Bad Boy Thief of Hearts (Zayn Malik Fanfic)

Ella the bookworm finds a mysterious boy that turns her life around. What is it about Zayn Malik from One Direction that makes her feel different feeling that she has never encountered bfore? Will he break her heart? or will this end in a happily ever after like in her books? find out by reading...

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1. Chapter 1

Chapter 1

“Ella,” Monica was once again ranting about her stupid boyfriend, “are you listening?”

We were driving up to Santa Monica Beach and Monica was upset because her boyfriend Danny decided to go out to a basketball game with his friends instead of spending time at the beach with her. I look over at my blonde haired friend and her hazel eyes were fixed on me. I couldn't help but laugh at how big her eyes got when she was worried.

“Why are you laughing?” She asked her tone angry.

I laughed and said, “you are funny when you go on ranting about Danny.”

“It's not funny, Ella. I can't believe he would ditch me like that after I told him that we were suppose to be together all summer. I have been planning this beach trip for weeks. How inconsiderate of him to ditch me last minute to go to a stupid Clippers game.”

“Monica, calm down. The beach is going to be there all summer you can come with him some other day.”

“It is not the same thing,” she said crossing her arms and pouting like a child.

I laughed at my silly friend knowing that no matter what I said she wasn't going to change her mind about this situation. She is very stubborn and when she made up her mind about something there was nobody that could change it.

“Look we are going to have a good time today alright. You are not going to ruin this for everyone. This is the first time we are going to see Janell and Rosalie since they moved to San Francisco and we are all going to have a good time, got it?” Janell and Rosalie moved to San Francisco to go to college while Monica and I went to college near Los Angeles. They both fell in love with the city but there was no way Monica and I were going to leave our city of LA. We had everything we wanted right here and there was no need for us to go to college somewhere far from our favorite place. Janell and Rosalie on the other hand preferred San Fran. Now that we have all finished our first year pf college we wanted to celebrate by going to the beach and spending time with each other. Of course Monica wanted to have her boyfriend with her, but that was a fail. I was kind of glad he wasn't with us because sometimes he can take the fun away from a girls night out.

“Fine. You're right this is going to be fun we can forget about Danny. I don't need him anyways,” Monica said reaching over to turn up the radio, “Ooh that is my song!”

She turned up the music louder then started to sing, “You're insecure. Don't know what for. I'm turning heads when I walk through the do oh or.”

I giggled at her knowing that those were not the real lyrics to the song, but that was Monica for you always so self centered and full of high self esteem. Although I wouldn't blame her she usually did turn heads when she walked through the door. She was a blonde hazel eye girl with the perfect exotic body and perfect skin. When we were in high school together she was the one that usually had all of the cute boys staring at her. In fact most of the boys that would talk to me usually wanted me to help them out and set them up with Monica. It wasn't that I was ugly because I've been told I was pretty, but Monica had the charisma and she usually knew how to act around boys. I only knew what I read in my books. I am the kind of girl that preferred to read then go out on a date with a boy. I always thought of it a playing it safe. I didn't see the point of going out with someone that I knew was going to break my heart. I've seen Monica get her heart broken so many times and I always promised myself that would never let anyone break me like that.

“You don't know you're beautiful!” Monica yelled out as the song finished.

I laughed, “who sings this song?”

“I think their name is One Direction,” she said.

I looked at her confused. I've never heard of them.

“They are this new boy band. They are not big in the US, but I know they are really big in England.” She clarified.

“How do you know this?”

“There is an exchange student in one of my classes and she is from England. I talk to her sometimes and she told me about them. This the first time I hear their song on the radio.”

“Are you serious? You know someone from England?”

“Yes, I've told you about her before. Remember she is the girl that let us borrow her cake pop maker.”

“Oh, right. Wow. I did not know she was from England. She is soon going to become my best friend.,” I joked. I had a thing for British people and England. I was always intrigued by them ever since I was a little girl. I think it was mostly because of their literature and accents and of course The Beatles.

“Ha. Ha,” Monica said, “you know I am your one and only best friend.”

I laughed, “I was joking.”

As I tried to find a parking spot I heard my phone ring, “Answer it.”

Monica grabs my phone to answer the phone, “Hello, Ella's cell how can I help you?”

Pause.

“We are here trying to find parking.”

Pause.

“Yeah, Santa Monica beach.”

Pause.

“Are you serious!” Monica looked upset.

“What is going on?” I asked

She put turned to me and whispered, “Janell and Rosalie said that they thought we said Venice Beach and they are in Venice.”

“Are you serious?” I said, “just tell them we are on our way over there.”

