Bad Boi Malik

Isabella is used to going to parties with her friends.
One night at a party, she meets a certain guy who she keeps seeing around her for the rest of the evening.He is revealed to be ZAYN MALIK. A known bad boy - in other words nothing but trouble. She is warned to stay away from him. Yet What happens when something about him pulls her towards him and He just won't give up? read to find out. Maybe he isn't who she thought he was.

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7. Be there for him

 
I woke up feet sore, but the pain was tolerable. I decided that I can't stay in bed all day.
I was honestly very comfortable, I glance up to see Zayn Lying beside me sleeping. My head rested on his toned chest, and my arm was wrapped around him while his arms held me close, as if he's afraid to let me go.

It was Saturday. It's weird to think that I met Zayn like a week ago, and look where he is now. 

I smile slightly and move my hand up to his face. He looked so peaceful, beautiful. My fingertips ran through his hair slowly, his quiff with it's blond edge was a bit messy, but somehow he managed to look his best. 
His face, jaw line, mouth, were flawless. He seemed perfect. 

He wore his leather jacket, the one he was wearing at dinner last week, a white t-shirt and black jeans.

I couldn't help but think. Why couldn't I have met him before Stan? If I met him before, I would have been able to trust others. He is obviously very caring and loyal, yet people say the meanest things about him. 
They didn't see the other side of him that I saw, the loving one, the one he hides. 
Jake was wrong about him, way wrong. He is the exact opposite of all the things people accused him of. But I was the only one to see him, the real him.

I smiled looking at him, then grabbed my phone to see another text from my mother, telling me they had to go out of town. I didn't need to know this in the morning. They always manage to piss me off.
So, I was alone again, except.. Zayn was here today. 

Irritated, I slowly tried to get up without waking him up. Seeming to forget about my wounds, I stepped on the floor with so much force, that caused the pain to grow, and a scream to be released.

Zayn quickly grabbed me by the waist and spun me around looking at me, scanning every part of me to figure out what went wrong.

" What's wrong?" He asked worried in an almost loud voice.
It literally made my heart fall to the ground. 

" Um, Sorry it's nothing, I just stepped on my feet. Being clumzy I forgot about my wounds. " I said embarressed.
He smiled and put his hand on my cheek.

" You're cute." He said in his sweet voice. I blushed right away, feeling stupid.

" Don't get up yet " he said pulling me closer. I didn't want this to be a casual thing, friends don't do that. And he's my FRIEND. I mean sure, maybe some friends cuddle, if it wasn't weird. But he was different. 

" Zayn I gotta go " I frowned and tried to pull away, but he was too strong for me. Duh. 

" What do you need ?" He asked me rubbing my cheek gently with his big hand. 
 
"I need to go to the bathroom " I asked and tried to get up.

" I'll help you " He said pulling me up without Even hearing me.

" Zayn, seriously? put me down. " 
I protested punching fists at his back.

" How? you can't walk. " he said with a grin.

Rolling my eyes, " I'll manage from here " I said and smiled as he put me down by the bathroom door.

" Fine. Call my name if you need anything " He said with a smirk. 

" Sure, thanks Malik " I said with a frown teasing him.

I stood in front of the mirror in the bathroom. My bruises were not so dark and visible anymore. I told whoever asked me that I fell. Close enough? 

I brushed my teeth, combed my hair and washef my face. My brown long hair fell down my shoulders to my waist
I went to my room and caught a light blue t-shirt that said "Irresistible ". Ha! I laughed at the thought, me? yeah, right.
I put on black tights and my boots, with my headphones on and Iphone in my hand. I lifted my hair in a messy bun, then headed downstairs. 

Once I walked properly on my feet it didn't hurt that bad, so I thought maybe it was a good time for a little jog. I wanted to release some stress out of my system.

" Breakfast is ready love " Zayn called out. I grinned at his growing habbit. He has been cooking a lot in the past week, I think since he met me. And honestly? he was good at it. 

I smelled the fresh smell of bacon and eggs . This wasn't good, so much for jogging ha?

" Zayn, you're getting better at this everyday." I said taking a piece of bacon off the plate and into my mouth.

He chuckled, still in the kitchen. " Yeah well, I might as well get used to it. A lot of take-out can cause serious damage." 
I chuckled at his lame excuse, already sat at the table, scrolling down the news feed in my facebook account. 
He came from behind me and kissed my cheek. I gave him a weak smile in return. 

