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.


12. Surprise?

Hey my adorable readers. This chapter may be short, but I've been a bit busy with school work.

Anyway, here's the chapter. Comment your thoughts!


As usual, Bella woke up with no sound of her parents. Yet, she had good company. She looked to the side, and there he was beside her. Holding her hand in his, fast asleep. 

She felt good having him around after not seeing him for 5 days straight.
She missed him more than she thought she would, and the things he said last night made her body go weak. And if she was being honest? It scared her.

She was afraid to get attached to him. She was afraid of how they might end up in the end. But as she thought of all the good times she's had with him so far, she shook her head to get rid of the pesimistic thoughts and just stared at him.
She stayed like that, looking at his peaceful features, his quiff was messy like usual, but she liked it.
The blonde edge of his quiff was messed up, giving him the bad boy look. 
He did look like a bad boy. But he was more like a bad boy gone good, ya know? 

She played with his hair for a while, before she quietly got up to change her clothes.
She ended up wearing a regular white shirt and black skinny jeans, setting her hair in a messy bun.

She thought she'd do something for him for once, although it was only breakfast. So, thirty minutes later, she was done.

She went upstairs to her room, heading towards the bed to wake the handsome guy up.
She sat down beside him, his back facing her. She put a hand on his hair and moved it around his quiff, messing it up more. 
He groaned as he got holf of her wrist. 
 "Wake up, lazy head." She said patting on his arm.

" Not yet, let me sleep" he said with his morning irresistible voice, and she felt her heart sink. God, what was he doing to her?

"Alright" she said kissing him on the lips for a few seconds, then started to walk away. She knew what she just did, and felt proud of herself. She was just waiting for his reaction. 

He glanced up at her with a frown evident on his face, " That's not fair, doll " he said annoyed.
She liked to tease him. Plus,  he was too cute when he woke up. His sleepy eyes half open, looking weak and dreamy. She couldn't help it.
" What? fine I take the kiss back " she told him smiling at him and went downstairs. 

He smiled, she knew exactly how to get him out of the bed. When he stayed over, they'd just lay beside each other, hug and cuddle. As corny as that sounds, and he was more than fine with that. She was what any guy would wish for, simply perfect.

That was the first time he has ever let a girl in. Well, after Taylor, that is.

He frowned a bit at the painful memories, then shook his head and went to the bathroom, washed his face and went downstairs. 

He saw her sitting at the kitchen table, sipping a bit of her orange juice, looking down at her Iphone. A large plate of pancakes with syrup was at the table , next to another glass of juice. He smiled at her gesture, and found it rather amusing. 
" Morning, doll" he said and stood behind her chair. His arms went around her neck as he planted a kiss on her cheek. 

" Morning " She smiled at him shyly. 

" Um, what do we have here ?" He asked pulling her closer. He knew she thought it was too much when he made them something to eat, and what she did bow was cute, too cute.

" Just a little paycheck " she smiled " Well, part of it" she added, since he has done this many times. 

"You know you didn't have to." He said, placing a kiss on her temple. 

He sat beside her and took a fork, then put some syrup and tasted the pancakes.

" Wow " He said with a mouth full. " This is amazing, doll."

She chuckled at his expression, and couldn't help but admire how he looked extremely good looking even while eating.

"Glad you like it."

After they were done, Zayn got up and took the plates with him to the sink. 
He was about to start the water when he heard " Oh no, you thought wrong, Move." 

He chuckled and turned to face her. A smiled appeared on her face when her eyes met his. 
He went to hold her wrist but she moved quickly beside him and started washing the dishes.  

" Well, I could've done that you know " He spoke from behind her.

She smiled " I don't want you to." 

He came closer to where she stood, and put his arms around her waist. He leaned his head on her shoulder, smelling her amazing vanilla scent as  he closed his eyes.

