one direction imagines

(zayn)

I sighed as I watched zayn get arrested again.

The police officer pressed zayns body up against the brick wall and put hand cuffs on him and then began reading zayn his rights.  A procured that me and zayn are all too familiar with .

As the cop turned him around and walked him towards the cop car he caught my gaze and look at my with pleading eyes. I looked back at him with cold eyes and turned around to climb into my car just as zayn was being pushed into the back seat of a cop car.

He turned and looked at my through the back window . his lip was busted and bleeding just like his eyebrow , his chin also had a deep gash in it and the soft skin around his eye was turning a blackish purple color.

I followed the cop car all the way to the police station where zayn was processed then throw into a holding cell until someone posted his bail.

I sighed and immediately went up to the counter where you posted bail .

“ im here to post bail” I said pulling my wallet out

“ inmates name please” the fat lady sitting behind the counter asked

“ oh hes not an inmate” I said caught of gard by her saying that , normally they just ask for the name I tell them and then give then the bail money.

“ name” she said in a momo tone but I could tell she was getting annoyed

“ zayn javaad malik” I said

“ will you be paying with cash or a credit card” she asked typing something into the computer

“ credit card unfortunately I didn’t bring enough cash to post bail with me because stopping here wasn’t really part of my plans” I said handing her the card

“ never is honey” she said finally sounding like a normal person instead of a robot

I smiled at her and she took the card from me

She typed some more things into the computer then printed out a piece of paper where she told my to sign . once I signed it she printed handed me another piece of paper which I was to take down stairs and show the guards so the bail could be processed and then zayn could leave .

I went downstairs and told them who I was here to see and handed them the slip of paper . I hurried over to zayn who was sitting on a cot in his holding cell nervously playing with his fingers.

When he noticed me he immediately jumped up and walked over to the bars  .

“ baby im so sorry” he said quickly “ I didn’t know what I was doing until it was over”

“ yeah I know you never do” I sighed

“ I couldn’t just let him continue to talk about you that way” he said

“ zayn sometimes you need to learn to ignore what people say” I said bitterly

“ baby did you here what he was saying about you “ zayn asked looking slightly shocked

“ yeah and it wasn’t the nicest but I choose to ignore it because I don’t care what he thinks or says, you could have ignored it also but instead you choose to try and knock his whole head off his body”  I said in an exasperated tone

“ I know baby im so sorry It wont happen again” he said

“ that’s what you said last time and the time before that and the time before that” I stated

“ I mean It this time” he said

“ whatever , we can talk about this later im going to go ask if they can do anything for your cuts” I said walking towards one of the police officers guarding  the door

“ hi my boyfriends zayn malik and I was wondering if you could do anything for his face he’s cut pretty badly “ I asked politely

“ no not unless we are told by the emts that it needs metical attention or if he is staying long term but his bail had already been posted so you will have to take care of it on your own once he can leave” the police officers replied

“ okay thank you anyway” I said giving him a sweet smile

I walked back over to zayn he was wiping some blood on his black t-shirt

“ they said that we will have to take care of it on our one” I told him

“ great” he muttered

“ you should be able to leave pretty soon I posted your bail as soon as you were finished being processed” I said

“ thanks babe” he replied going back to sit down on the hard cot in the corner

“ do you know if that guy I beat up is going to be okay” zayn asked

“ umm I don’t know , I didn’t really asked I was more preoccupied with finding out if they were going to arrest you” I said wrapping my hands around one of the cold metal bars , I started to pick at the silver paint that was peeling off.

“ mmmh” he grunted laying down

Zayns attitude had changed in those few short minutes that I was talking to the cop . It changed from nice and regretful to a grumpy I don’t give a crap kind of attitude.

After a few moments of neither of us talking I sat down on the floor and leaned up against the white wall across from zayns holding cell.

About an hour and a half later they finally let zayn leave

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“ zayn hold still or I will never get this clean” I said holding onto his arm to stop him from moving

“ but it hurts” he protested

“ I know babe , but the sooner I get this done the sooner it will stop hurting” I said rubbing a paper towel that was soaking in hydrogen peroxide on his cut eyebrow

“ fine “ he pouted finally standing still   

After I was finished cleaning up all his cuts I put the first aid kit away and sat back down on the counter. Zayn walked over and stood between my legs

“ thanks for cleaning up my face” he said pushing some hair behind my ear

“ oh anytime” I half joked

“ you really need to stop fighting , especially over me there is no point” I told him

“ yes there is!” he exclaimed “ I have to protect you because I love you”

“ well I love you too but you cant beat-up every person that every says anything to me” I said

“ id do anything to protect you” he said playing with my hands

“ I know but please just promise me you will stop fighting” I asked

“ I promise you” he said kissing my forehead

“ lets go to bed we have both had a long day” I proposed as he helped me off the counter

I held onto his hand and started to walk into our bedroom

“ babe?” zayn asked as he stopped walking  

“ yeah” I asked turning around to look at him

“ you know I love you more then life itself righ?” he asked

“ yeah and I love you too” I said smiling as he pulled me in for a kiss

Sorry the ending is so cheesy I just wanted to put something cute and happy in this imagine because I feel like people always make zayn imagines all sad and depressing . love you all ~onedirectiongurl16

Ps. Im to lazy to proof read it right now so sorry for any spelling mistakes