" Someone is in a good mood ha?" I asked staring at his eyes, then looked at his face. 

He was, irresistible. Ironic right? maybe I should just give him the t-shirt to wear. Haha. 
 His brown eyes were sparkling, just like when he was happy-  as I learned in the past week. 
His smile showed his toned jaw, his perfect straight teeth.  God what am I saying? 

Okay,Back to reality. 
" You okay doll?" he asked worried.
 
" Um, yeah what did you say ?" I answered and turned my gaze to my plate. AWKWARD.

" I said, I was with good company last night " He said and smiled his angelic smile.

" It's weird you'd say that, I was too actually." I said with a smirk. 

It's strange how you can feel like you've known someone for year when you just met them a week ago. To reveal all your secrets and fears just like that ? I don't know, I'm afraid of what I'm starting to feel.

Zayn's P.O.V: 

" It's weird you'd say that, I was too actually." She said smirking at me. God, she was cute.

" Who with?" I grinned. 

" A good friend of mine. I've known him for about a week now. Yet he was really caring, we became friends instantly. And I kinda wanted to thank him about everything, including last night." She said blushing.

" I'm sure he did it with pleasure." I said smiling at her, like an idiot. My god! 

Her smile turned into a weaker one, as I felt myself get tense at her expression.

" I mean it Zayn. You didn't have to come last night. And I even called you without thinking. I think..I just feel better around you. And being there for me yesterday meant a lot. You're a true friend Zayn. " 

I smiled at her words, glad that I made her feel better. But friends? I don't want that, I want her to be mine. 

" I feel better around you too doll, and I mean it too " I said with a weak smile. I wanted to kiss her so badly, but she wasn't ready yet.

A few minutes of silence passed while we ate our breakfast. She looked pretty, natural. No make up or anything. She looked perfect, just like this. I stared at her most of the time, when she wasn't looking obviously, and struggled to contain my smile. 

" You look beautiful " I said and stroked her cheek.
I had an awful strong urge to touch her, hug her.

" Thank you, you don't look so bad yourself " she said with a grin. 

I haven't shaved in a few days.
If I actually think about it, I last shaved over a week ago for that party.
She hasn't seen me in a reasonable state yet, hah. 

" Um, I'm gonna go for a jog. Make yourself at home, or if you wanna leave, just leave me the key under the carpet outside. " She said getting up, taking the plates to the sink.

" Um, where to ?" I asked, afraid that Shithead would be following her.
 
" A park near by. I want to relax a bit. It's warm outside, so I'm gonna go for it" she smiled and winked at me.

"You sure you can walk? Let alone jog?"

"Yeah, once I walked a bit, it's not so bad anymore." She said giving me a smile. 

" Can I come?" I asked her uncertain. I understand how goofy that looks, I know.

" Um," she said looking at me from head to toe.

" Zayn?" she said " You're in a jeans and a leather jacket " She said and chuckled.
I removed my jacket and put it at the sofa.

" let's go " I said and gave her a smile, hoping she'll not notice how worried I was.

5 minutes later we arrived at the park. I told Bella multiple times that my jeans don't bother me, so she stopped talking about it. She worries about the little things a lot, and about other people more than she cares about herself.

She ended up leaving the Iphone at home because I was going with her. We started talking, and a bit later I noticed she was uncomfortable.

" Bella, how about we stop for a minute? I'm tired." I said in an attempt to make her rest her feet.
 
" You're not tired Zayn, we barely even jogged yet. Those muscles of yours didn't build themselves up in a 5 minutes walk did they?" She said as she looked at my stomach then arms, up to my shoulders biting her lip . She blushed immediately putting a smirk on my face.
I liked that, I wanted to approach her and kiss her senseless.

" Well, no not really " I said turning my face.

She smiled as I was about to say something. " Really, I'm fine. It's just that my feet hurt a bit " she added. Obviously she knew what I was thinking. 


Bella's P.O.V: 
I found myself staring at his abs, his shirt was attached to his body revealing his toned chest. I bit my lip causing him to smirk. Oh god, I just made a total fool out of myself.

" Well, no not really " he said turning away. Yeah, I didn't think so. 

" Really, I'm fine. It's just that my feet hurt a bit " I said with a fake smile. 
My feet hurt like hell, but I didn't wanna go home. I liked spending time with him, seriously. He made me feel better in so many ways.