 She then moved her gaze to face him while still washing the dishes,  planted a short kiss on his cheek then looked back at the dishes, his arms still around her.
He opened his eyes and smirked, then turned her around so she was facing him.  Her eyes grew wide out of surprise and she smiled at him as he admired her cute appearance. her hands were covered in soap, her hair was up in a messy bun with only a few strands of hair falling in front of her eyes. She kept her hands away from him so she wouldn't cover him in aoup,  then tried to turn around.

" Oh, no.  You thought wrong. " He said to her mockingly,  using the tone she used on him.

She glanced at his eyes and was completely blown away. Something about his eyes kept her  close as he put his forehead against hers.

" You're too cute " she whispered to him. His warmth gave her a feeling she never had, even with Stan when things were still good between them.

" And you're too damn hard to resist " he said in a whisper, his voice making her entire body shiver. 

He lifted her head up and looked at her face before he gave her a gentle kiss, full of emotions. 
She forgot all about what's around her, and put her hands up to his hair, messing it up.
He grinned during the kiss but didn't brake it. She smiled back at him, while her hands kept moving through his hair.
Monent later she stopped the kiss and moved her head backwards.  

" Let me finish and go take a shower." 

He groaned with a frown and let go of her, acting like he's sad.

Huh, didn't work.

" I took one last night, doll."
She looks at him, then looks up and chuckles. He follows her gaze and looks at what she's looking at. 

" Seriously? " He asked in disbelief as he noticed his hair full of soap.

" Well, what can I say , you wouldn't let me go." She smirked and turned to finish the dishes. 

He grinned and kissed her cheek.
" Fine " his voice was soft as she smiled and shook her head.

Just as he finished taking a shower, he wore the same black jeans he had on, but still didn't wear a shirt. Seconds later he heard a knock at the door. 

" Come in, doll." 

She came in holding a bag in her hand, " I was jus.." she trailed off when looked up at him then turned red and her eyes grew wider. She couldn't look away from his toned, muscled chest. A Pink Floyd pyramid tattoo was on his arm and a sentence tattooed just below his left shoulder.

She looked away, and held the bag forward for him to take.

" I just.. wanted to give you these " she almost whispered.

She heard his footsteps get closer And tensed. He took the bag and placed it on the floor, then grabbed her hand in his. She felt her fingertips go across his tattoos and grinned.

" Am I that ugly too look at ?" he lifted her head up to face him with a smirk on his face.

She felt his muscles against her hand as she looked at his eyes and shook her head in embarressement.

" Then why'd you look away? " He asked, teasing her. 

Did he want her to simply embarress herself completely?

She sighed as she spoke. "Cut it out, Malik" she said and punched his chest.
She winced in pain and let a scream out.

" Are you okay?" He asked concerned while he grabbed  her hand.

" God! " she yelled in amusement. "I knew you were buff and all, but not this much! seriously?" She said annoyed.

He laughed at the cute scene in front of him.  
"Well, you're the one who hit me."

He noticed she turned red so he backed away a bit.

" What does it mean ?"

" What's 'it' ?" he asked confused. 

Her shaking fingertips trailed across the sentence tattooed on his chest.

" It says 'be true to who you are ', it's written  in Arabic." 

His voice echoed through her head as his touch was beginning to be a weakness.

" Um, I like it " she said shyly and looked at his eyes.

He smiled and leaned in closer to her face, but she stopped herself before doing something stupid, and went her way under his arm to the bag.

He groaned and watched her movements. 

" These are for you " she smiled innocently. 

She brought out a black skinny jeans with a black shirt, and a leather jacket, which Zayn thought was way cooler than the one he had. 

" Seriously?" he looked at her questionably. 

" What! just shut up and put them on " she said and pecked his lips, " I'll be downstairs" , she added then walked out of the room.

He smiled once she was out of sight and shook his head. she was too good to be true.
He put the clothes on and styled his hair in his usual quiff then followed her downstairs. He couldn't wait to give her a hug and lay beside her. 

" Zayn!" He heard her yell out his name. His eyes widened as he began running towards the whereabouts of her voice.

" Get off of me" she yelled in frustration. This only made Zayn angry as he thought what might be happening. He approached the living room to see..Surprise, surprise.

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