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...


2. Chapter 2

 Chapter 2

It's been a week since I met that mysterious guy at the beach and he still hasn't called. I wonder if he changed his mind and decided that this American girl was too weird. Maybe he thought I was ugly. This was driving me crazy. I have never caught a boy attention before. Why would he want me? Maybe did just want me as his tour guide and decided he could have gotten a better one. I can't believe it has been a week and I am still obsessing over the fact that he hasn't called. I need to stop thinking about him and his beautiful brown eyes. Those eyes that looked right into mine making me melt. Ella stop! I need to forget about him because if he hasn't called it probably means he is never going to call. According to Monica if a guy doesn't call in two days then it probably means they are not interested. Why would he ask for my number and not call?

“Ella, are thinking about that mysterious guy again,” Janell said interrupting my thoughts. Janell, Rosalie, and Monica were all sitting on my couch waiting for some show to start where that new boy band was going to get interviewed.

“No,” I lied, “I was just thinking that we should go out tonight. I mean it's Friday and we should go dancing or something.”

They all looked at me surprised because they knew me better and I was not the kind of girl that liked to go out to a club. I preferred to stay in and listen to music or read a book or go out and watch a movie anything but craziness. I mostly stayed away from all that because I was too scared to try new things.

“Are you serious?” Rosalie asked.

“Yeah I am. I mean I am not going to sit here and mope about a guy I barely even know, so why not? We should go out. I need some fun.” I said.

“OK, I guess we are going out.” Monica said.

“Can we just wait until the interview is over,” Janell added, “this is their first interview ever in America and I am not going to miss it.”

I rolled my eyes and said, “fine. You can watch your interview. I'll go and get ready while you guys watch it.”

They all smiled at the same time and I found it a little creepy that they all finally had something in common. We all have known each other since middle school and although we were all different we were some how a perfect match. We never had the same taste in anything and watching them talk about this band and their music was creepy and abnormal, but it made me happy to know they had something in common. I should probably start researching this band so that I can talk about it with them.

When I walked out of the shower my friends had their eyes fixed on the TV and I just stood at the door way and laughed.

“You guys realize those are commercials, right?” I said.

“I know, but we don't want to miss anything. They are going to ask about their tour.” Rosalie said.

“Alright well I'll be in my room.” I said and made my way towards my room. I started to look for something nice to wear and couldn't decide whether I should wear something sexy or not. I found a navy blue strapless dress that Monica gave me and decided to wear it. I put on the dress and walked over to my mirror to check it out. I was surprised when I saw my reflection because I looked hot. Wow. I remembered Monica had given me the dress when we graduated high school and I hated it because I looked so flat and plain in it. I certainly was the the same girl from high school. My boobs were perky, my waist was smaller and the dress wrapped perfectly around my body showing my curves. I started to fix my hair when I hear the TV in the living room.

I could hear the deep British voices through my walls, “We are very excited about this tour. We never thought that America would respond to our music like this.”

I shake my head picturing my friends intently watching the interview.

“Actually, we haven’t been able to really explore yet. We've all been really busy,” the deep British voice said. For some reason that voice made me think of that mysterious guy again. I could have sworn it sounded just like him, but it was probably just the accent that made me think this. Why hadn't he called? His eyes once again appeared in my head and I couldn't help but smile at the thought of his long lashes shyly batting as he asked for my number and the way they made butterflies in my stomach flutter.

I wish he could have called. It would have been nice to meet someone from England. I really don't care if he wasn't interested in me, even though he makes me feel like I actually exist, it would have just been nice if we were friends. I had so many questions about where he was from and what it is like to live in England.

I sighed and let myself fall on my bed. He was the first guy that actually noticed me. I've never been asked to give a boy my number. Monica was usually the one that caught all the boys attention. I was just the girl that locked herself up in her room and read her books and this was the reason why. I rather live in the world of fiction where I know that the characters aren’t real and that no one is truly getting hurt. My books are the place where I can escape reality and be the girl that lives to have a happy ending, but knowing that a guy was actually interested in me made me want to leave the world I knew. I really wish he would call.

“Alright! Let's do this,” Monica stormed in my room interrupting my thoughts.

I looked up and said, “I don't think I want to go out anymore.”

She frowned and said, “why?”

“I think I just want to read.”

