One direction love story

Zayn Malik

How you met: You sat at a table in a cafe, sketcing an unsuspecting person. One of the guys who sat at the table with the guys you were drawing continuallly looked at you. He was cute, and you could tell he was shy because everytime you've caught him staring at you, which was alot, he blushed and turned away.You finally were finished, and you signed the bottom of the sketch. As you did most times when you drew people you didn't even know, you would give them the picture, but you felt this time you needed to give a little more.You walked over to the table, and interupted the conversation."Excuse me, sorry," you said, handing te paper down to the boy you drew. "I don't know if you noticed, but I drew you, and I want you to have it.""Oh, thankyou," he said in his thick English voice, his curls bobbing as he stared at the sketch. "You're a really good drawer. I'm Harry, by the way. And this is Zayn, Louis, Niall and Liam.""_______," you smiled. you leaned down to Harry's ear, and whispered to him. "There's a little something extra on the back for your friend, Zayn."Harry's eyebrows rose as he turned over the page. As you began to walk away, you waved at the guys, giving a wink towards Zayn.

How he asked you out: It had been a week since then, and Zayn had called non-stop. You didn't answer any of his calls, you were to busy to catch up right now, with uni and random sketches. You did occassionally listen to his voice mails, and it made you giggle at his cuteness. You were doing the dishes in your small apartment, when you heard a knock on the door."Coming!" you shouted, slowly jogging up to the front door. Unlocking, then opening, you stood back in shock. Zayn stood there, a smile on his face."You haven't answered my calls," he said, almost hurt."How did you find out where I live?" You asked, looking around the house nervously."Phone book," Zayn answered simply with a shrug. "What bother me, though, is not the fact that you haven't answered my calls, but the fact that you gave me your number to not answer my calls. If that makes sense."You laughed, nodding your head. "Makes perfect sense.""Look, uh, _______," Zayn said, rubbing the back of his neck with his hand as he threw his weight onto one foot. "I was wondering if maybe you wanted to go out some time.""Like on a date?" You asked, raising an eyebrow."Yeah, if you want to call it that," Zayn said, standing straight now."Yeah, sure," you nodded, opening the doorway further. "We can have one now, in my living room, because I'm going to be extremely busy.""Uh, sure. Movie?" Zayn asked, walking through. You nodded, leading him into the lounge room.

First date: You laughed. It was late, and Zayn arrived seven hours ago. by far the longest date you have been on. You sat on the couch, your legs over his, your head resting on his shoulder."Want to play twenty one questions?" Zayn asked as the movie ended. You turned to face him, nodding. "Alright, me first. Any peircings?""A couple," you shrugged. "Tattoo's?""Four," Zayn smiled. "Want to see where they are?""You just wasted a question," you stated, laughing. His eyes widened as he realized what he did, and then laughed too. "What if I wanted to waste it?""You wasted another one just then," you continued laughing."That's not fair," Zayn whined, kicking his legs, which made yours bounce. "It was supposed to be your go.""Alright, alright," you laugh, almost about to cry.

First kiss: You breathed in deeply, and Zayn grabbed you around the waist. "Do you want to kiss me?"Zayn looked you deep in the eyes. "Do you want me to kiss you?"You wrapped your arms around Zayn's neck, pulling him closer. You were centimetres from his lips, when he moved you to lay beneath him. You couldn't take it any longer, and you brought his face to yours, crashing your lips onto his. His hand layed on your waist, the other one against your back, bringing you into an arched position. Wanting more, you bit his lip, he growled, continuing to kiss you. It soon became a make out session, you legs wrapped around his thighs. Zayn stood up, carrying you with him as he made his way to your bedroom.

