...I come face to face with Zayn. He stands in the dim hallway of my apartment complex, his hands tucked into the front pockets of his black skinny jeans. He raises his eyebrows. “Hey. Were you expecting Niall?” he asks.
“No, uh...I just thought it was him. Surely wasn’t expecting you, though,” I reply. My heart pounds on the inside of my chest. It took everything in me not to let my words get caught in my throat.
“I’m sorry. May I come inside?” I stare at him debating whether or not I should let him in. I’m in a vulnerable state, and I don’t want to subject myself to any more pain. “C’mon, (Y/N). I just want to talk to you.”
The way he’s looking at me, I couldn’t possibly say no. I step aside and allow him entrance into my home. He comes inside and stands in the middle of the living room as I close the door. “Nice place,” he says.
“Thank you,” I say as I sit down on the couch. He follows suit and sits down beside me.
“So why did you think I was Niall? Does he come here often?” Zayn asks me. My first thought was to dismiss the question; he hasn’t been in my life in a year, and he has the audacity to be intrusive. But then I hear the hint of envy in his voice and decide to entertain it.
“After we broke it off, he and I became close,” I tell him truthfully. “We’re really good friends. I needed someone to lean on, and he was there for me.”
He nods his head and looks down at the floor, his lips tucked into his mouth. “So, you guys are like best mates now?”
I almost laugh. “Strictly…” I trail off. I love Niall, but my feelings for him are truly platonic, and vice versa. “Him and I are just friends.” His face lightens up as he nods once again. “Is this why you came over? To make sure I wasn’t dating your former bandmate?”
Zayn looks at me with a stunned expression. “No. I came to apologize for tonight. It...things just didn’t go well during our conversation.”
“Does your girlfriend know you’re here to do that? She must be getting very lonely without you,” I retort, angry at how my encounter with him panned out because of her.
“That’s not my girlfriend,” he snaps at me. I stare at him in surprise.
“I know what she said, but she lied. She and I don’t even know each other that well.”
“Then what exactly is your connection to her? Are you guys dating?”
“Not exactly. I took her out for dinner on one occasion and we hooked up. But other than that, there’s nothing. I don’t even know how she found out about the party.”
It was my turn to nod at his statements. I’m relieved to know that him and her are nothing serious, but still, that doesn’t mean that they can’t be. “She’s trying to guarantee her spot as Zayn Malik’s girlfriend,” I laugh as I shake my head. Zayn stares at me smirking.
“You looked better than words tonight. I didn’t get a chance to tell you that,” he says to me.
“Thank you. You didn’t look half bad yourself,” I reply. I could feel my cheeks burning. A compliment from Zayn outweighs any compliment I get from anyone else. And I’m glad he noticed the way I looked.
“Thanks,” he laughs. We stare into each other’s eyes for a moment, the feeling of opia setting in. It feels as if he could see right through me, and it makes me feel so open for him. “If I’m completely honest with you, apologizing isn’t the only reason I came over.”
My heart skips a beat. I look at him with my mouth slightly ajar. I shake my head and look down at the floor, chuckling. “Why else did you come over, then?” I ask.
“I...I’m not over you, (Y/N).”
This is all I’ve ever wanted to hear him say ever since he broke up, but him saying it right here, right now, only makes me question if he even means it. “What do you mean you’re not over me?”
“I mean I’m still in love with you. I haven’t been able to get you off my mind since I left,” he says, sounding just like the climax of a cheesy chick flick. I just stare into his big brown eyes, not knowing what to believe, or even if this is actually happening.
He shifts in his seat. “Look, just listen. I know you probably don’t believe me, and if I were you, I wouldn’t believe me either. I pushed you away because I thought that I needed a whole new slate to start off my solo career. Truthfully, I thought you were going to hinder me, but in hindsight, I threw away my biggest supporter.” His talking becomes rushed. He makes arm gestures at me, just trying to get me to hear him out, trying to make me understand and believe. “I know I was gone for a year. I shut you out, I made it seem like you and I were never together. Part of that was because when I realized my mistake, I felt as if it was already too late to turn my decision around. I figured you were over it, you found someone new and you were just being low key about it, that you wouldn’t want me anymore. After accepting what I had done, I just decided to stay away out of bad judgment. But (Y/N), seeing you tonight, you being in front of me right now...I’ve never had more confidence than I do at this moment. I don’t want you to feel like I’m trying to force anything onto you, but I love you. I love you, and I never stopped. And correct me if I’m wrong, but I believe you still love me, too.”
