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...


10. Chapter 10

 Chapter 10

I walk into the library and Stanley who was now my boss was waiting for me at the front desk. He was a man in his fifties and was very friendly. He had this strict intimidating look, but when you talked to him he was the nicest man that you can ever meet.

He led me to a room towards the back of the library where he said that we could eat lunch. There was tables, a fridge, and a microwave. Then he led me to another room where he took my picture and printed out my official library ID. My job was to stack books and make sure all books were where they belonged.

“You can start by placing all of these books that were turned in back where they belong,” he said pointing at a cart filled with books.

I nodded and walked over to the cart.

“I will have someone come and help you in a bit,” he said and walked away leaving me with the cart full of books.

I started to look through the books and tried to pull a plan together to how to sort them out. I wanted to make this easier so that I would be able to figure out where they belong. I pick up the first book and my heart starts to race when I realize that I picked up the same book that I had the day I first met Zayn. The memory of his eyes popped in my head when I first saw him that day at the beach and I could help but let a lonely tear escape. I really did miss him. I wished he would call me or tell me that it was a mistake to put distance between us, but I knew that that was something impossible.

“You are the new girl I am suppose to help out,” a familiar voice interrupts my thoughts.

I turn around and find my friend Christian standing in front of me. Christian and I met at school when I was trying to find the library. He was very sweet and flirty when I first met him, but I was a bit surprised that he knew almost all of my favorite books and authors. He asked me out a few times, but I always turned him down and told him we were better as friends. I liked him because he was the only person that I can talk about my love for books, but I never thought of him as someone I would like to date. Of course that never stopped him from flirting with me.

I smile weakly at him and say, “I guess I am. I didn't know you worked here.”

“Well I am a bookworm and I didn't know you were the new girl,” he said.

I shrugged and said, “so we are co-workers now?”

“I guess we are,” he said with a playful smile.

He walked towards the cart filled with books and started to look through them. “You have a lot of work to do here.”

I sighed and said, “Yeah I guess I do.”

“Well not to worry because your hero is here,” he said doing a fake superman pose.

I laughed and said, “alright hero how about you teach me how to sort it out.”

He nodded and began to explain to me how I should sort out the books by genre first then by author in alphabetical order. It took us about and hour to get all of the books sorted and once they were sorted we had to put them back on the shelves.

As we were placing the books back on the shelves he starts to tell me about how his summer was going so far. He told me how he and his friends were spending a lot of time at the beach since he now learned how to surf. He also told me he is waiting for a couple of family members to fly in from New York City and that he was excited because he hadn't seen them in a long time. I tried to listen to what he was saying but most of the time I would doze off and start to think of Zayn, but then I would stop myself and start to think of the next book I wanted to read.

“So how is you r summer going so far?” He asked.

“Oh it's been,” I paused not knowing what to say, “good.”

He looked at me raising his eyebrows, “Good?”

I nodded.

“Come on. I've seen you on TV and it looks like you are having an interesting summer.” He said.

I froze at the sound of his words remembering that horrible moment when I was on TV crying. I looked down at the books I was holding in my hand trying to avoid any eye contact with Christian.

“Sorry,” he said, “you don't have to talk about it if you don't want.”

I sighed then shook my head, “It's OK I met this guy and I thought things were going great, but I think I ruined things. He was my friend and now he is gone.”

“Well I don't know what happened between you guys, but I advice you not to hang with that crowd. I never really like celebrities. They are very self centered and such drama queens. Stay away Ella. I don't think you are that type of girl.”

I smiled weakly and said, “Staying away won't be a problem. He left and I don't think he ever wants to see me again. I am just trying to go back to how things were before I met him.”

We worked the rest of the shift in silence and I wished that he would say something to keep me from thinking about Zayn. I was starting to wonder what he was up to. Where is he? The last I heard was they were in Florida.


* * *


I was walking to my car after a first great day of work when I heard my name being called behind me. I turned around and found Christian running towards me. He stopped in front of, panting.

“Christian, are you alright?” I asked.

“Um, yeah. Can I ask you for a tiny favor?” he asked.

“Sure,” I said a bit scared of what he was going to ask.

“Can you give me a ride back to my dorm? My car doesn't want to start.”

“Oh,” I was bit surprised that he didn't ask me out because he usually does, “Yea sure.”

He looked at me slightly squinting his eyes then smiled, “Did you think I was going to ask you out?”

I shot my eyes open surprised, “Um no. Yes.”

“Do you want me to ask you?” He asked with a flirtatious smile on his face.

“No,” I said playfully hitting his shoulder then turned my back towards him opening my car door.

He laughed and then walked towards the passenger seat of the car saying, “Oh you want me. I just know it.”

