“I'm Sorry I'm Suck A Jerk. But I Really Do Love You” - Zayn Malik

You were lounging around the lounge room watching Christmas movies with Zayn. You had been together for around a year and the only thing he hadn't done yet is meet your family. You started out hating each other, not lasting even five minutes in the same room without and argument between the two of you. And now here you are a year later, joined by the hip, spending as much time together as you could. 

“Zayn...” you start, nuzzling your face in his neck, kissing his soft skin. He chuckled deeply before answering, “Emmy...” He lifts you up and onto his lap, wrapping his arms around your waist and stomach as he kisses your lips. “I have a question” you announce, wrapping your arms around his neck, planting another kiss to kiss moist lips. “Yeah, what is it?” he asks, delivering yet another sweet kiss to your lips. “Would you like to meet my family? They've been dying to meet you since I mentioned you and it would mean everything to me if you'd come along to with me to visit them during the holidays” you explain, fiddling with your fingers and a nervous smile on your face. He looks at you, then looks at the TV and back to you, “No” he answers firmly, without any hesitation what so ever. “What? Why?” you mumble sadly, looking at his face. “Cause I don't want to meet your family Emmy” he shrugs, going in for another kiss, only to be met by your hand as a way of stopping him. 

“Zayn. We've been stuck in this rut for over a year. Where are we even heading in this relationship? You need to start making a damn commitment for once instead of hiding in the shadows” you shout, standing up. “Has this relationship meant anything to you or have I just been wasting this whole year when nothing is even there between us?” You ask sadly, trying to control your anger. “Maybe if you weren't that controlling, this relationship would be real” Zayn screamed back. “How the hell am I controlling you? I couldn't do that even if I wanted you. Your that stubborn” you sigh, heading to your shared room. “You know I have plans with the boys every year on Christmas Eve. It's my tradition with them. And yet, you want me to hop on a plane with you to see your family. That's called controlling. You know how much I love to go out with the boys and hang out with them but you never want to go out with us” he explains again as you're packing your suitcase, heading home. “Well I'm sorry if that's how you feel. Merry Christmas Zayn” you mumble, heading out the door, not wanting to continue to say something you'll regret. 

Zayn wasn't use to having someone with him on Christmas. After his break up with Perrie he didn't want to go out with another girl for a while so he managed to hide behind the Christmas holidays and enjoy them on his own. He was use to being on his own and doing whatever he pleased, whenever he pleased and he was never good with commitments. So when he finally found an amazing girl to settle with, he had no idea how a relationship was suppose to progress so he just went with the low and took it easy, never making a big step to further the relationship with Emmy. So he spent that night on the sofa, watching stupid Christmas movies alone, like he did every year until he heard a knock on the door at around midnight. He opened the door, finding three very pissed off boys looking at him. “It's not Christmas Eve yet guys. What's wrong?” he asked confused, letting them in. “We know” Niall mumbled, a frown evident on his face. “Emmy told us about the fight!” Liam sighed at his best friend. “Yeah. Why did she tell you?” Zayn asked, genuinely curious. “We called her to tell her what we got you for Christmas and she answered in tears at the airport. Her flight had been delayed and she didn’t understand why you’re such a jerk and told us everything. Who knew the sensitive Zayn Malik could be such an ass?” Louis explained in frustration. “Where's Harry?” Zayn asked, trying to change the subject. “Unlike you he cares about his Girlfriend and went home with her for Christmas. Now stop trying the conversation and listen up” Louis spoke loudly.

"Well fine. I’m not a je-", "Zayn, you’re a jerk." Liam cut in. "You realize how much that girl does for you? She takes care of the house and stays faithful to you when were on tour. She even wakes up early to make you breakfast when you're home. It was Niall’s turn to cut in. “She even skipped out on Christmas with her family so you wouldn't be uncomfortable since you don't celebrate it and you weren't even in a serious relationship back then. She’s beautiful and sweet and cares about you so much. That girl loves you more then life itself and yet you want to treat her like shit.”

"Taking it from a pro, man." Louis said, as he had been in the same relationship the longest, running a hand through his hair. "You’re about to lose a damn good girl because I can guarantee you that she not coming back to you after this." Zayn fell silent. They were right. You were perfect for him and he was too much of a jerk to see that. “Li! How long was her plane delayed?” “Four hours. But she told me that over an hour ago.” “Alright. I got to pack and I need you two to get me to the airport within the next two hours.” “We can do that!" the three boys said in unison. Zayn ran to the bedroom and began to throw clothing into his suitcase. He wasn’t even sure most of it matched but he had to catch you in time to apologize before you left him for good. He grabbed the suitcase and ran from the bedroom. “Let’s go.” He said. They left the apartment and got into Louis’s car. The next forty-five minutes were a blur of speeding traffic and running red lights, definitely what Louis wasn't use to. Zayn got to the airport and ran inside, searching all around the terminal. He found you sitting in a chair, waiting for your flight deep in thought. “Niall. Go buy me a ticket and I'll pay you later” he pleaded, making his way over to you. “Emmy!” He called.

You jumped out of your seat and turned to look at him. “Zayn? What are you doing?” “I’m buying a plane ticket. I’m going with you baby. I love you. I’m sorry I was such a jerk, please forgive me. I want to meet your family.” You didn’t say anything. You just grabbed his face and kissed it, holding onto him tightly in a much needed hug. “Okay.” You said softly. “Okay. I forgive you. I love you too, Zayn. But do something like this again and you will get it” you laugh, kissing him again.

"Merry Christmas, Em." He laughed, picking you up and spinning you.