“Oh no! We are going out. I am very excited for this and wow you look hot in that dress.” she said and started to pull me up from the bed.

I whined, “Monica, please I don't want to go out.”

“Stop whining and let's go have some fun.”

“You girls are not even dressed yet.”

She pushed me towards my mirror and my body sluggishly made its way towards it, “You see. You look hot. Now fix your hair because it looked like you've been hit by a tornado. I'll be ready in twenty minutes.”

I frowned knowing that I wasn't going to be able to change her mind. I started to fix my hair again and she smiled and walked out the door.


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As we entered the club I noticed that most of the girls in the club looked as if they had stepped out of a magazine. According to Monica this club was where all the A list celebrities came to party. I am not surprised she was able to get us in because once she starts to flip her hair and bat her eyes at the she can practically make anyone do anything.

The music was great and the energy in the club made me want to dance. We were able to get a table and get some non alcoholic drinks. Everyone was so pumped and energetic and my navy blue dress was giving me the confidence of getting out there and dance. I looked over at the dance floor and started to tap my feet to the music. Janell must have noticed that I was in the mood for dancing because she immediately took my hand and pulled me up from my seat leading me to the dance floor. I let myself get lost in the music and so did Janell we were both dancing and laughing and I was actually starting to have some fun. Rosalie and Monica soon joined us and started to dance as well. It felt like the old days when we would have our random dance parties in my parents living room. The four of us dancing and laughing letting lose to release all the stress we built up during the school year.

“I am going to go get something to drink,” I yelled over the music.

I bought a water bottle then sat on down for a while to catch my breathe. I couldn't believe I was actually having fun. I looked over at my friends and the sight of them messing around and dancing made me smile.

I felt a vibration coming from my purse and realized it was my cell. I quickly reached into my phone and answered, “Hello.”

It was hard to hear anything over the music.

“Hold up one second.” I said making my way out to the patio where the music was only a thud.

“Hello,” I said again.

“Hello, Ella,” a familiar deep voice answered, “can you hear me?” I could have sworn I heard an accent.

“Yea, who is this?” I asked.

“It's Zayn. I met you at the beach last week,” he said and the butterflies in my stomach started to flutter once more.

I didn't know what to say. I was speechless and glad he called.

“Hello, Ella. Are you still there?”

“Yea, hi. I didn't think you would call.” Why did I say that?

“Of course I told you I needed a tour guide. I've just been busy with work and haven’t had the time to call.” He said.

I laughed and said, “Yes you did.”

“Are you busy? It sounded like you were at a party.”

“Yea, no I am at a club with some friends.”

“Ah,” he said, “Well I can call back tomorrow if you’d like.”

I didn't want to risk him not having time to call back so I said, “No, it's fine. What can I do for you?”

“Well, I was wondering if you had time for that tour tomorrow.” He said his and his accent created goosebumps on my skin.

I smiled and answered, “of course.”

“Great, where should I meet you?” He asked.

“Well I can meet you up at Universal City Walk. We can start your tour there and work our way down.”

“Perfect, I know where it is. I'll meet you by the theater at noon.” He said.

I smiled at the thought of seeing him again and said, “OK, I'll see you there.”

“See you there,” he said his voice hoarse and tired.

I hang up the call and jump up and down with joy. He called! A guy actually called me! Wow I sound pathetic, but considering that I have been locked in my room with nothing but fictional characters to comfort me, I deserved to be happy for actually having a real guy be interested in me. Maybe I was reading this all wrong and he actually did need someone to show him around. Knowing my history with boys that was most likely to be true. Was I crazy for agreeing to go out with a complete stranger? I know nothing about this guy besides his name and that he is here on business. What kind of business can he be doing? He is way to young to be traveling from England for business. He should be studying his career. Maybe all my questions would be answered tomorrow. All I knew for now was that there was an actual boy that wanted to hang out with me and that was all that mattered because for once in my life I didn't feel invisible.

I walked back into the club to find the girls and tell them about my mysterious friend. They were all happy for me and decided that it was another reason why we should keep dancing the night away.