She went back to her conversation on the phone and said, “Stay there we are on our way.”

 

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“Ella! Monica!” my dark haired friend yelled as she saw us walk over to the spot they had reserved for us. Janell's brown eyes opened wide open and she ran towards us. She was wearing a black bikini that exposed her scrawny body.

Rosalie was fixing her long black hair while walking towards Monica and me.

“Janell!” I yelled back. Then her bony body slammed against mine pulling me into an embrace.

“I missed you both so much!” she said and I can tell she wanted to cry.

“I missed you, too. Now don't start crying because this is a time for us to have fun. There will be no crying.” I said.

We walked over to our spot near the shore and set up our towels on the ground. I pulled my oversize t shirt over my head exposing my new bikini that Monica bought me. I loved it because it was blue, but I felt uncomfortable because it exposed a lot of my body.

“Dam, girl have you been working out? You look hot! Your boobs are just amazing,” Janell said.

Rosalie looked up at me and said, “Wow. You have developed.”

I blush and lay on the towel, “I've always looked like this.”

“No, you have developed into a beautiful butterfly with perky boobs. Why don't I have boobs like that?” Janell said looking down at her chest.

I laughed and closed my eyes to take in the sun. It felt nice to be out after a long year of studying and spending hours in the library stuck in the darkness. This summer was going to be about fun I deserved fun.

After laying and talking about what we all have been up to and catching p with our lives I pulled out my book and started to read while the girls played volleyball.

“Hey, bookworm!” Rosalie yelled, “put that book down and come and play with us. How else are you suppose to get the boys attention if you lay there and read.”

I look around at the empty beach and laugh. There wasn't a lot of people around like there usually is so I don't know whose attention I am suppose to get. Besides I don't need a boy I was happy with the boys in my books they never break my heart.

“I am not here to find a date, Rose,” I say.

“OK, but if a hot lifeguard comes running by I call dibs.” She said.

I shook my head and went back to reading my book. I loved reading especially Simone Elkeles books. I probably have read the same book about a hundred times and hear I was again reading it again getting lost in a different world. I look up to look for the girls but they were no where to be found. That's strange they were right in front of me. This is what happens when I get lost in my books. I got up and put my towel and my book in my navy blue beach bag. I started to look for my phone to call them but then I noticed their phones in my bag. Those idiots. I grabbed my beach bag and tied my t shirt around my waist so that it covered my butt. I started to walk by the little shops looking for them, but they were no where to be found. Stupid idiots. Why would they leave me stranded? Ugh. I am going to kill them when I see them.

I got tired of looking for them and decide to go inside a souvenir shop where they sold bathing suits jewelry and Venice beach mugs. I was looking through the sunglasses and trying them on. I decided to buy a pair then walked out to look for the idiots again. Maybe they went back to the car. As I walked out the store I looked through my bag looking for my keys when suddenly I bump into a guy and drop my beach bag and everything in it.

“Great! Ugh! Come on can you watch where you are going?” I say kneeling to pick up my things.

“Sorry,” I deep voice with an accent says. Kneeling down to help me with my things.

I look up his accent catching me off guard and find two brown almond shaped eyes starring at me. I freeze at the sight of his beautiful eyes and a knot in my stomach starts to form. I swallow and say, “it's..it's OK.”

“I like the ending,” he says in his beautiful accent. If I wasn't mistaken he was British. I knew this because of course I am an England obsessed girl.

“I'm sorry?” I ask confused.

He picked up the book from the ground and handed it to me, “the book. I like the ending.”

“Oh,” I said, “yeah so do I.”

We both got up and I took the book from him placing it in my bag.

“Sorry about bumping into you. I was a little distracted.” he said his accent making my stomach fill up with butterflies.

“It's fine. I wasn't paying attention either.”

He looked at me carefully and I was suddenly aware that I was standing half naked in my bikini. I blushed and started to fix my shirt around my waist trying to cover as much skin as possible.

He must have noticed my insecurity because a smile started to form on his face and he took a step back to give me some space. He stretched out his hand and said, “My name is Zayn.”

I smiled taking his hand and replied, “I'm Ella.”

“Nice to meet you, Ella,” his accent once again making my insides flutter.

“I am sorry to ask, but where are you from?” I asked.

He smiled and answered, “England. Bradford to be specific.”

“Wow. You are a long way from home, Zayn. What brings you to California?” He looked at me confused.

“I guess you can say I am here on business.”

I didn't know whether he was telling the truth or not because why would a young guy like him be doing business in California. It didn't matter anyways, “I see. Well it was nice meeting you. Now if you excuse me I have three idiots I have to go find.”

“It was nice meeting you, too.” He said. OMG that accent is making me melt.

