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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12. Chapter 12

 Chapter 12

“Hello,” I answer.

“Ella,” the familiar voice says.

“Zayn?” My heart starts to race when I realize it was.

“I missed your voice” He said.

Anger rushes through me. How dare he call me after three weeks of no contact at all and tell me he misses my voice.

“You miss my voice?” I ask angry, “You haven't called or texted in three weeks and you miss my voice?”

“I am sorry,” he says.

His words make my heart race making all the anger fade away. Just the sound of his voice was making all of these memories that I pushed away flow back into my head. Two weeks ago I would have been crying over Zayn hoping he would call me and tell me that he wanted me, but I was done waiting for him.

“You don't get to say that anymore Zayn,” I said and hung up.

I through myself on my bed and felt the tears flow out of my eyes again. I know I still wanted him, but he hurt me and I cried so much for him. I was tired of crying and I didn't want to go through any of that again. I would never be able to keep up with the life he lives and I came to the realization that we would never work out. This is the reason why I decided to give Christian a chance.

Even though I so badly wanted to be with Zayn; I decided that if he was able to move on and be with some one then I can move on too and give Christian a chance.

I know that Zayn was never mine to begin with, but in my head I felt like we could have had a chance at something amazing. Now I know that that was all in my mind and there is no way we could ever have those amazing moments I pictures in my head. He was with her now. Adeline was her name. I've seen pictures of them on TV and on magazines. There was a picture where he stood outside a hotel and she was kissing him. The thought of another girl taking that kiss that I want so much made me so angry. I admit they look great together and of course they would they come form the same world. I on the other hand come from the world of the unknown. No one knows who we are and we never get to be with the ones we so badly want.

I stood up and wiped the tears off my face. I shouldn't be crying for him again. I was with Christian now and I should be happy. He was a great guy. He was funny and really cared about me. Even though I don't feel the same way about Christian like I do about Zayn; I know Christian really cares about me and I care about him too. He has been a great friend and we have a lot in common.

“Hello,” I hear Christian say.

I turn around and find him standing at my door.

“Hey,” I say.

“Are you ready to go?”

“Yeah,” I say, “are the girls ready?”

“Yeah, the car is packed and ready for our amazing picnic at the beach. Everyone's just waiting for you.” He says with a smile on his face.

I smile at him and walk towards the door. I walk out the door looking down at the ground trying to avoid eye contact with him.

I feel his grip on my arm and he pulls me my body slamming against his chest. He takes his hand and softly places it on my cheek caressing my cheek with his thumb.

“You were crying,” he says.

I close my eyes ashamed.

“Was it because of him?” He asked.

“I'm sorry,” I say embarrassed. I can't help what I feel for Zayn.

“It's OK,” He says and plants a light kiss at the corner of my mouth. Then plants another one on my lips.

I smile weakly at him then turn around walking out the door.

“I love the beach!” Monica yells out when we arrive. She tilted her head back and stretched out her arms taking in the sun.

We all laugh at her and she just twirls around taking it all in. Danny (her boyfriend) wraps his arms around her waist and starts to kiss her neck. She then turns her head and her lips meet his. They start to make out passionately and we all turn around at the same time.

“Ugh. Get a room,” Rosalie yells.

We started to get out everything from the car and head out to find a spot on the beach. It is the hottest day of the summer and the beach was filled with people. Finding a spot was going to be a challenge. We walked around trying to find a good spot to set up and after what seemed like forever we finally set up close to shore. I laid out a towel on the floor and took off my oversized t shirt revealing my half naked body. I still can't believe Monica convinced me to where this bikini. I wanted to wear my blue one, but I remembered that I threw it away because it reminded me of the day I met Zayn.

I put on my sunglasses and laid down on the towel. I put on my ear phones and closed my eyes. The song 'What Makes You Beautiful' was on replay because it was the only way I could secretly think of Zayn. This is the one song that I play over and over everyday since he left and I never get tired of it. I not only play it because I still miss Zayn, but because I miss the rest of the boys too. I even miss Louis although he can be annoying sometimes. I miss Niall and his constant hunger. I miss Harry's perverted comments that always made me laugh. I missed Liam and the way he yelled at Louis and Harry for being immature, but most of all I missed Zayn. I miss his brown eyes and the way he is constantly checking himself in the mirror just to make sure his hair looks OK Just the thought of him was making my heart race.

I quickly take off my earphones and sit up shaking my head to push away the thoughts of him.

