Zayn Imagine for Macy
You sighed as you pulled your clothes on quickly. Another night gone by, sleeping in Zayn’s bed. It’s not that you didn’t like Zayn, quite the contrary actually, you loved him.
It’s just that, nights like last night, were rare. Just a cuddle and late night conversations, nothing scandalous. Zayn just never seemed up to it. It was either sleep, sleep, sleep or a hot and steamy night.
Zayn rolled over and looked up at you, smiling tiredly. “Macy, babe, get back in bed. I don’t want you out of my arms for another second.” His accent was thick from the lingering grogginess of sleep.
You got back in his arms, even though you were now dressed in skinny jeans and a t-shirt.
“Macy, honey, what’s wrong? Don’t say nothing either.” He said as he tightened his arms around your waist.
You sighed again and looked him dead in the eyes. “I like nights like last night. Cuddling and talking. Not nights where you fall asleep and I lay awake. I do enjoy the nights the neighbors complain, but I love last night, I didn’t want it to end.” You admitted sullenly.
He stared at you, eyes masking whatever emotions, his face stone-cold. He answers quietly. “I’m sorry. I should have known… God, I’m such a wretched boyfriend. Macy, dear, I love you. From now on I will treat you like the queen you are. Not the piece of meat I have been.” He stayed firmly, promising both him and you.
You nodded and smiled, happy with this agreement. “I love you, Zaynie Poo.” You grinned, knowing he disliked the childish nickname.
“I love you too, Lacy Macy.” He quipped back, knowing it didn’t suffice.
You both laughed and you grinned. The day had started off a bit sour, but as usual, ended sweet. All thanks to the masterful Zayn.
Authors Note: So sorry this is short and crappy. I have no inspiration tonight. I’m so so so so so so so so so sorry, Macy. I owe you something. I am so dreadfully sorry.