Long Zayn #Imagine
Zayn is the DJ at a wedding. It just happens to be your cousin's.

"We'll meet you all at the reception hall!" Your mom called out to the family that was still congratulating your cousin on her marriage. You stood by the pew in the back of the church waiting to get into the limo that just arrived to take the family to where the reception was. "Is the DJ there yet?!" You heard your dad yell, followed by someone saying, "Yes!" Your mom walked up to you and looked insane. "Let's go, I need a drink." You laughed as you and your mom walked out and got in the limo. When the rest of your intermediate family entered the limo you drove to the huge reception hall.

When you walked in you gasped, seeing the golden wallpaper and the beautiful circular tables with huge red roses in the middle surrounded by candles. "(y/n) you're young and hip go tell the DJ to play some good music." Your grandfather said to you. You looked around to find the DJ and when you finally did, your heart started pounding. Whoever he was, he was gorgeous and it was impossible to take your eyes off of him. His jet black hair standing up in a quiff, his tan skin that was glowing under the spotlight. You could see all of his dark features from across the huge room and you started feeling weak in the knees. "Go!" Your grandfather pushed you slightly and you just kept walking towards the beautiful boy standing over a DJ system. Before you knew it you were standing right in front of him, looking straight into his hard face. He looked up from his work and when he saw you his hard face became soft. He examined your thin, elegant body in a long, flowing purple dress that draped carelessly over you. Finally, his eyes returned up to meet yours. "Hello." He flashed his perfect white teeth at you. "Uh, hey. I was told to come over here and go over your music list for the reception." The boy hesitated and stared into your face, making your stomach flip. "What's your name?" "(y/n)." He smiled even wider. "Beautiful name, (y,n). Here's the list." He continued smiling at you as he handed you the music list. You took your eyes off of his beautiful features and examined the list. "Looks good to me." you said and handed it back to him. He reached out to take it from you and his hands lingered on your arm, sending an electric current through your body. "I'm Zayn." He muttered. Zayn. You repeated the name through your mind and smiled. "Nice to meet you, Zayn."

During the middle of the reception, you sat down at a table closest by the DJ stand. Most of the night, Zayn continued giving you sweet glances and smiles. As you were fixing your high heel under the table, you heard someone stand next to you. "Care to dance?" You looked up to see Zayn standing there in his suit and tie, showing off his creamy teeth. You nodded and reached up to take his soft hand. He led you to the middle of the dance floor where other couples were slow dancing. Zayn turned to face you and put one hand delicately around your waist and softly held your other hand up. You reached up and your hand lingered on his shoulder. You swayed gracefully across the floor and Zayn wouldn't take his eyes off you. You started having conversations with him about school and music and life in general, and it wasn't his perfect face that just interested you anymore. Zayn had interest in what you had to say. You had more in common with him than you thought and throughout your dance your bodies were as close as ever. Finally the song ended and you started to pull away from him but his forceful hands stopped you. "One more." He whispered into your ear sending goosebumps throughout your body. You rested your head on his shoulder and slowly moved with him to the music.

You ended up dancing to three more songs with Zayn and when the reception was over, he wouldn't leave your side. "I want to take you out tomorrow." He muttered as he brushed back a piece of loose hair off of your face. His brown eyes melted into yours and you could see him leaning in so your lips could meet. You held your breath, ready for him. He wrapped one arm around your waist and pulled you into him sharply. you threw one arm around his neck and gripped his hair on the back of his head as he kissed you. Zayn started out soft and gentle, then he pushed himself harder into your lips. Your tongue traced the contours of his lips and the way it tasted made your heart race. Your fingers roamed in his hair and his hands roamed on your body, sending shock-waves through you. Finally you pulled back, gasping for air. "I'm going to call you." Zayn said as he touched your lips. You nodded in agreement and he released you. "It was nice to meet you,(y/n)." He said as he backed away from you, grinning and making your heart melt.

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