Zendaya Imagines (GxG)

You sat on the couch, waiting for Zendaya to get home. The day had dragged on, filled with her interviews and little time for anything else. Your phone lay face down beside you, your left headphone still in your ear, waiting for her call.

'My Love❤️‍🔥' flashed on your screen.

"Hey, beautiful," you answered, your heart skipping a beat as you heard her voice.

"Hey, Daya. How are the interviews going?" you asked, your voice soft with the longing to hear from her.

"Meh," she sighed playfully. "Honestly, I just want to come home to you. I miss my baby."

Your heart warmed, and the words she spoke settled in your chest like the most comforting melody.

"Well, I'm here, love, sitting on the sofa, waiting for you."

There was some background noise on her end, and you could hear the bustle of the location she was at.

"Babe, where are you?" you asked, curiosity peeking through your voice.

"Sorry, it's loud. I'm backstage again," she explained. "But I'll see you when I get home."

"Okay, I love you."

"Love you too, babe."

You set your headphones down and felt the exhaustion from the day hit you. The anticipation of seeing Zendaya finally made you decide to take a quick nap, hoping to recharge before she got back.

When you woke up, a pleasant smell filled the house. At first, you were disoriented, but then you noticed the fresh bouquet of flowers sitting delicately on the kitchen counter. Your breath caught in your throat as you stared at the vibrant colors. You had never been given flowers before—not in a way that meant something. And seeing them now made something stir in your chest.

A soft smile tugged at your lips as you stood up, heart full of warmth. You made your way to the bedroom, eager to see Zendaya.

There she was, lying on the bed, engrossed in a book. You couldn't help it. You jumped onto the bed beside her, not caring about the slight disruption to her reading. You just missed her that much.

"Hey, honey," Zendaya smiled, her eyes soft as she set the book aside and pulled you close.

"Hey, Z," you said, your voice full of affection as you wrapped your arms around her. "I missed you so much."

"I missed you too," she whispered, holding you tighter. "To make up for the time we couldn't spend together today, I thought I'd do something special for you."

You blinked, curious, as she shifted and reached for something beside her. She pulled out the bouquet of flowers and placed them gently in your hands.

"I got you these," Zendaya said with a soft smile. "I know it's been a long day, and I hated not being with you. I wanted to make sure you knew how much you mean to me."

Your heart swelled. For a moment, you were speechless. You had never received flowers like this before—not like this. They were beautiful, sure, but the gesture? The thoughtfulness of it? It was something entirely new.

"Zendaya," you breathed, your voice thick with emotion. "I've never... I've never been given flowers before. Not like this. It means so much."

She looked at you with such sincerity in her eyes. "You deserve everything, babe. I just wanted to do something to make you smile, even if it's a small thing. I hate being away from you, and I really wanted to show you how much I love you."

Your heart fluttered. You leaned forward, pressing a soft kiss to her lips, your hands still holding the flowers she had so carefully given you. "Thank you, Z. I don't even have words for how much this means to me. It's perfect."

"You don't have to thank me," she replied softly, cupping your face. "I just want you to feel loved, every day."

You smiled, holding the flowers close. "I do. I feel loved by you all the time. This just makes it that much more real."

She smiled and kissed you again, her lips soft and gentle against yours. "Now, about that dinner I made..."

"Of course," you chuckled, standing up. "Let's go. But you've already made my day, Z."

Zendaya followed you to the dining area, a lightness in her step and a smile that made everything feel just right. The two of you spent the evening together, savoring not only the meal she had prepared but the quiet moments that only strengthened the love you shared.