1D Imagines & Randomness

Imagine #1 (Part I)

√Requested by @ ruhiafreen31

Your POV

I shuffled in my bed, trying to find something to cover my ears. Ugh. Who could be calling me this early in the morning!?

I groaned as I realised that the annoying ringing of the phone is not going to stop till I receive the call.

I roamed my left hand on the bedside table, still tightly wrapped up in the covers, trying to find the damned phone.

Finally finding it after almost hurting my fingers, I hit the green button without seeing the caller ID. I bring the phone close to my ear. "Hello?" I say in an irritated sleepy voice.

"Wakey wakey sleeping ugly," I heard the familiar heavy British voice say, though I couldn't quite put a finger on who's it is. "Did you-did you see!? That rhymed! Oh my god I'm so talented!"

And at that moment I realised who was it talking. I chuckled a bit. "Oh Hazza. Where were you all these days? Why didn't you even call me once all these days! How can you forget me!?"

"Jeez calm down and don't you dare calling me Hazza!" I heard him groaning from the other side of the phone.

Harry and me were best friends since kindergarten. We were neighbours and practically grew up together, but then he unfortunately had to move away for his higher studies. I am so happy to be able to talk to him after nearly two freaking years. "Sure love, I would be glad to call you that."

"You didn't change a bit, nerdy."

"Hey don't call me that! Neither did you change a bit, calling me nerdy all the time." I grumbled.

"Aww, my nerdy is grumpy?"

"Shut up!"

"I am back in the town... thought we'd meet up somewhere..."

"Really!? Oh Harry, I missed you so much. Let's just meet at our regular place on our regular time."

"Sure! See ya!"

"Bye!" And with that I hung up.

I can't wait to see him again! Oh how I'm going to pull at his chocolatey curly locks as a puishment for leaving me alone!

"Who was it?" I heard anger in Zayn's voice.

"Oh Zayn! You're here!? I didn't noticed you."

"Well it is my house so why wouldn't I be here?" He spat angrily.

Woah, what's up with him? "Okay, sorry you don't need to be so pissed about it!"

"Who the fuck is Harry?" He asked me, his jaw tightly clenched that for a moment I thought his teeth might fall off. "Oh Harry I missed you so much!" He mocked me.

"He is my best friend, Zayn. Haven't I told you about him?! We practically grew up together!"

He lunged forward to where I was sitting on the bed, and grabbed my wrists. "I think I had made myself clear that you are mine and only mine." He said angrily.

"Z-Zayn. You're hurting me!"

"Tell me! haven't I told you to not to speak to any other guy except me? Haven't I?" He raised his voice at me, causing me to flinch back a little. I felt a little lump in my throat, but I wasn't going to cry this time. I wasn't going to let myself be submissive and feeble this time.

I never liked angry Zayn, I mean, who does? He's no less than a devil himself when he's angry, and he can do anything when he's in that state.

We were seeing each other since the first year of high school, and we eventually were a thing till the end of the first semister of the first year.

I was head over heels for him, not that I hate him now, but he's changed a lot over the years. He started to act a bit more aggressive when it came to me, and me talking with other guys and stuff.

He even went to the extent of checking my phone and search history to know what I was upto. It's like he doesn't trust me, like he thinks I'll betray him anytime.

I don't know what and how he changed from cute, loving and adorable Zayn to aggressive, angry and jealous Zayn. Its not like I ever tried to cheat him, hell, I wouldn't even look in any guy's direction since I was so busy dreaming about Zayn.

I was just so fed up and hurt that I decided to talk with his mum about it. I know this kind of relationship is nothing but a toxic one, but as much as I want to I can never leave Zayn. He's my everything. He's the beat to my heart and blood to my veins. He's oxygen to my lungs. Dopamine to my brain. He's my world.

His mum told me that his first love, the girl he loved with all of his heart since elementary school was all the time cheating on him when they were in a relationship. She always used to chat with other guys while with him, saying that its her brother, and it turned out that she wasn't even merely interested in Zayn. She just used him for the fame and to be known as 'the girlfriend of famous Zayn Malik.'

When she told me all this, my heart clenched and it hurted me to have it in my chest. She was a bitch. A whore. He didn't deserve her. He doesn't even deserve me. He deserves so much better than me.

Although I've told him many times that I'll never leave him, he still seems a lot insecure about it.

"I know Zayn! But he's my fucking best friend! He contacted me after nearly two fucking years! Also he's like my brother. Why are you so jealous Zayn!? I've already told you that I belong to you and only you, and that I'd never think of dating any other guy!"

"I don't believe you bitch! Whores like you are just excellent to convince that they're innocent and that they aren't cheating on you. You fucking bitch!" At this point, the tears were freely flowing down my eyes.

He thinks of me of her. His first love. He isn't over her yet. He doesn't love me. He still loves her.

"Zayn, I-I think we should end... whatever we had... we should just end it here." My voive cracked a bit at the end.

As much as I know I'm not going to survive this, its just what is best for him... and me. We can't continue this if he's still ain't over her. Its inappropriate. I can never take her place... as much as I want to. This is best for us.

"A-are you saying that you're breaking up with me?" His eyes were glossy.

I shut my eyes and suck in a deep breath.

"Yes."

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I'm extremely sorry if this wasn't how you wanted it to be! Please forgive me if this didn't meet your expectations🙇🙇

Remember y'all are extremely beautiful people and that I'm always there for you.

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