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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19. Chapter 19

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Chapter 18

I woke up to the sound of my alarm clock and the images of yesterday's encounter with Zayn were still playing in my mind. His touch running down my skin. The touch of his lips lingering on my neck. Just the thought of us being so close to him was making my breathing uneasy. I laid in my bed thinking what it would be like to wake up next to me. It was funny how I can feel so uncomfortable sleeping next to Christian, but when it came to Zayn I didn't care I just wanted to be with him and have him close to me. I wanted to feel his hot breath against my skin and feel his lips against mine. I ran my fingertips along my lips where Zayn last left his mark and I felt the tears run down my face. I quickly wiped the tears off my face and got up to get ready for work.

Once I was dressed I went into the kitchen and found Niall and Janell eating breakfast. I wasn't sure if I wanted to ask why he was here so I just stayed quiet and made myself a cup of coffee.

“Morning,” they both said giggling.

“I don't even want to know.” I said.

They laughed at me and said, “we didn't do--”

I put up my hand in protest and said, “I said I don't want to know.”

They both sat there laughing and I made my way out of the kitchen and into the living room only to find Liam and Rosalie watching TV. What is going on with these people? Every time we go out I wake up to a new tenant. I stare at them suspiciously and Liam just grins and greets me good morning.

“If you are all going to start living here I expect you to pay rent as well,” I said.

They both laughed and I just walked out of the apartment.

 

Work was very slow especially because Christian had the week off. I had no one to make me laugh so I was stuck thinking about Zayn. I spent all day restocking books and putting them into shelves. I picked up a book that had a picture of a beach on the cover and my mind immediately thought of him. Everything reminded me of him. I was over at the teen section where I was putting some books back in the shelves when I feel a tap on my shoulder.

I turn around and find a girl about fifteen years old standing in front of me. She had her wrists full of colorful bracelets and was dressed in a nice white flowy dress. Her blonde long hair flowed down her back nicely and she was holding what seemed like a pink diary in her hands.

“Can I help you?” I ask nicely.

“You are Ella,” she said in a sweet voice.

“Yes,” I said.

She stared at me for a while a white pearly smile formed across her face.

“How can I help you?” I asked.

She held out her pink book to me and said, “Can I get your autograph?”

My eyes shot open looking at her book. Why does she want my autograph? Who is this girl? I was so confused.

“Did you just ask for my autograph?” I asked.

She nodded and said. “you are Zayn's girl.”

“I am not his girl.” I said.

“You will be. I know you two are meant for each other. You are so pretty and I am like your number one fan,” she said.

“How do you know where I work?” I ask.

“I come here all the time. I love to read. I always see you around and I wasn't sure if it was really you, but when I saw you right now I was sure that it was you. I never had the courage to come to you but I somehow ended up in front of you.”

I nodded a bit terrified that fans were beginning to recognize who I am. I gave her a smile and took her autograph book to sign it. She smiled and blushed. I was not comfortable giving autographs no one has ever asked me for one and I don't think I ever want to give anyone my autograph just because I was hanging out with Zayn.

I handed her book back and said, “this is the first autograph I've ever given,” I said.

“Really? Thank you,” the girl said then slowly walked away.

I couldn't believe what I was about to do, but something about this girl made me want to make her happy. She was just so sweet.

“Hey,” I called out to her.

She stopped then turned to face me.

I smiled at her and said, “would you like to meet Zayn?”

Her jaw dropped to the floor and her eyes were wide open. She was speechless and I can tell she was on the verge of tears.

“I am going to take it as a yes,” I said.

She just nodded her mouth still opened. I laughed and walked over to her taking her pale hand into mine. I pulled her over to a book shelve where I can talk to her in private.

“Look I will give him a call and ask him if he can come over for lunch that is if he isn't busy, but you have to keep quiet and not tell anyone about it,” she just nodded nervously, “meet me here at 12:00pm.”

She kept nodding and smiled, “Why are you doing this for me?”

I looked into her eyes and noticed the redness around them. She looked very pale, but somehow that made her pretty. I wasn't sure how to answer her question because I felt like I was doing a good thing for a good person so I just said, “You look like a nice girl and I feel like I should do this for you.”