His words swirl around my head like a cyclone, repeating themselves over and over again. I look at him with a pitiful smile, ecstatic to hear that Zayn never lost his love for me. “I do. I love you, Zayn. Never stopped. Could never move on,” I whisper to him, a big grin spreading across his pretty lips.
“(Y/N), I’m not saying we have to get back together, I don’t want to rush you. But...I just want to be in your life again. Your spirit, your energy, your love, your compassion...it’s what I’m lacking in my life. I miss it. I miss you. But I don’t want to be in your life if you don’t want me here, love.”
I laugh at his words. I know he doesn’t completely know my heart, but I do, and it says to grab on and never let go again. It says to fight for love when love is due. I cup his face with my hands, his cheeks soft against the rub of my thumbs. My eyes brim with water, knowing that this year without him was the hardest thing I have had to go through, and the prospect of having his love back with me was almost too much to handle. “Of course I do.” He sets his hands on top of mine.
“Can I kiss you?” Zayn asks in a delicate voice. I nod my head, and with that, his face slowly creeps towards mine until our lips finally touch. It’s faint, but to me, it feels like I am lifted off of Earth and taken to an extraterrestrial place, floating in a world with no gravity. With every lasting second, the kiss becomes harder and harder. I feel like a recovering addict taking a hit of the thing that controls them the most, and for me, that thing is love.
I begin tugging on his shirt, bringing him deeper into the kiss. I throw my leg over him and saddle him without thinking, placing my hands on the back of his neck, lightly scratching it. Zayn grips my hips, his lips tainted with passion and yearning. He bites my bottom lip, and it sends tingles throughout my entire body. His hands run up my waist and wrap around me, pulling me closer to him. He moves his lips from mine to my cheek, my jaw, then my neck. The sheer feeling of it makes me whimper. My loins were ablaze now, and I couldn’t help it any longer.
“Make love to me, Zayn,” I whisper in his ear. He looks up at me, the dim lighting in my living room hitting his face at an angelic angle. I place my hand on his jawline, stubble sticking my fingers in the process. He looks so beautiful as he smiles at me.
“I’ll do whatever you want me to do to you,” he whispers back. I give him a sly smirk with my plump lips. Leaning back away from him, I cross my arms and pull my nightshirt off and toss it to the floor. Zayn marvels at my bare chest as if it’s the first time he’s ever seen it, and it makes me feel powerful. I stare him square in the eyes.
“I want you to show me how much you’ve missed me. Show me how much you deserve my love.”
His touch travels down to my exposed thighs and kisses me in between my breasts. I can sense the want in every breath he takes. In a blink, he picks me up and sets me down in the place he was seated. Zayn stands in front of me, his body tall and lean. He follows suit and pulls his blazer and t-shirt off, letting them fall limply to the floor. The sight of all his tattoos drives me crazy with lust. I sit with my legs open wide, my hand placed in the middle part of my legs. I rub myself through my shorts and panties as Zayn unbuckles his belt. He notices. He licks his lips and grins at me, unbuttoning his pants in the process. Once the zipper comes down, he drops his pants and tosses them off along with his shoes. He now stands before me in his briefs, his manhood practically begging to come out.
I cross my legs to control myself. I then stand up and take his hand in mine. I lead him down the hall to my bedroom. The city lights glowing through the window provides us with all the light that we need. I seductively sit down on the edge of my bed with Zayn watching me tentatively. I stick my thumbs inside of my panties and pulled them down my legs along with the shorts. I sit before the love of my life and the man of my dreams, naked for him for the first time in a year. Naked for anyone for that matter. I slide back onto the bed, my forearms propping me up.
He places himself in between me, his mid touching mine. I feel him pressed up against my vagina, and I imagine what it will be like to have him inside of me once again. I shiver at the thought, warm sensations flowing through my body. Leaning on his elbows, Zayn’s hands rest on my breasts, his thumbs circling around my nipples. He kisses me on the jaw, slowly moving down to my neck, my chest, my stomach, squeezing my breasts all the while. I lay back and run my fingers through his messy hair. He nibbles at the skin on my hips, and I bite my bottom lip to keep from moaning.
