One Direction Imagines

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3. For Chrissie - Zayn

A/N For @merlinisbae. I hope you like it! It's a bit longer than normal..

"I'm not going to be able to make it tonight," Zayn says distractedly, eyes trained on the phone he's grasping.

"Why not?" you ask curiously despite his obviously tense mood.

"I have things to do." he clearly doesn't want to share, so you leave it alone.

"I have to go," he glances up at you for a fleeting moment. He turns away and straightens from the wall he'd been leaning against. "I'll see you soon, okay?"

He hasn't smiled in days, you think to yourself wistfully. You missed that bright, gleaming grin of his.

"Okay," you agree and reach up to kiss him, but he turns away.

"I'm late." is all he tells you when he sees your hurt expression. "Bye, Chrissie."

"Bye." you doubt he even hears, because he walks away so abruptly you barely have time to respond.

You stay in your place as he gets in his car and starts the engine. He backs out so quickly for a second you think he's lost control. You heave a tired sigh as your phone rings noisily.

"Hey, mum," you mutter into the phone.

"Chrissie, I need you to run to the jewellery store and pick up my necklace for me. I sent it for cleaning, so make sure it's gleaming when he gives it to you." she orders, not bothering to comment on your dull tone.

"Yeah, okay." you tell her, glad to have something to pass the time.

At your words, your mother hangs up and you pocket the mobile and get in your car. It only takes five minutes to get to the store. The store is empty, and you're grateful for it.

"Hey Frank," you greet, "I'm here for -"

"Your mother's necklace, I know," he smiles welcomingly at you. "Let me just get it."

You nod and wait patiently as he disappears through a door.

"NOBODY MOVE!" comes a yell, and you freeze.

A hooded figure exits the door, gun to Frank's head. He has your mother's necklace clutched tightly in one hand.

Your eyes widen and you find yourself unable to speak. The man looks up, and you are able to see his face. Chiselled jaw and a light sprinkling of hair around his chin. You instantly recognise him.


"Chrissie," he hissed, "What are you doing here?"

"What are you doing!?" you stare, slack-jawed, at the gun. "Put that down!"

"I can't," he tells you adamantly, "I have to do it."

"Please, Zayn," you beg, "don't hurt him."

"You don't understand, Chrissie," he shakes his head helplessly, "I need the money."

"I'll get you money," you offer desperately. "Just don't do this. Is this really worth it?"

You know he doesn't want your pity, so you continue. "It's better to get a loan from me than go to jail!"

He visibly hesitates and then, by some sort of miracle, he begins to slowly lower the gun.

"Frank, please don't tell anyone," you beg him, "Please. This won't happen again, I promise you."

Frank slowly nods. "You make sure of that."

Zayn quietly follows you out the door.

"I'm sorry," he chokes out, "I'm sorry."

"We'll work it out," you assure him, your hand soothing his rough face, "We always do."

He gives you a tiny, almost imperceptible nod. "I love you, Chrissie. Don't forget that."

"I love you too."


A/N Check "HOW TO GET A PERSONALISED IMAGINE" for instructions


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