“Are you alright, babe,” Christian says.

I look over at him and smile, “Yeah I'm fine.”

I feel so guilty for being with Christian, but still wanting to be with Zayn. Maybe I made a mistake by hanging up on him this morning. I should have let him finish telling me what he wanted to tell me. I was begging to regret hanging up on him and now I wanted to call him and tell him I was still thinking about him.

I shook my head pushing the thoughts away. I can't. I can't let myself think these things with Zayn because we can never work. I had Christian now. I should focus on making things work with Christian instead of worrying about how things could be with Zayn.

“Christian can you lay next to me,” I say. Maybe having him close to me will help me forget about that phone call.

Christian scoots closer to me and lays down with me. We lay down facing each other. He stared into my eyes and I was beginning to feel uncomfortable.

“Are you OK?” He asked noticing my uneasiness.

I nod.

“What happen this morning?” He asked.

“What do you mean?”

“Well you haven't cried for him in a while and I thought you were starting to forget about him.”

I close my eyes ashamed. I hate how he is so nice about all of this. He knows how I feel about Zayn, yet he still decides to be with me. It wasn't fair to him.

He caresses my eyelids with his thumb and says, “You don't have to tell me if you don't want.”

I open my eyes and say, “He called me.”

“What did he say?”

“He missed my voice and he was sorry.” I say.

He sits up and I start to feel that uneasy feeling at the pit of my stomach. I started to feel guilty. I sit up too and rest my hand on his shoulder.

“It doesn't matter. I told him it was too late for apologies.” I say trying to make the situation better.

He turned to look at me and smiled. He moved closer to me and planted a kiss on my lips. I smiled shyly under his lips and he kissed harder making the kiss a bit more passionate. My lips moved against his, but my heart ached with every movement. I couldn't stop myself from wanting Zayn's lips against mine instead of Christian's.

He pulls apart and says, “I hope one day you can kiss me without thinking of him.”

His words make me blush and stare down at the grown embarrassed.

He lifts my chin up with his forefinger and says, “I am willing to wait for that day.”

I smile at him and he stands up walking away towards the ocean. I stay in place thinking about what he said. Will that day ever come? Will I ever be able to get over Zayn? What is that day never came? Christian is not going to wait forever. Even if he were willing to wait forever I don't think I would want him to wait. It wasn't fair to him. He deserved to be with a girl that can return those feelings he felt for me.

Janell sat next to me interrupting my thoughts. She was on her phone texting or tweeting. She was constantly on that device and I never actually asked her who it was that she was texting. She started to laugh and I could see her cheeks getting rosier than usual.

“Who are you constantly texting?” I asked curious.

She looked up at me blushing and said, “You don't want to know.”

“Tell me,” I demand.

“You really don't want to know Ella.” She said.

“Janell,” I said slowly, “i do want to know.”

She sighed and said, “Fine. I've been texting Niall.”

My heart stops because I know Niall is with Zayn.

“I told you that you didn't want to know,” she says.

I gave her a weak smile and said, “It's OK So what is going on between you guys? I know you have been texting him almost everyday since he left.”

She blushed and said, “Oh we are just friends.”

I rose an eyebrow, “Do you like him?”

She looked down at her phone shyly and her cheeks started to turn a crimson color. I smile because I’ve never seen her this way before and yell, “Oh my god! You like him.”

She looks at me her eyes wide open and whispers, “would you keep it down? I don't want the whole world to know.”

I laugh because if she liked him this meant the whole world would know because of who he is. Then I stop myself because I realized that she might be going through the same things Zayn and I are going through. Or maybe not? Niall was different from Zayn.

“So does he know?” I ask her.

She gasps and says, “Oh heck no. I would never have the courage to tell him. Besides he lives on the other side of the world. There is no way it'll..” she trails off.

I frown knowing she realizing that I probably understand what she is talking about.

She takes my hand in hers, “can I ask you something?”

I nod.

“Do you really think being with Christian is the best for you?”

Her question catches me off guard and I am not sure what to say to her. I am not even sure I know that answer to that.

“I,” I sigh, “I don't know if it is the best thing to do, but I know that if I don't give anybody else a chance and go back to hiding in my book then I will never know what could have been. I guess I am just afraid of never feeling anything for anyone like I felt for Zayn. I want to find that feeling again.”

“And you think you will find it with Christian?” She asks.

“I am not sure, but I am willing to try.” I say.

