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.


25. Day gone wrong

Bella's P.O.V : 

I walked downstairs and left Zayn in my room. My mother was watching TV while sipping on a cup of tea, typical. She looked up at me and smiled, which was unusual to say the least. I smiled back at her and sat awkwardly next to her on the sofa.

" You wanted to talk?" I asked her, shifting in my seat. I really didn't wanna talk. I wanted to spend time with Zayn. 

Mom had the thinking face on, and that, ladies and gentlemen, was never good. 

"Is something wrong?"

"It's nothing. We just have to wait for your dad to get here, he went out to buy some milk. You know he can't go a day without that cup of coffee." She laughed. I nodded and smiled, but something didn't feel right. 

"Mom, I gotta call Darcy. Just call my name when dad comes." I said kissing her cheek. She nodded and went back to watching TV. 

I walked up the stairs and slowly opened the door of my room, to see Zayn sitting on my bed with a huge smile on his face. He looked too cute. I walked closer to see what he was doing that got him so focused. Oh, he was just looking at my..."What The Hell!" I snapped at him and yanked the album from his hands. He burst in laughter, "you were adorable doll " he said, making a blush creep on my face. 

"Zayn, seriously? Those are my most embarrasing memories ever." I said putting the album as far away from him as possible. 

" Why? you were cute taking a bath." he smirked. 

" I was five, Zayn." I said and gave him a death glare. You have no idea, the photos in this album are horrible. 

"So? I picture you now " he said as if it was no big deal. 

"Pervert." I smacked him on his chest, but bo harm was done as he grabbed my wrist and pulled me onto his lap. I blushed at the spoy and looked down as he gently kissed my cheek.

" What did your mom say doll?" he asked, looking worried. 

I love that about him. He seeme really interested in what happens with me or what I have to say. He makes me feel valuable, and I didn't feel it that often. 

"Nothing. She wants to wait till dad gets here. I don't know, Zayn. Something doesn't feel right."

" Hey, don't be pesemistic. They probably want to introduce you to their friend's son or something." He said with a weak smile.

"Um, you think?" I asked teasing him. He nodded with a grin plastered on his handsome face. 

"He would have to be tall, Dark haired with hazel eyes. Has tattoos, wears fashionable clothes, caring, sensitive, and also the most important thing, has deep dimples." 

" Hey, I have everything but dimples. Take it or leave it." He smirked, getting closer to my face. My heartbeat started racing, as my body shivered when his hand touched my face. He stroked my cheek with his thumb while looking in my eyes. 

"You're just perfect." I whispered, leaning in closer to his ear. He smiled innocently, and just then , his face went to the crook of my neck. I tensed up as he kissed my jawline, collarbone then went to my lips. 

His kisses were gentle, careful, yet passionate. He made me feel special, something I never felt before. 

His phone vibrated, and I looked down at it lying on the bed. 

" What's that ?" I asked with a frown.

" What's what?" 

" Let me see your phone " I asked and smiled as he gave it to me. 

" You did not!" I exclaimed, staring at his wallpaper.

" What did I .. Oh , that." he said and splashed a grin at me.

" It sucks. Delete it now " I said about to delete it. 

He shook his head and snatched his phone from my hands. "Look at those cheeks, what I'd give to pinch them. And your eyes, just as beautiful as now."

"Just delete it. I swear, I'm not putting my children in these situations. When they get pictures, they'll be perfect. Not like that thing. " I said looking at his screen wallpaper of a five year old young version of myself.

" You're crazy. I love them," he said with a smile then pecked my lips.

"How about making some new memories?" I said as I looked at him. He was perfect, in everyway possible. 

"I'd like that " he said with a smile, then grabbed his Iphone. He clicked at the camera icon and whispered, "smile, doll."

He kissed my cheek while I smiled at the camera, holding his face closer to mine. 

First photo as a couple! 
We took a few more pictures as we laughed at ourselves, making funny faces. 

I grabbed his phone and scrolled through the photos, while he was laying on my bed. I was smiling at the photos until I saw a photos of Zayn with a girl with black hair, the same one I saw in the picture at his house. My face fell and my eyes were glued to the screen. His eyes were sparkling, he obviously loved her. 

" Doll, I was wondering if you would want to go get lunch after you see your old friends, I'm finishing work early tomorrow." Zayn said breaking my chain of thoughts. I could feel his eyes looking at my back, waiting for a response. Yet, I didn't seem to pay any attention. I was too focused on the photos, they weren't a few. Quite an album I would say. 

" Doll?"

As I was about to exit the album, he was already behind me with his hands wrapped around me, pulling me closer. He kissed my cheek and was about to talk when he looked at his phone. 

Suddenly, his hands unwrapped me and took the phone away. He shifted back in bed, at the other end of it and didn't look my way as he looked at his screen.

" Zayn?" My voice was low and weak, I hated that.

"Yeah," he said without meeting my eyes, his voice cold and indifferent, which I didn't like. 

"Can I ask you something?" I asked hesitantly. He mummbled a yes and kept looking at his phone.