She smiled and a tear streamed down her face. She thanked me then walked away. I took out my cell phone and hesitated to dial Zayn's number. Maybe this was a mistake I shouldn't ask him to do this. I closed my phone and put it back in my pocket. The image of that girl was deep in my conscious. Something about her made me want to help her. She looked like a girl who wanted her dreams to come true. I was the one that promised her I would help her meet him and I had to keep my word. I took out my phone once more and took a deep breathe I was suddenly regretting the promise I made that girl.

I quickly dialed his number hoping he wouldn't answer.

“Ella,” he answered and my heart sank at the sound of his voice. The way my name escaped his lips made my insides twist nervously.

“Hi,” I said almost a whisper.

“I am glad you called. I am sorry--”

“Zayn,” I interrupted, “I don't have much time. I just called to ask for a favor.”

“Oh,” he sounded disappointed, “what is it?”

“I met this girl who is a fan and--”

“Yes,” he said interrupting me.

“You don't even know what I am going to ask,” I quietly laughed. I looked around to see if there was anyone near me since I was still in the library.

“You want me to meet her. What time and when?” He asked.

“Um, if you can today at 12pm that is when I go out for lunch,” I said.

“I'll be there text me the address. I look forward to seeing you,” he said and hung up.

I was being to regret doing this for that girl because this meant I would have to see him. The rest of the time at work I spent it thinking about seeing him. Every minute that went by was a minute closer to seeing him and I felt as if my heart beat was increasing with every ticking of the clock. Was I crazy for wanting to see him? Maybe the reason I wanted to help that girl was because I was trying to find an excuse to see him. I knew that deep down I did want to see him because I wanted to feel his lips against mine again. I wanted to feel the touch of his fingertips graze my skin as I kissed his lips. This was insane. He was making my blood boil with just the thought of his name and I wasn't sure if I wanted to betray Christian by letting myself go with Zayn.

When it was finally lunch time I felt my heart sink and I took a deep breathe to prepare myself for what was to come. I found the girl that was excited to meet Zayn sitting on a chair where I told her to meet me and she was reading Simone Elkeles. I smile formed on my face and I knew that I was doing the right thing by helping her meet Zayn.

“I love that book,” I said startling her.

She looked up at me and said, “So do I. I wish I had a bad boy to keep me safe.”

“Bad boys are not the answer,” I said.

“Is that why you and Zayn aren't together because I do not believe he is the bad guy.”

I didn't know what to say to her and just when I was about to speak my phone rang. I smiled at her and quickly answered my phone thankful for this call.

“Hello,” I answered.

“I am here I don't know where to go,” He said.

“Come inside the library and wait for me at the front desk. I'll be right there.”

“OK,” he said and hung up.

I started to lead the girl into the lunch room so that I can bring Zayn to her when I realized I didn't know her name. I was so caught up in preparing myself to see Zayn that I hadn't even asked her what her name was.

“I am so sorry, but what is your name?” I asked.

“Alex,” she sweetly said.

“Nice meeting you Alex. Now wait here while I go get Zayn,” I said to her pulling out a chair in the lunch room.

I walked down a hall that leads to the front desk. Every step I took made my heart beat faster. I started to slow my pace down trying to take a few deep breathes to calm myself. I was getting closer my step slowly taking it's time. My heart sank at the sight of him standing only steps away from me. He looked just as breathe taking as ever. I can tell he had just gotten a hair cut because he had worn his hair down and was wearing a gray hoodie to try and hide from fans. His eyes pierced into mine as I stood before him. My sight never left his and I could feel the chills run through my body. His long fingers gripped at the hem of his hoodie pulling it down to expose his undone hair. Long fingers fluffed through his hair and a flirty smile formed on his face. My heart was racing nervously and I tried to control myself from leaping into and running my fingers through his hair.

“Hey,” he said slowly.

“Hi,” I said nervously running my hand through my hair. Thoughts of yesterday's events with Zayn started to floe through my head and I felt myself blush. I looked down at the ground to avoid his gaze. I took a deep breathe to make the oxygen that was missing from my lungs fill me up to give me strength not to fall for him.