Zayn makes it down to the middle of my legs. He pecks my lips lightly, then abruptly runs his tongue between them roughly, tasting all of my wetness. I yelp and gather some of his hair in a loose fist. He puts his thumbs on either side and pulls them open, exposing all of the lacquer pink. I sit myself up on one of my forearms so that I can observe what he’s doing. He places his mouth over my clit, and I can feel him swirl his tongue around it slowly. He then takes his index and middle finger and pushes them inside of me. The sensation to me almost feels foreign, but it makes my entire body lights up.
I bite my bottom lip and lay back down on my back, the feeling of euphoria being washed all over me. I close my eyes and allow myself to enjoy the feel of Zayn’s fingers going in and out of me. His tongue continues to tantalize my pearl, rubbing roughly against it. The stimulation of it all made me want more.
I feel myself get wetter with each pump, each gradually becoming faster and faster. He went from licking to nibbling on my clit. I lick my lips and smile to myself, anticipating what else there is to come, but I was in no rush. It had been so, so long since I felt Zayn’s touch. I wanted to savor every moment of it. Every kiss, every stroke...everything.
My one hand is placed on the back of his head, my fingers stringing themselves gently through his silky hair. My other hand sits on one of my breasts, circling around my nipple. I moan quietly to myself, relishing in every second of it. Zayn’s free hand runs up and down the side of my leg, his nails grazing lightly on my skin. Then I feel him slightly curve his fingers inside of me, hitting that one spot that always drives me mad.
I gasp at the suddenness of it. I push my hand down on his head, mad for more. I’m feeling things that I hadn’t felt in so long that I hardly knew what to do with myself. I breathe deeply into my lungs, my moans becoming a little louder. Zayn grips my thigh, then slowly pulls his fingers out of me. I look down at him, his eyes meeting with mine. His fingers are damp, and he puts them up to his mouth, licking all of me off of him. The sight of it made me yearn for him more than I already did.
Zayn wipes his mouth with his forearm after he’s done. He then stands to his feet, and pulls his briefs off of himself, never breaking our lustful eye contact. I can’t help but look down. Zayn was definitely more than equipped and ready to finish what he’s started tonight. He notices me staring. “You missed me?” he asks as a sly smirk creeps onto his lips.
“More than you know,” I say back. I grin, and he takes that as his queue to tower over me. I place both of my hands on either side of his face, studying his seductive brown eyes before his lips smash into mine. We kiss each other rough and deep, breathing each other in for dear life. His hands saunter all over my body, leaving a tingling sensation everywhere they went.
His hands stopped on the back of my thighs. He pushes them towards my chest while sitting himself up onto his knees. He takes his dick in his hand and strokes it while looking at me. I grab my sheets in between my fists, so excited that I can hardly contain it. Zayn leans into me just a little. Close enough for him to rub his tip around my clit. I hate that he’s teasing me. “Zayn,” I accidentally moan. I instantly bite my lip afterward.
He eyes me, one eyebrow raised. “Someone’s impatient,” he observes. And with that, I feel him push his shaft inside of me. The suddenness makes me gasp, but it doesn’t take away from any of the pleasure that I feel. Zayn slowly slides himself out, then in again. I shut my eyes and allow myself to feel every moment. With each thrust, he gets a little faster. We begin to feel like one; his body meshing into mine makes me feel more alive than I’ve ever felt.
I wrap my legs tightly around his waist, pulling his body closer to mine. He moves his head down until our lips touch. Zayn kisses me as deep as his strokes. My hands find my way onto his back, my nails digging into his skin. I want to leave my mark; I want others to know that he is once again mine, that our love never dies, that we were always meant to be.
He pulls his lips from mine and lets out a moan into my ear. I love it when he does. It’s my way of knowing that I’m doing everything right. “Fuck,” he mutters.
I smirk to myself, feeling proud. The sound of our bodies is like music to my ears, a melody I missed so much. Minutes go by like seconds. Zayn nourishes me with all kinds of feelings, some I didn’t even know I was able to feel. He reaches both of his hands up to the headboard, grabbing on tight. He keeps his stroke going, his muscles in his arms flexing. His sculpted body towering over me gave me all the more pleasure. Our eyes lock with each other, and the amount of lust and love between us is too much to begin to explain. He bites on his bottom lip hard. The sound of the headboard syncs with his strokes.
