Here's your imagine! I hope you liked it, if you didn't you can always request another one, or just another one even if you liked it. Sorry for it being so slow, I've been super busy with school and a lot of things. Since you wanted to be surprised, I judged your 'favourite' boy in One Direction to be Zayn. Well, how I go by favourite is by the boy that you would have to choose to date... anyways, here ya go!
I sigh, closing my laptop. It was really boring in my house. My brother, Harry, was downstairs with a couple of his friends. I could hear them laughing, so I decide to go down and join them.
Yeah, if your wondering, Harry is 'the' Harry from One Direction. It's no big deal... okay, it is a big deal. But, I'm still not very popular in my school. Only a couple of true friends, that's all. But I'm okay, I don't get bullied or anything.
As I walk down the stairs, I can hear Zayn's laugh. I had to admit - I had always had a huge crush on Zayn. I mean, I like all of them, but whenever I touch Zayn (prepare for cheesiness) I get a little.. what should I call it? Shock, I guess.
Before I can finish walking down the stairs, I hear Harry yell "Y/N! Come play Truth Or Dare with us!" his yell was clear, surprisingly, since he was in the living room, and I was at the stair case.
"Yeah, okay." I say, a smile on my face. Finally, I could have some fun.
I greet the boys as I walk into the living room. "Hey," Zayn says. "Hi," Niall says. "Hello," Liam says. "Hey." Louis says, taking a sip of Seven Up.
"Okay, I'm going to start." Niall declares while clearing his throat. Everybody nods. "Hmm..." he eyes all of us. I get a little uncomfortable after around a minute. "Niall, can you please choose?" Liam asks, chuckling. Niall sighs. "Okay, okay," he begins. "Zayn, truth or dare?" He asks. I sigh out in relief.
The black-haired boy smiles. "Dare," he replies. Niall smirks. "Okay, then. Here's your chance, buddy." He says. Zayn eyes Niall, his eyes getting wide. "I dare you to go in the closet and make-out with Y/N for ten minutes." He says.
My eyes buzz out of my head, and Harry laughs. I eye him. "I'm not going to get mad, I'm going to laugh, of course." Harry chuckles, and I glare at him, while smiling to myself. I get to kiss - no, make out - with Zayn!
Zayn follows me to the closet and opens the door like a gentle man. I chuckle, then nervously say "thanks?" before he follows.
His brown eyes sparkle as he grins. "Your welcome, babe," my heart begins to pound out of my chest. "This is my first kiss." I tell him, smiling. Zayn chuckles. "Let's make it good, then." I nod at his words.
We both lean in, but pull away as soon as our lips touch. There were so many sparks. And it was only a couple of seconds. "Did you-" I cut Zayn off. "Yes, I did," I say, smiling. He smiles back, and we both lean in. I have to admit, my first kiss couldn't have been better.