I walked around him and began to walk away when I hear, “Ella!”

I turned around and found British boy running towards me. Did I forget something? I l look at him confused and said, “Did I drop something else?”

He smiled and his long thick lashes batted making the butterflies flutter again, “No, I just. I was just wondering whether you would go out with me?”

I looked at him shocked, “Me?”

He laughed and said, “Yea, I'm new around here and it be nice to have some one show me around.”

“Oh,” I said disappointed. So he wants me to be his tour guide?

“What do you say?” he asked.

“I don't know,” I didn't know if I should go out with a stranger. I mean he is hot, but I don't know anything about him. I suddenly notice his ears are pierced. Huh. I hadn't noticed that.

“I promise to watch where I am going,” he joked.

I smiled. This could be my chance to make a British person my best friend. I smiled again thinking of how silly I sounded. He was very hot and no guy has ever asked me out before even if it is just to be his tour guide so I said, “alright. Sure I can be your tour guide.”

“Fantastic,” he said, “I'll give you my number and you can call me.”

“Sure,” I said and started to look for my phone in my bag, “um, yeah I can't find my phone.”

He handed me his phone and said, “here you can record your number in my phone.”

I punched in my number into his phone and handed it back to him.

“Great. I will give you a call,” he said, “ it was nice meeting you, again.”

“Nice meeting you, too.” I said.

 

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I sat in the car waiting for the idiots to come because I was not going to go out and look for them again. I turned on the radio and once again the song that Monica was singing earlier was on. I put up the volume and started to sing along to the chorus. It was a catchy song. Then I heard a tapping on the passenger window. Monica. I rolled down the window and my blonde friend peaked in with a smile on her face.

“Why are you smiling? It isn't funny. I've been looking for you guys for an hour now.” I said.

“We went to the bathroom and you looked so into you book so we didn't want to bother you.”

“You went to the bathroom for a whole hour!” I was mad.

“Well...” she looked suspicious, “it's a funny story actually.”

“Well you can tell me while we eat because I am starving.” I said and she got in the car while Janell and Rosalie got into their car and followed behind us.

 

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We went to a subway near by to eat.

“So, are you guys going to tell me what happen?” I started to interrogate.

Janell smiled and said, “Monica can tell you.”

Monica looked at me and said, “OK, you know that song I was singing. The British boy band one?”

I nodded. What does a song have to do with them disappearing”

“Well, turns out Janell and Rosalie are fans and they heard a rumor that they would be here, so then I was like how cool maybe we will meet a celebrity. So we were in the bathroom talking about how cool it would be to meet them and we decided to go walk and look to see if we bumped into one of them.”

“And you didn't bother to tell me you were going to leave.” I said.

“No, we went back to tell you to come with us, but you were gone. So, we decided to go and look for both a celebrity and you. It was a win win. So anyways some other girls were there looking for the band and apparently they saw one of the guys but then lost him somewhere by the little shops.” she continued.

“So no band?” I asked.

Rosalie frowned and said, “Nope it was a fail.”

I laughed at their craziness to let them know I wasn't mad anymore.

“So what did you do while we were gone?” Janell asked.

“I looked for you idiots but then I got bored so I went into a shop and bought these glasses,” I said pointing at the glasses on my head.

“Nice.” she said.

“I met a guy,” I added.

They all looked at me with their eyes wide open and there mouths dropped to the floor. I smiled and said, “i gave him my number,” and once again they had shocked expressions on their faces.

“WHAT?” They all said at the same time.

I laughed at their shocked expressions. I understood why they were surprised I mean I have never agreed to give anyone my number or go on a date with them. I was always studying and would rather read then go out on a date, but it was kind of insulting for them to look so surprised. I mean I am pretty. I can get a date.

“You idiots need to stop looking so shocked. I am capable of going out on a date.”

“Of course you are,” Janell said, “it's just you never gave anyone the chance. What did he say to convince YOU.”

“Well he is new in town and he asked me to show him around. So it isn't a date more like a tour appointment.” I said.

“Is he hot?” Monica asked.

I nod, “Very.”

“It's a date,” they said at the same time.

I started to picture his beautiful eyes in my head and the way his lashes batted and I felt a smile starting to form on my face. His accent made my insides flutter and his eyes were simply hypnotizing. If only it were a real date and not just me giving him a tour of the city. I hope he does end up calling me. I want to hear his sweet voice and his British accent. I frowned at the thought of him forgetting about what we agreed on. I mean why would he want to call me anyways. I was just a bookworm he could just call someone else for a tour. I pushed the thoughts aside and continued to eat my sandwich.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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