" Is this the same girl you have pictures of at your house?" 

As soon as he let my words sink in, his face shot up to look at me. His eyes met mine as he had no emotional features what so ever, he clenched his fists and sighed. 

" Yeah , she's.." He trailed off.

"It's Taylor isn't it?" I asked as I climbed in bed moving closer to him. 

" That's her " he said in a weak painful voice. I knew it was her, but maybe I hoped it wasn't. It seemed like anything he felt towards me faded away when he thought of her, that's not how it's supposed to be. That's not how I want it to be. 

I nodded slowly and laid on my back, staring at the white ceiling of my room. I had a bad feeling as he didn't say anything, didn't move- nothing. 

I lifted my body up and moved my face closer to his. My lips touched his slowly, afraid of rejection. 

But no, rejection would have been better. He kissed me back coldly, no emotions showed. as if it was a task or something! and you can't imagine the feeling I had. He didn't say anything either and didn't look at me. 

I pulled away and quickly stood up, as I was about to talk my mother called my name. Apparently my dad was home. 


" You can leave when I distract them, don't make any noise." I said and walked out, not waiting for his responsei which I doubt he had. 

Zayn's P.O.V :
She walked out the door shutting it behind her. That wasn't good. 

I don't know what happens to me when I remember her. It's like I'm another person, and Bella is always the one who gets hurt.

I opened the photo album, and looked at the photos one last time. I hesitated before I clicked delete, but I knew it would be for the best. I can't keep re-living the past over and over again. 

Bella tried to drop the subject and kissed me. I felt myself tense at the spot, but my kiss came out cold. I knew she was offended, but my feelings are still the same, even if I didn't show it. 

I'm falling for her hard.

I know she told me to leave, but I'm not going. 'm gonna wait till she comes back, and maybe talk to her about it.

As I stared at the pictures we took this afternoon, a smile made it's way to my face. She's beautiful. 

A few shouts and screams interrupted my thoughts as I heard loud steps climbing up the stairs. 

"I'm not going this time!" Bella yelled. It sounded like she was crying too.

Seconds later, she opened the door and walked in, shutting the door behind her. She had her eyes closed and rested her back against the door. 

As I was about to go near her, she broke down crying, unaware I was still there.
It pained me to no end seeing her like that, hurt and broken. What did they say to her? Although to come and think of it, I haven't made things easier for her either. 

I slowly walked towards her and sat in front of her between her spread legs. I hesitantly moved my hand to stroke her cheek, wanting to hold her close. Bella shivered and her eyes shot open as she wiped away her tears and pushed my hand away. 

That hurt. 

"What are you still doing here? " she asked in a hurt shaky voice. 

"I wanted to talk."

" I'm not in the mood to talk about that." she said looking at me straight in the eyes. 

I nodded slowly, "wanna tell me what's wrong?" I asked her hesitantly. 

" No, you can leave," she told me coldly. 

I lifted her chin up until her eyes met mine, and I swear that sent shivers through my body, cheesy as that sounds. 

"Tell me, doll." 

She shook her head and closed her eyes, biting back her tears.

"Please." I pleaded. 

She opened her eyes and looked at me for a few seconds, before she spoke. "It's just .. I told you how my parents are never here, they never spent time with me, still don't, and now they tell me that we're gonna move." 

I opened my mouth to speak, but no words came out. What happens when she moves? where are they moving? What..

"I don't wanna move." She shook her head, a look of determination on her face. "I told them that I don't wanna move, that I graduate in two months. They say I'll start again in California. They always do that to me!" She sat up straighter, wiping her tears. "Whenever they have an opportunity for a better job we move, and I leave my friends behind everytime! Just like Shaden and Ashalee. But not this time, I am not gonna move and ruin my life here to go there. They won't have time for me anyway, It'll be just like now. I'll be at home by myself, but there I don't have friends, and I don't have Y.." she trailed off before finishing the sentence.

"You'll always have me," I told her with a weak smile, leaning in. She hesitated before moving her face closer to mine, letting our lips touch for a brief second before she pulled away.

"It doesn't matter anyway, I'm moving out." she said and avoided meeting my eyes. 

"Why do you mean, where will you go?" 

"I don't care. I'm not moving, " she said again, her voice now stronger and more confident. 

"You can stay at my place, " I said looking at her, trying to get her to look back at me. 

"I don't want to go there."

" Why?" she didn't answer.

I knew exactly why. 

" I need to sleep, I'm waking up early so .." she said and stood up. 

" You want me to leave ?" I asked her getting up. I walked closer to her so we faced each other, she looked up at me and I could tell she was holding back tears. I hated to see her like that.

I held her close, with my arms around her back. Disappointment filled me as she nodded hesitantly and looked away. 

I moved my face closer to hers and kissed her cheek softly, feeling her tense. I pulled away and got out of the room, waited till her parents weren't looking and got out the door. 

When I walked to my car, I looked up at her window. She was still standing where I left her, except she was full on crying. 

I couldn't leave. 

And I didn't.


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