck, as he moved my hair to one side to attach the necklace. I got goosebumps just thinking about it.
Zayn: “You can turn around.”
You: *smiles and turns around* “This is the best thing ever,” *touches amulet* “Thank you so much Zayn.” *hugs him quickly*
Zayn: *smiles* “I really hope you like it.”
You: *let’s go* “Why give it to me though?”
Zayn: “Everyone deserves a little something from their fave right?” *smiles*
You: “Thank you so much. Well I should probably go check to see if my mom has come already. By the way I know how you like to keep things private so I won’t post all the selfies and stuff like that.”
Zayn: “You can tell everyone about it. I don’t care.” *smiles*
You: *grins* “Ok.”
I walked towards the door and I opened it. I started walking away until I heard him.
Zayn: *at the door* “Hey!”
You: *looks around*
Zayn: “Why don’t you come back, in like two hours?”
You: *screeches* “WHAT ZAYN OMG WHY DON’T YOU HAVE TO GET READY FOR A CONCERT?”
Zayn: “It’s only noon, I only have to be at the stadium at 4.”
You: “OK I’LL BE HERE FOR TWO.”
I went out and bought some frozen pizzas and beverages. I also bought cheese tortellini with rosee sauce. I didn’t want her to starve and I was kind of hungry. I texted all the boys at the same time.
Zayn: ‘Mates can you guys kill another two hours?’
All four: *reply* ‘What for?’
Zayn: “just need to be alone i got frozen pizza for later x’
Louis: ‘it’s cool. i’m with eleanor. :)’
Harry: ‘i’m pretty sure i’m lost so yeah’
Niall: ‘just lost with harry’
Liam: ‘still walking around see ya laterr’
Smiling to myself, I put my phone in my back pocket and make my way to the hotel. When I got back to my room, I organized a few things. I changed into my Iron Maiden tank top shirt with black ripped jeans. I went into the washroom and trimmed my beard and fixed my hair.
The next thing you knew I heard the doorbell ring. Enthusiastically I walked to the door. I smiled but when I opened it, Liam just stood there. My smile faded.
Liam: *raises eyebrow* “What aren’t you glad to see me?”
Zayn: “I thought you were walking?”
Liam: “I was until I realized I forgot my wal—- you smell good.”
Zayn: *hesitates* “Yeah, it’s this cologne my mom got me—-“
Liam: “You trimmed your beard and fixed your hair… Zayn are you having someone over? Is that the real reason why you want us to not come?”
Zayn: “You have your wallet right? Well you can be on your way.” *pushing him out*
Liam: “Fine I’ll stop bugging ya. Bye.”
He walked out the door and I sighed loudly in relief. I went to the kitchen and started boiling the water. I heard the doorbell ring and left the lid on. I opened and there she was. She changed her shirt to a simple white crop top but kept her leather burgundy skirt/overall. She accompanied them with these black pumped heels/booties. To match that she had her black swoosh fedora hat. She fixed her make up and I noticed she added some eyeliner on the top of her eyes. She had on a dark rich red lipstick as well. I noticed she still had my necklace on. She retouched her hair and she looked so good.
Zayn: *grins* “You look great.”
You: *blushes* “Thank you.”
Zayn: “Well come in. I was starting to make some pasta but I got interrupted so we’re going to be having dinner a little later than I planned. By the way, you can take off your shoes. Seems like you can kill yourself in those.”
You: *walks in and takes off shoes* “You’re cooking?”
Zayn: “I’m starving and I assume your mom told you that you can prepare your own lunch.”
You: *smirks* “You couldn’t be more right.”
Zayn: “So take a seat while I get the food done.”
You: “Um Zayn I want to help.” *smiles* “Please?”
Zayn: “Sure if you want, you can heat up the sauce.”
You: “I can do that.”
I walked by him and took out the sauce from the bag. He had the pan out for the sauce already so I added in. I turned on the stove and started moving it around with a spoon. I added a bit of water and pepper so that it wasn’t so thick. I was staring at him as he opened the tortellinis and poured them in the boiling water. He looked so concentrated which was really cute. This was actually quiet unbelievable but I wasn’t as nervous anymore. He took a wooden spoon and started moving it around. He turned his head my way and I realized he caught me staring at him.
Zayn: “What?” *smirks*
You: *looks away* “Was just looking to see if you knew how to do it.”
Zayn: *smiles to himself*
It took about twenty minutes for the food to be done. We ate and just spoke about the most random things it was quiet nice. Of course I was always nervous or self conscious but like who wouldn’t?
