One Direction Imagines!

This story isn't exactly going to be a story. This book is a complete set of imagines! If you want an imagine written about you, just write in the comments your whole name, your eye color, your hair color, and which boy you would like to be with for the imagine! You can also add any additional information, such as if there's a specific place you want it to take place, if you want two of the boys fighting over you, if you don't want the boys to be famous in the imagine, etc.
I will basically write about anyone and anything! So please just comment below, and let me know :)


30. LiveWhileWe'reYoung and Zayn!


“Come on Bryana,” Harry said through my bedroom door, hitting his fist against it softly. “Will you please just come out?”

“Just leave me alone, okay?” I groaned and put my pillow over my head.

“He’s been calling you, you know. Your phone’s been lying on the coffee table for the past few days. He even showed up here.”

“I don’t care!” I shouted and rolled over on my back, stretching out on my bed. “He blew it…” I held the tears back. “he blew it…”


“Bryana!” he shouted and took a step back from her. I looked back at the fake blonde then back at him and his mortified expression.

“Goodbye Zayn,” I gulped back the sob that was about to come out and left the dressing room quickly.

“Bryana!!! Bryana, wait!” he ran after me and got before me. “This, this isn’t what it looks like.”

“Oh, so I didn’t just see some blonde on your lap with her tongue down your throat, must have been some misunderstanding,” I wiped away the tears that fell down my cheeks.

“Bryana. it wasn’t like that, she was kissing me and-”

“-Oh, she was kissing you,” I bitterly smiled. “And what, you were in too much shock that you didn’t think to push her away, or tell her you had a girlfriend before she even got near you?”

“Look I didn’t know what was happening, I-”

“Forget it Zayn!” I shouted and pushed him out of my way.

“Bryana, please I-” he grabbed my arm and I wiggled out of his grip.

“No! I told you when I first met you, when you had girls like her all over you that you had one chance. One chance. And you blew it. You blew it, Zayn,” I didn’t bother with wiping my face off as I stormed out of the studio. One chance, and he blew it.


I got my stuff out of the apartment we shared and headed over to Harry’s little home, since he was the one person I was closest to at the moment. I knew he called, I knew he showed up. But I wasn’t in the mood to see him. I had a feeling this would happen when I first met Zayn. I met him at a club, and he had pretty girls crawling all over him. I somehow knew that this was bound to happen. Eventually he was going to get bored with plain old Bryana and he was going to return to fooling around with those kinds of girls. But a part of me thought he loved me enough to stay away from them, but I guess…I guess I was wrong.

“Bryana, you have to get out again eventually,” Harry rapped on my door again.

“I don’t want to,” I hugged my pillow. “Just…just leave me alone,” tears slipped down my cheeks and seeped into the pillow. I heard him step away from my door and I tried to get myself to stop crying over him. All of a sudden I heard something tap against the window, which was odd since the guest room is on the second floor and isn’t near any trees. I got up and opened the window and gulped at what I saw.

Zayn was down below, standing next to rose petals that spelt out the words ‘I’m sorry’. I sighed and crossed my arms.

“Apology not accepted!” I shouted down at him and went back into my room.

“Bryana, please! Please just talk to me!” Zayn shouted. “Bryana!”

I shut the window and jumped onto my bed and tried to stop myself from crying. I’m not crying over him, not anymore. Soon enough, there was another tap on the window. I looked back and saw there was a ladder leaning against it. Zayn climbed to my window and tapped on it rapidly. There were dried tears on his face.

“Bryana, please,” he put his palm flat against the glass. I groaned and opened the window for the poor boy. He climbed in quickly and grabbed my hands. “Bryana please take me back.”

“I can’t Zayn,” I sniffled. “I just…can’t.”

“Then please listen to me Bryana, please,” he pleaded.

“I’m listening,” I whispered.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry I let her kiss me. I’m sorry I didn’t push her away. I’m sorry I let her get so close to me. I’m sorry that I hurt you. I’m sorry that I made you cry. Bryana, I’m so sorry,” he started crying himself. “Bryana, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry. Please Bryana, please, take me back,” he sobbed and got on his knees. Zayn was…shaking. “Please…” he whispered. I got on my knees and wrapped my arms around him. I ran my fingers through his thick dark hair and he held me tightly.

“Alright…” I whispered in his ear. “Alright…you’re forgiven.”

“Bryana, I love you so much,” he sounded a bit muffled speaking into my shoulder.

“I love you too Zayn,” I kissed the top of his head. “I love you too…I’ll take you back.”

“Thank you Bryana,” he whispered. “Thank you.”


PS: This one was borrowed from a tumblr thing my friend sent me, I read it when I was in readers block and loved it. I changed it a little, but i dont know where it was from because it was from a friend! So this one wasn't written by me, but I hope you still like it!

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