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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22. His house


( That's the photo of the kitchen, don't confuse yourselves, start reading first :P) 

 


A few minutes later, Zayn parked the car in front of a quiet big white house. Bella looked around, and was astonished by what she saw. The sight was amazing, it didn't look like the type of house Zayn would live in.

She walked out of the car and stood there, staring at the mansion-like-house in front of her. 

Zayn got out of the car and stood beside her. He found himself staring at her and smiling, thinking about how cute she looked when she was concentrating on something.
She didn't seem to notice him as she walked to the garden, taking in the scent of the planted flowers. 

He smiled again and walked behind her. She climbed three stairs to the front door, which was wooden white. 

He followed and pulled out his keys, leaning in and wrapping his arms around her. He kissed her cheek and unlocked the door open as she giggled and entered the house.

"Let me show you around." He said, closing the door and taking her hand in his. She smiled at him and nodded, following his steps.

"This is the living room," he gestured to wide room. There were white leather sofas, in the middle was a glass table, with a light purple vase on top, filled with flowers that have are a rosy purple color. In the corner was 72 inch plazma screen tv.

She smiled at the view, it was seriously the most beautifully decorated room she's ever seen. Just as she was walking out of the living room, she spotted a framed photo of a skinny dark haired girl that looked about 17 or so, wearing a white dress and black heels. The girl was doing a heart sign with her hands to the one who took the picture. 

Well, I think we all know what came to her mind.

"This is the kitchen, " Zayn said breaking her thoughts.

On the right of the living room was a pretty large kitchen, almost all white colored. Zayn smiled at her and gave her time to look around. 

"Let's go upstairs, doll." He led the way, with her behind him, her hand still in his. He pulled her to walk in front of him, and led her to a hallway. As they walked they stopped at every door, with him showing her around.

"That, right there is my bedroom," he said motioning to a door a few steps away on the right. He took her hand and walked her to it. He opened the door to reveal a quite wide bedroom. It had a white desk with drawers, and a shelf full of books. A tall mirror was next to table where Zayn puts all his hair stuff and perfumes. She laughed at the thought of how much he took care of his hair.

She looked at a door located in the corner of the room, a bathroom she assumed. She walked to the white king sized bed and sat at the end of it, looking around with a smile on her face.

" So, what do you think?" Zayn asked her with a weak smile.

"Just, wow!"

He grinned, his eyes sparkling. He'd hoped she would like it so she would feel comfortable.

He sat next to her and grabbed her hand, leaning his face closer to hers. "Now, where were we?" he whispered, kissing her cheek. Her whole body tensed at his touch, making her blush. She smiled and turned to face him. 

" What are you up to, Malik?" she asked teasing him.

"I'm not sure, yet." He grinned as he kissed her gently, closing his eyes. Her eyes shut on their own as she kissed him back. She laid on her back, not breaking the kiss. 
He wrapped his arms around her waist, while one of hers was holding the back of his neck and the other was messing his hair.

After a few minutes, out of breath, she giggled and shook her head. "I gotta go home, my parents are gonna be there any second." She said breaking the kiss. 

"So?" He asked with a smirk on his face. His hazel eyes were sparkling as he hid his head in the crook of her neck.

" So, I need a ride,"she said kissing his cheek and pushing him off her, "and you're giving me one."

He groaned in disappointement, "Fine." He said with a smile and got up. She was silent for a moment, as he walked to where she stood and kissed her neck from behind. He
found her looking at a picture of a dark haired girl, with his arms wrapped around the girl kissing her. 

"Let's go, doll " he grabbed her hand and walked out of the room. He pretended he didn't see her look at the picture at all. He felt himself lose control as memories started coming back again, and anger filled him once more. 

He locked the front door and got in the car, not saying a word. 

She felt that he wasn't himself. He was tense, his hands were trembling against the wheel and he kept pushing his hair to the back- a sign of frustration, as she learned about him the last 4 months. She knew he saw her looking at the picture. She knew he pretented not to notice. And she knew it was her in the picture, Taylor. 

She didn't dare say anything, and he didn't even look at her. He pulled over in front of her house and looked ahead, not meeting her gaze. She opened the door and got out of the car, and without saying a word, she walked to the other side and opened his door.

He looked up at her with a questioning look, seeming indifferent.

"Did I do something wrong? " she said in a weak voice, but filled with anger. 

" No, why would you think that?" he said and looked away. 

" Zayn, don't lie to me." She said, trying to get him to look at her.

" I gotta go, something came up." He removed her hand, holding the door, "See u later, doll." He said in a low voice without looking at her, he said it with no emotion at all. He closed the door and drove away, not sparing her another glance.

She sighed and entered her house. Frustrated and about to cry, she went up to her room and threw herself on the bed.

"Fine, be that way." She mumbled to herself.

Lying ther for half an hour, she thought about it and figured she shouldn't make a big deal out of what happened. She knows why he's acting like that. She knew that Taylor brought back memories to him, painful ones. And as much as it hurt her, she knew he still didn't forget her. But she couldn't judge him, she had to help him get better. she had to help him get over her.

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A/N:
Hey, beautiful readers! Sorry for taking so long, hope you didn't give up on our BAD BOI MALIK! This chapter was kind of boring, and short, but I promise there are many interesting chapters coming along. Don't forget to comment what you think, and vote! Lots of love<3

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