“So,” he said.

I shook my head trying to clear it from all thoughts of kissing him and said, “Um she is in the lunch room just fallow me.”

I turned my heels heading back to the hall that lead back to the lunch room. This time I started to walk fast trying to put as much distance between us. When we finally got to the lunch room I stopped by the door and turned to look at him to reassure if he was ready. He nodded and I opened the door to the lunch room.
Zayn and I both enter and find Alex sitting quietly. He trailed to us and her mouth falls open. Once again she was speechless only this time I thought she was going to pass out.

“Hi,” Zayn said waving at her. He walked up to her and gave her a hug.

Her arms loosely wrapped around him almost as if she couldn't believe that this was really happening to her. I felt a smile creep on my face because I felt like I had done something good for a sweet person. After what seemed like hours of trying to get Alex to resonate we finally got to sit down. Zayn and Alex did most of the talking while I just sat there and listened. She was asking him so many questions about himself and about the tour. She asked him about upcoming songs or if they were working on a new album. They were talking about all sorts of things that I would have never thought of asking Zayn about. I sat there staring at Zayn and the way he was interacting with Alex. Something about the way he was with her was making me smile and like him even more. He was sweet and funny and awkward at times and all of that just made me want to be with him even more.

“Thank you so much Ella,” Alex said while Zayn was signing her autograph book.

I smiled, “No problem.”

Her pale face showed a light blush on her cheeks as Zayn handed back her book. She turned to look at me and said, “you really have no idea how much you have done for me.”

“It was nothing. I felt like you deserved it.” I said.

I started to see tears streaming down her face and I was a little confused because I thought she was happy not sad.

“Are you alright?” Zayn asked her putting his hand on her shoulder.

She nodded and said, “you don't understand this was on my list.”

“Your list?” Zayn asked. He was just as confused as I was.

“I,” she paused looking down at the ground, “I have leukemia and meeting you was on my list of things to do before...” she trailed off.

My jaw dropped to ground. That explained her pale complexion. I looked at her closely and noticed that her long blonde hair was a wig. I didn't understand. She is so young and sweet. How can someone this kind be cursed with a sickness like that?

“I am so sorry,” I said. I had no idea what to say to her. I have never in my life met anyone who was so close to dying.

Her pale fingers wiped off the tears from her face, “it's OK. I know what is going to happen to me and I have excepted it. I am just glad I can cross something off my list. Thank you.”

Zayn smiled at her and said, “what else is on your list?”

She weakly smiled answering, “I’ve pretty much done most of except the big ones like traveling and..” she trailed off.

“What is it?” I asked.

She blushed and said, “I love to sing. I've always wanted to know what it was like to perform on stage in front of a crowed.”

I smiled at her resting my hand on hers. She was so beautiful despite her illness. Her pale skin was soft and white like the snow. Her blonde wig flowed down nicely framing her face. I felt a tear stream down my face. She was dying and I couldn't do anything to help her. I don't even know her but I know that no one deserves to have and illness like that.

I looked over at Zayn who was staring at me intently. I could see he felt bad as well and that he wanted to do something to help. He gave me a weak smile then turned to look at Alex. He took her hand in his and said, “give me your number. You need to meet the rest of the lads.”

I knew that Zayn wanted to help her and it warmed my heart to know his intentions. This was a side of him I hadn't seen before and it was just making me like him even more. This was not helping at all. I had to get over him and this situation was not helping me at all.

“Really?” Alex said smiling at him. She tuned to look at me then she jumped into my arms. Her pale arms wrapped around me and I felt her tears on my shoulder. I slowly wrapped my arms around her tiny body and I felt appreciated. I felt like I had done something good for someone good. I knew from the beginning that I should do something nice for her and I didn't know why I felt that but I now understand.

“Thank you,” she said pulling away from me, “you have a big heart and I can see why you two are together.”

Her words hit me like a dagger because I wasn't with Zayn and I wished so much that I could be with him. My eyes locked with Zayn's and I felt butterflies flutter in my stomach. I looked back at Alex and I felt the blush on my cheeks, “we are not together.”

She took my hand in hers and flashed a big grin, “You will be. I know so.”

 


 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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