I decide it’s time for me to take control. I push him back while sitting myself up. Zayn eyes me with furrowed brows, sweat trickling down his forehead. I get closer and push him down onto his back by the end of the bed. His confusion turns into anticipation as I climb on top of him. He places his hands on my thighs, drawing tiny circles with his thumbs.
I look down at him, feeling mighty. All this time I’ve been without him, I could have easily moved on. Getting a man was no difficult feat. But my heart was always tied to Zayn, even after he broke it. My loyalty never wavered, even when there was nothing left to be loyal to. He had me on a string and didn’t even know it. I would, and still would, have done anything for him. I was submissive to Zayn. But now that he’s back, confessing his faults, it’s time for him to submit to me.
I take his manhood and my hand and begin to caress it. I feel it pulse within my grip, staring at him all the while. His eyes are so telling; I look in them, and all I see is mesmerization and love. The best part is that it’s not my own reflecting back at me. This man loves me the way I love him.
I get myself into position and slowly slide him into me. Zayn quietly moans to himself as I do so. I slowly move up and down on top of him, slightly winding my hips in the process. He watches me carefully with his lips folded into his mouth. I start to go faster, up until I’m bouncing on him. I let myself bask in the sexual thrill of it all. I moan out loud, rocking and grind on him as I tilt my head back with my eyes closed. I place my hands on his chest for support. Zayn grips my hips to assist me, my name leaving his lips in the process. It only makes me hotter.
I lean down closer to him and tighten my walls around him, wanting to drain his entire soul from his body. Zayn cups my face with his hands and pulls me even closer to him, our lips touching. He kisses me passionately as he begins to meet me halfway with his torso. The feeling of our bodies hitting each other with the same force doubles the amount of pleasure I’m already experiencing.
I can’t help but moan into our lip lock, all of it too much to bear, yet not enough at the same time. I move my head to the side of his, needing some space to catch my breath. He begins to plant kisses on my cheek and earlobe through my hair. He smooths his hands down my body and over my backside.
“I’ve missed you so much, baby,” he whispers as he smacks me on the ass. I smile to myself, pleased with how the cards ended up falling tonight.
“I’ve missed you, too,” I say into his ear. Zayn wraps his arms tightly around my back, hugging me to him like he never wanted to let go. And I never wanted him to. Not again.
I can feel myself getting to my peak, and I know his coming too by the way he’s moaning. I begin to give it my all, determined to make this the best he’s ever had. Our sweaty bodies slap together in unison over and over again. Then, Zayn pushes and holds his body to mine, and he lets out a loud wail while squeezing his eyes shut. He keeps me there like that for a moment, heavily breathing. His arms finally go limp, releasing me from his grasp. I sit up, stare at him in triumph, then collapse onto my back at the head of the bed.
Zayn moves so that we’re lying side by side. I turn my head towards him to see his eyes looking back into mine. He smiles at me as he shifts onto his side. “That was amazing,” he says to me.
“Yeah, it was,” I say back. “I see you still got it.” We laugh a little. He takes his hand and places it on the side of my face, rubbing my cheek with his thumb. I put my hand on top of his and scoot closer to him.
“I can’t believe I have you back,” Zayn says. “I want you to know that I love you. You know that, right? ”
“No, for real, (Y/N). I love you. I meant everything I said earlier. I fucked up what we had before. I know that now. I’m probably not even deserving of you anymore. But I love you, and I want to be a better man for you than before if you’ll let me.”
I purse my lips and wrap my fingers around his hand. “I love you, too. So much. And because of that, you have all the time in the world to prove yourself to me now. Please don’t make a fool out of me, Zayn.”
“Never. I won’t make the same mistake twice,” he tells me. I silently sigh as a grin back at him. After an entire year, I finally feel at ease. I feel safe, whole, complete. My missing piece was returned to me tonight. And as my soulmate lays beside me just as in love with me as I am him, I can’t help but feel content.
I finally got my man back.
(the end of the two-part imagine! hope you all enjoyed :) if you have any suggestions/requests for a new story/imagine/smut, please send me a message or comment in the replies. thank you!)