Whenever he talks, I find myself exploring his face, his features, the way his eyes shut when he bursts in laughter, the way his jaw gets clenched when he's tence or upset, the way his lips move so perfectly when he talks, the way he moves beside me, the way he smiles at me. He looks pure when he looks at me, I can't explain it, but he has a huge effect on me, slowly replacing the one Stan has.

" I don't care, we're still gonna rest. " He said insisting.

" Fine" I said and hit his shoulder, then smiled at him, making him respond with a grin.
God, This is not good. 


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It's been 3 months since I met Zayn. And let me tell you, he became a huge part of my life.

" Can you take me to the beach ?" I asked him. He looked at me questionably.

" Please, pretty please!" I begged smiling and hugging him.

Ever since that day, we'd go jogging almost everyday. We found it really helpful when we're together. I hang out a lot with him, and he tried many times to make a move. But I wouldn't let him, although I wanted nothing more. 

He'd be disappointed, yet understood me. Reminding me he's gonna wait. 

" You know I can't say no to you doll " He said and pecked my cheeks.


An hour later, we were at the beach. I walked slowly with Zayn behind me, and sat down at the sand  not so far away from the shore. 

" Doll, not too far " 
He just stood there. He looked sad, bitter. His mood was changed in an instant. He looked wounded and hurt. 

" Come sit next to me " I said patting on the sand beside me.

" I'd rather stay here" he gave me a weak smile that was obviously fake. 

" Oh come on!" I whined like a baby.

" Bella,I don't swim. " he said in a low voice titling his head down.

" I'm still waiting.." I said turning my gaze back to the sea.

He didn't move.

" Fine. Stay there, I'm gonna go inside for a bit " I said with a weak smile.

" Don't, you don't have other clothes, you'll get sick  " clearly that was just an excuse.

" I don't mind " I said and got in the water. It was a bit cold, but the weather was warm. Just perfect.
 
I went in further deep in the water, and laid on my back. Finally relaxed. The waves moved me slowly, my wet brown hair floated around me, I just closed my eyes and and let the water take control. 

A few moments passed when I heard Someone call out, I didn't have the time to stand up straight and look if it was Zayn, when someone grabbed my waist and pulled me up, holding me against his chest.

He looked all over me, as if trying to find something wrong.

Deja vu?

He was all wet, his quiff was on his forehead, his mouth trembling, he looked at me in the eyes. 

Wait, I thought he doesn't swim?

Well, technically he's not you idiot, my brain told me. 

" What the hell! what's wrong with you!" He yelled at me. His eyes were dark and scary, his jaw was clenched once again.

He hugged me tight as if he's afraid I'll go somewhere. I just froze, confused.

" God, Taylor. I thought I lost you."  He said tightining his grip around me. 

Um, isn't there something wrong with this line?

" Um, Zayn. It's B-Bella." I said already shaking.

I felt his arms start to loosen their grip, then he just let go and looked at me, his eyes pure green. He looked at me wide-eyed in a sad look, like he was about to cry.

" I'm sorry Bella." He said and turned around heading back to shore.
I stood there in the water, shocked. 
 
What the actual hell?

I swam quickly back to shore and looked for Zayn, I caught the sight of him exiting the entrance we came from.

I ran after him but stopped when he began to slow down, standing near a building near by so he wouldn't see me.

I watched him. He turned his head with his hands on his face. 

He screamed in frustration. It's like he had stored all his rage and just let it loose now. He covered his face with his hands,then kneeled on the ground.
We were still far away from the street, so no one was around. 

I slowly walked over to him, and kneeled down in front of him so my legs were on top of his, then put my hand on his shoulder. He slowly raised his head to look at me, his eyes red from crying apparently, then he looked down again.

I lifted his head up with my other hand and looked at his eyes. 

" Zayn, what happened back there?" I asked, although I guess that was a mistake. He was upset, and I just upset him even more.

" Zayn, please tell me " I said in a weak voice. He looked at me, I figured he wasn't able to speak right now. 
He burried his face in his hands again, I immediately pulled him closer for a hug and wrapped my arms around him, his arms were wrapped around my back,  his head rested on my shoulder.

" I'm here for you if you want to talk, if not, I'll just be with you. " I whispered to him,  and then...he broke.  
He burst into tears, and hugged me tighter. He didn't talk at all.

This was the first time I saw ZAYN MALIK cry.  And I didn't like it. 
I felt myself about to cry, but held it in.

 He needs me now, and I'm gonna be here for him. 
 
 

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