#fireproofimagines

Hey babe! And oh my I was just sitting down to start your request right now! I love the idea and would love to do it! Don’t worry love, no pressure here.

"Seriously though babe, you look amazing tonight." You heard Harry say to you for the houndred time.

You’d gone out to a bar with him and the rest of the boys, and as Harry had gotten drunker and drunker, he’d started being louder about his flirting with you. You were currently sitting at the bar with Zayn, when he came up behind you and screamed it into your ear. Normally that wouldn’t have bordered you at all, but tonight was different. Lately you and Zayn had become closer and closer; you wouldn’t say you two were dating, but you definitely were something more than just friends.

As Harry’s lips got closer to your neck, you could sense Zayn getting tense. You started scooting away from Harry, and trying to push him off, but he wouldn’t get it. Zayn stood up from, and put his arm around you, hugging you to him, without saying a single word or even looking at you. His eyes were glued to Harry, and if looks could kill, he would’ve been long gone by now.

There was a little voice inside of you telling maybe he wasn’t even aware he was talking to you, and instead thought you were one of those girls he usually hits on when you guys go out.

"He’s just really drunk right now," You whispered to Zayn, trying to get him to loosen up, "let it go."

His eyes went straight to yours, and his expression softened, “But he’s bothering you. He’s gotta stop.”

"Not really, I mean yeah he’s being kindda touchy, but I’m actually really flattered that he seems to be the only one that thinks I look pretty." You said with a half smile. Being completely honest, you were still sort of hurt because Zayn hadn’t said anything about the way you looked tonight, and were trying to get a compliment out of him.

"Oh, c’mon *y/n* you know you are beautiful, and look absolutely gorgeous. Actually," he tensed up a bit, "you’ve been stealing looks from a lot of people tonight," he started getting closer to you, "and honestly it’s making me a tad j-"

"DUDE BACK OFF" Harry screamed, angrily shoving Zayn off of you.

Zayn shoved him back, and harshly sat him down in one of the other bar stools, “No, I’m not backing off, Harry. She’s with me. She’s mine. Not yours. Mine. Just quit it man. You knew tonight was gonna be important and you’ve been absolutely annoying the whole time, just being all up in our business.”

You saw Harry open his eyes widely, and letting his jaw drop, “Zayn. Oh God, no. Wait, is that,” he squinted his eyes at you, “is that *y/n*?” He turned to Zayn, and Zayn nodded at him. “No, no no. I’m so sorry man.” He turned to look at you, ” I’m so sorry *y/n/*, Zayn here was gonna ask you to be his girlfriend tonight, and I’ve been bugging you all night, and just ruined his whole plan. Gosh, I’m sorry.” Harry gave you and Zayn a sympathetic look, stood up, and left. 

You just sat there, in your stool, with your mouth wide open. You could see Zayn getting uncomfortable. He put his arm around his neck, and picked his gaze off the ground. He took a step towards you, and looked at you in the eyes.

"Is… Is what Harry said true?" you half whispered over the sound of the music.

Zayn took your hands in his, and sighed, “Yes, I wanted to ask you to be my girlfriend tonight. But not like this, I had a whole plan, and I’m so sorry babe…”

"Zayn, it’s okay. I do," you smiled up at him, and took his cheek in your hand, "I do want to be your girlfriend."

Zayn let out a sigh, “Good, I was hoping you’d say that.” He giggled lightly.

"God," you grabed him by the neck and pulled him closer, "kiss me already."

He didn’t say anything and just went in for the kiss.

I don’t take requests for the moment cutie, I have too much work, I’m sorry! But I’ll add it to my list and do it when I’ll have some free time.