Break up: You wake up one morning, and Zayn isn't beside you, which was odd. Since that night two months ago, Zayn slept over every night, and was with you when he could be. You got out of bed, and saw a note on your desk. Walking over, you picked it up, reading;Sorry, babe. Had to leave for the studio to see the guys. See you in the afternoon. Love, Zayn.You sighed, grabbing you phone. You dialled his number, no answer. Maybe he is busy. You tried Harry, and he answered on the second ring."Hey, _______. What's up?" Harry's voice came through the reciever."Hey, Harry. Is Zayn there?" you ask, twirling you hair inbetween you fingers."Why would Zayn be here?" Harry asked. He seemed genuinly confused."He left a note saying he was at the studio with you guys, and that he wouldn't be back until the afternoon," you answer, now as confused as Harry. Your worst thoughts had now developed. Zayn's lying to you, you know it. But why? Why would he lie to you?"No, we weren't at the studio, we actually don't start recording until late September," Harry answered, his voice cracking through the phone. "Look, _______, I'm sure it's nothing to worry about. I have to go," Harry said quickly, his voice becoming a haze."Okay, bye Harry," you said, your voice aching."Bye, love," he said before he cut off. You sat back on the bed, your eyes staring into nowhere.It was a couple of hours before Zayn entered your home freely. You were throwing his things out of your room in the process. All the clothes that he had left over from past nights, shoes, hairbrush, gel-the lot of it."Babe, what you doing?" Zayn said, staring at his stuff on the floor as he stood in the doorway."Don't babe me," you shout. "I know you weren't at the studio. You're lying to me Zayn. Why are you lying to me?""_______, I-" you cut Zayn off by throwing a book at the wall beside him, the book almost hitting him."Save it, I don't want to listen to you right now," you shout, falling to the floor in tears."You know what, _______! I don't need this," Zayn shouted back. He turned to leave, but then stopped. Throwing a box onto the floor on top of his stuff. "If you want to know what I was doing today, there's your answer. I'm leaving. I can't deal with someone who can't trust me."With that, Zayn walked out of the room. You picked up the box and opened it. Inside, there was a gorgeous blue sapphire and diamond necklace. Your eyes widened as you realized what you had just done.You stood up and rushed to the front door. "Zayn, wait!" you called, but it was too late. His car sped down the road, no where to be seen.

Make up: A couple of hours later, after hours of crying, you recieved a call from Harry."_______," his hurried voice came through the reciever. "Have you heard?""Heard what, Harry?" you ask, sniffling. You sat up straight, not ready to deal with anything. You had just made the biggest mistake in your life."Zayn was in a car accident," Harry said, his voice still hurried. Your eyes widened as you stood up, shocked at the thought. "You don't know?""No, I wasn't told," you say in the same hurried tone as Harry. "What hospital are you at?"You made your way to the hospital, and raced into the room. The boys were in there, Zayn's eyes were closed. The boys left the room for you to be alone with him."Zayn," you breathed, walking over to him. You sat down in the chair beside his bed, grabbing a hold of his hands. You began to cry as you looked at what you had done to the person you loved. "Zayn, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean for this to happen. God, I'm so stupid."You wiped away your tears, and you sat there crying for a couple of minutes. "I love you, Zayn. I really do love you. I'm so sorry for what I've  done.""None of this is your fault," came the voice you knew all to well, though it was more raspy and quiet. Zayn's hand tightened around yours as you stared at him. "I love you, too."You smiled, letting out a small, forgiving laugh as you stood and kissed him.

Proposal: You were at your parents house. Zayn was meeting them for the first time, and you two had been together for four years now. Zayn had been very busy with recordings, and stuff. He and your dad instantly clicked. You mum thought he was gorgeous, and loved his company, maybe a little too much.You were sitting at the table, waiting for dinner. Your father and Zayn were in a very intense conversation that you did not want to enter. You stood up and entered the kitchen to help out your mother, grabbing two plates, you walked out, and placed them infront of Zayn and yourself. Just before you were about to eat, Zayn stopped you."I have something to say before we eat," Zayn said, holding your hands. He turned towards you, fiddling in his pocket for something, holding your left hand wit the other. "_____, I love you more than anything in the entire world, and I know we've had our ups and downs, but all normal couples do. I know we argue...alot. But I want to spend the rest of my life arguing with you over the most rediculous stuff, because I know it wouldn't hurt our relationship. You complete me, and it will do me with great honour if you accept my hand in marriage."Zayn pulled out a box, opening it to showcase a diamond ring. You gasped at the size of it."Zayn, I-" you stuttered, you couldn't find any words, so you just nodded. Zayn smiled, placing the ring on your finger."I love you," zayn whispered as he pulled you in for a kiss."I love you, too," you whispered back as you pulled away.