I laughed and stepped inside the car. It was funny how he always thought that I really liked him. Christian is a great guy, but there was no way I would ever go out with him. The only guy that I have ever been interested in, besides John, was Zayn and I don't think that that could ever happen.

“Come on Ella. You know you want to go out with me,” he said as he put on his seat belt.

I shook my head while I started the car and said, “Christian, have we not gone through this before?”

“Yes, you said you did want a relationship blah blah blah,” he said mocking me.

I tried to focus on the road, but he was making it hard when I really wanted to punch him for mocking me.

“I thought maybe since you were giving that superstar a chance then maybe you would want to give me a chance,” he said.

“I was not giving him a chance. We were just friends.” I said.

“Right,” he said sarcastically.

I didn't say anything to defend myself because he was right I was willing to give Zayn a chance, but that didn't matter anymore because he was gone and he didn't want to see me anymore. He wanted distance between us. I mean I wasn't lying when I said Zayn and I were just friends because that's what we were, but I did want more with him. I don't think I am willing to give any body else a chance especially since things with Zayn did not turn out very well.

“Am I ugly?” Christian asked interrupting my thoughts.

“What,” I asked giggling.

“I am there has to be something wrong with me. You always turn me down and I think I am a pretty nice guy so it must be my looks. I am ugly right?”

I laughed. I couldn't believe he was asking me this. “No you are not ugly Christian. I am just not looking for a relationship right now.”

“So that superstar wasn't your boyfriend?”

Why was he bugging me so much about this topic? I don't want to talk about Zayn or whether we were together. I just want to go home.

“No he wasn't,” I say annoyed.

“Really? Because when I saw you at the club with him he looked very jealous when I was talking to you. I could have sworn he was your boyfriend.”

I remember that day. That was the day Zayn was smoking in the patio and he told me that he first was hoping I would be his one night stand., but that I was different. That was the night I got drunk and he took care of me by taking me to his hotel. He took care of me when I wasn't well. The memory of him letting me stay in his hotel room when I was a total wreck made me smile.

“He is complicated,” I say.

“I can tell.” He said dropping the subject.

The rest of the car ride to his dorm was quiet. He didn't bother me about Zayn or the fact that I didn't want to give him a chance. I wasn't sure if I was ever going to be able to give anyone a chance ever again. Zayn was the only one I was willing to try, but that was all ruined and after that I was sure that the only ones that would have a chance with me are my books.

I pulled up to the parking lot near Christian's dorm and said goodbye. He asked me if it was alright if I gave him a ride to and from work tomorrow while he figured out what was wrong with his car. At first I wanted to deny giving him a ride because after this day of all his questions I wasn't sure I wanted to go through it again, but I agreed to carpool with him.


* * *

I was sitting in the kitchen eating breakfast and reading a book that Christian had recommended and I was very hooked on it. I've only been working with him for about three weeks now and it was a bit easier to tolerate him and his flirting. My friends popped in the kitchen together and had a serious look on their faces. They sat on the table and stared at me. I knew they wanted to tell me something and I was sort of afraid of what it would be. I put down my book and looked up at them waiting for them to talk.

They exchanged some looks between each other and then looked at me. There was something seriously wrong with them today.

“Are you guys going to tell what is up with you?” I asked.

They all looked down and started to play with there fingers fidgeting in their seats avoiding my question. They were begging to worry me.

“Hello. Is something wrong?” I asked.

Monica looked up at me and finally spoke up, “Ella, Niall called last night.”

I stared at them and they had my full attention. If Niall called then this meant that this had something to do with Zayn. My heart was begging to race. I had no idea whether this would be bad news or good news.

“OK,” I said encouraging them to go on.

“It's Zayn,” she said sadly.

The tone of her voice was not music to my ears. There was something wrong. Something wrong with Zayn and I didn't know what it was. I looked at my friends trying to read their expressions hoping to find something positive in their faces. They all avoided my gaze looking down at their hands.

My heart kept beating faster and faster with every moment that passed, “Monica what is wrong with Zayn?”

Monica took a deep breathe and slowly said, “He has a girlfriend now.”

Her words hit me like knives. I felt my heart stop and I suddenly couldn't breathe. I place my right hand over my heart trying to feel the beat of my heart, but the beating was off. It was hurt. The tears started to stream down my face and I could feel the sorry stares of my friends on me. He was gone. Zayn was really gone. I knew that he wanted some distance between us, but everyday that passed I hoped that maybe one day he would change his mind and give me a call. I hoped that he would call me and tell me that he wanted to be my friend again and then that maybe we would give things a try, but that wasn't the case. I had lost him now. He belonged to someone else.







































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