She was about to ask me something when her phone starts to ring and I am glad it does because I am not sure I can answer anymore questions about Zayn. I was already starting to feel the tears wanting to come out and I hated how just the thought of what could have been made me feel.

“Hello?” She answers.

I take out my phone and start to look through my email when I hear her yell, “Are you serious? When? Tomorrow? Wow that is great. I can't wait. Oh my god I miss you guys so much.”

I look at her wondering what she is talking about, but most importantly who is she talking to? She hangs up the phone then jumps up from the ground jumping up and down. She was very excited about something and I was dying to know what. I stand up from the ground and laugh at her because I have never seen her so excited before. I put my hands on her shoulders to stop her from jumping up and down and she has the biggest smile across her face.

“Are you going to tell me what this is all about?” I ask laughing.

“The British are coming,” she says.

I laugh at how silly she sounds, “What is that suppose to mean?”

“I know you are not going to like this, but they are coming.”

“Who?” I ask, “Who is coming.”

“The one and only One Direction,” she whispers excited.

My heart suddenly stops and my breathing starts to grow heavy. My lungs fail to pump oxygen through my body and my heart suddenly can not pump the blood that need.

“Ella,” I hear Janell's voice in the distance, “are you alright?”

He is coming. He is going to be here. Zayn was coming and he was going to be near me. I was suddenly excited because he was going to be near me, but at the same time I was nervous because I didn't know everything how going to turn out. Will I get to see him? How is Christian going to react to this?

I take a deep breath and ask, “When?”

“Are you sure you want to know, Ella?” She asks concern.

I shake her lightly and ask, “When are they coming?”

“Ow,” she says, “their flight leaves tomorrow morning.”

“Tomorrow,” I say panting, “tomorrow.”

“Ella, are you alright you look a little pale.”

They are coming tomorrow. This is such a short notice. I want to see him. I want to see Zayn, but I am not sure if it is the right thing to do. No. I can't. I can't do this to myself. I am trying to forget about him. I shouldn't be thinking about seeing him. I should be thinking about ways to not see or think of him ever again.

“I am fine. It's just,” I couldn't even speak.

“You were not expecting them to come back,” she finishes my sentence.

I nod, “I thought that maybe he would never want to come back. Now he is just making everything a lot more complicated for me. Ugh. Why did I ever cross his path? I don't want him here? I mean I want him, but I shouldn't. This is all so confusing.”

Janell was staring at me like I was crazy and says, “I can tell. Look Niall said--”

“Hey babe,” Christian interrupts, “Lets go into the water together.”

I close my eyes and take a deep breathe, then I put on a big smile and turn to face Christian. He had his hand stretched out inviting me to join him. I look at Janell then look at Christian taking his hand and followed him into the ocean.

 

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I was locked in my room trying to avoid Janell and the rest of the girls because all they could talk about is how excited they were to get to see the boys again. Niall asked Janell to go receive them at the airport and of course they were not going to deny that. I was laying in bed having nothing to do because Christian was gone for the week. He and his family from New York rented a cabin up in Big Bear Mountains and were spending a whole week there. He asked me to go, but I wasn't sure if I was ready to spend everyday with him for a whole week, besides going with him meant that I would have to meet his family and I was not ready for that either. I am not even sure I am even ready to even be his girlfriend, but that was something I forced myself to do.

I didn't tell him that Zayn was coming to Los Angeles because I knew that he was going to be worried and he wouldn't want to go with his family. I couldn't let him do that because he was looking forward to spending time with them. But I think the biggest reason I didn't tell him was because I was afraid that he would be mad.

I hear a knock on my door, “Ella,” Rosalie called out, “We are going to head out now.”

I stand up and walk towards my door. I open it and find three very excited girls standing in front of me.

“You don't look so happy,” Monica teases.

“Ha. Ha.” I say my tone bitter.

She throws her arms in the air then gives me a big hug, “Oh come on Ella cheer up. You are going to be fine.”

“I hope so,” I say.

They all wish me luck and then head out of the apartment. Part of me wishes that I would have the courage to go with them because I know I want to see him, but another part of says that if I see him I wouldn't be able to control myself. I am afraid that if look at him I will forget about everything and just forgive him for what he has put me through. My heart tells me that I should go out run in to his arms and tell him that I forgive him and that I want to be with him. My head tells me not to be stupid and that if I go I will just make everything a lot more complicated.

I decide to do what my head says and I throw myself on my bed closing my eyes with the image of Zayn's beautiful eyes in my head and fall into a deep sleep.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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