It took about twenty minutes for the food to be done. We ate and just spoke about the most random things it was quiet nice. Of course I was always nervous or self conscious but like who wouldn’t be?
I picked up my plate and walked to the sink. He started washing his dish first. And right at the end, he took the small hose and pointed at me. I felt the cold water trickle on the side of my white shirt. My lacy black bra was exposed from the side and I blushed furiously.
Zayn: *raises eyebrow* “Nice bra.”
You: *blushed even more* “So that’s how it’s going to be?”
I rushed to the washroom and took a cup of water. I ran back to the kitchen where he was hiding behind the counter where the sink was. He got up and I soaked his whole front shirt. I saw the outline of his abdomens and chest. He was seriously attractive.
I was laughing while he took the hose and started aiming for me. He was laughing too. I went behind the counter to get more water but I had no chance. He splashed me with water all over my upper half of my body. I grabbed his hand (the one which was holding the hose) With my left hand so I could stop him. We were both fighting as we tried to take possession of the hose.
Zayn: “There’s no way you’re getting the hose.”
You: “Don’t underestimate me.”
All of a sudden, he leaned in super fast and gave me a quick peck on the lips. My heart stopped, it was so quick that I didn’t have time to think. I was not only letting go of the hose but I was falling. Shit I must have slipped on some water. I grabbed his left hand in my right and pulled him down with me.
You: “Two can play this game.”
We both fell on our asses and started laughing hysterically.
You: *laughs* “I told you I can play dirty.”
Zayn: *laughs* “I believe you.”
You: “This is going to be so hard to clean up.”
Zayn: “Seriously what were we thinking.”
Our laughs slowly start to die and he just kept looking at me. I nervously put my hair behind my ear. Blush was rising up to my cheeks. My heart started pounding so hard and I was able to feel the heat rise to my ears. He just started at me for the longest time until he said.
Zayn: “Give me your hand.”
I did as he asked and felt goosebumps form on my arm. We both helped each other up. I sat on the edge of the counter and started wiping off the water under my feet.
You: “My feet are disgusting like they’re so dirty.”
But he wasn’t paying attention to that. He took the little towel hanging on the stove and made his way to me. He cracked a little smile as he stood on the edge of the counter in between my legs. I looked down at him as he brought the towel to my skirt and started wiping it. I got antsy when he would wipe on my legs. Then he looked up at me for approval and I nod. He made his way up to my waist while wiping the rest of the water. My mind was buzzing and I felt fire shoot through me with his touch.
You: *smiles shyly* “This was a lot of fun. Thank you for everything I couldn’t be more grateful.”
Zayn: “Um yeah I’m glad you liked my indoor water park.” *winks*
You: “Obviously that was the best part. Can you pass me the towel? I kinda need to wipe my face.”
Zayn: “Yeah sure here.” *gives towel* “I’ll go get another one for the floor and myself.”
I went to the washroom to grab a couple of towels. I hadn’t noticed that my shirt was sticking to my chest. I took it off and wiped my chest and put it back on. I didn’t want [y/n] to think I was only using her. I was walking towards the kitchen about to say something but I kept my mouth shut. She had unattached the suspenders from the overall/skirt and her white wet shirt was exposed. I was able to see her entire chest including her lacy black bra. She looked over at me and I looked down.
You: “Oh great you have the towels pass me one please?”
Zayn: “Yeah sure.”
I made my way around the counter and gave her one. I was trying very hard not to look at her chest. I placed a bunch of towels on the floor and let them soak up the water. I looked over her and she was dabbing the towel in her face and neck. I walked up to her and took the towel from her. We were face to face and I tried to steady my breathing.
Zayn: “Your shirt is um—-“
You: *looks down and blushes* “I’m so sorry I didn’t even no—-“
I didn’t let her finish. I dropped the towel and my right hand found her left cheek. I leaned in and let myself embrace her.
He guided my head to lean in and my lips touched his. I felt dizzy and I didn’t know how to process it. His kiss was so soft and gentle I almost was afraid I was going to melt. He slowly brought his hands to my waist and wrapped his arms tightening his embrace. My cold wet breasts were squeezed against his chest. I couldn’t help but to deepen the kiss. A groan escaped his throat and his tongue slipped into my mouth. I was throbbing and wrapped my arms around his neck. I felt his hands wonder down to my ass while wrapped my legs around his waist. I let my fingers run through his hair on the back of his head as I kissed him. I pressed my body against him even more. We didn’t even hear the door open.
that one band that always leaves you sexually frustrated
5sos : “Yeah sorry that would be us.”
can you imagine having sex with your fave?
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