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I wore my tan colored jeans and a white top that wrapped my torso perfectly. It took me a while to figure out what to wear, but I decided to stop trying so hard because I still wasn't sure whether this was a date or a simple tour. I parked my car in the parking lot nearest to the theater and made my way towards it. As I got closer to the theater I started to feel the butterflies in my stomach flutter and I suddenly felt nausea. Just when I thought I was about to throw up because of how nervous I was I notice a familiar tan British guy standing by the ticket booth. The butterflies in my stomach went crazy and I couldn't help myself but smile because he didn't decide to leave me stranded.

He stood in front of me his chocolate eyes looking into mine and said, “Hello, nice to see you again.”

I swallowed trying to clear my throat so I can speak and manged to say, “Hi.”

He smiled and said, “well should we start this tour?”

I nodded afraid of speaking.

We walked silent for a while and then his cell phone rang breaking the silence.

He answered his call, “Hello.”

“No I am not at the hotel.” He talked into his phone.

“How did you manage to get into my room, Harry?”

He rolled his chocolate brown eyes and continued. “Fine meet me at City Walk by the theater.”

He hung up the call and looked down at me biting his bottom lip and said, “I hope it's fine with you, but my mate said he was bored and asked to come with us.”

I was a little disappointed that we weren't going to be alone, but it was better than not being with him at all. I smiled sheepishly and said, “It's fine.”

Minutes later we met up with his friend by the theater.

“Ella this is my mate, Harry.” He said introducing us.

Harry had very curly hair and a flirtatious smile on his face, “Nice to meet you,” he slowly said in his British accent.

I smiled and said, “Nice to meet you too.”

Harry looked younger than Zayn. He had messy curly hair and was very flirty. The fact that both Zayn and Harry were young made me doubt whether Zayn was actually here on business. If he was here on business then what sort of business can a young guy like him be working on.

“So how did you two meet?” The curly haired boy asked.

I looked up at Zayn wondering if I should answer, but just as I opened my mouth to answer Zayn says, “We met when we were at Venice remember.”

“Right,” he said, “the girl who didn't recognize you or me apparently.”

I looked at them confused and they just smiled. What did he mean I didn't recognize them? I pushed the thought away knowing I was just going to get confused especially because their British accents mad a lot of what they said sound even more confusing.

“Alright well I have no idea what you two are talking about, so how about we just start our tour,” I said.

They both nodded and smiled at each other and I knew that they had a secret that they were not telling me. I walked in front of them and said, “OK, British dudes,” I joked and I heard them giggle, “if you look to your right you will find a very amazing candy store. If you adore candy I recommend this store they have a huge sculpture of Monroe made out of jelly beans.”

“Actually, we've already seen this place. We've spent a lot of time here this weekend.” Harry said.

I stopped by the Gibson's ticket booth and slowly turned to look at them. What is that they do? Why are they here on business? I opened my mouth to ask them when I heard a shriek form behind me, “Oh My Lord! You are Zayn! And Harry!”

I turn around and there was a young brunet girl standing with her mouth wide open and her eyes popped open. I can tell she was surprised to see them, but my question was why? I look over at both Zayn and Harry. They both stared at each other they looked as if they had just been exposed.

The girl quickly made her way towards them and said, “can I have your autograph?”

I stared at them confused and Zayn smiled and apologetic smile.

“What is going on?” I asked, but soon a whole army of girls started to make their way towards them asking for pictures and autographs. I tried to make sense of what was going on, but I was just standing there confused and with so many questions. The girls started to push me away and made a circle around them leaving me out of it. They all took turns taking pictures with both of them giving them hugs and asking for autographs. I couldn't believe what I was witnessing. Who are these guys?

The brunet girl that first asked for their autograph was standing by me outside of the circle talking to a friend and I walked up to her and asked, “Hey, why did you ask them for their autograph?”

She rolled her eyes as if I had just asked the stupidest question and said, “Because they are Zayn Malik and Harry Styles.”

I looked at her still not understanding what was going on.

“From One Direction,” she continued, “they sing What Makes You Beautiful.”

Why did those names sound so familiar? I started to think about where I've heard that before and I suddenly pictured Monica singing in my car. Oh god! They were that British boy band that my idiot friends were talking about. I looked over at the crowed of girls around them and everything made sense now. They were here to promote their band. That was the business that they were talking about. I soon start to feel like an idiot for thinking that he was actually interested in me. This whole time he was lying to my face about who he was. Now I knew that he really did want me to give him a tour. Why would he be interested in me? I was just normal girl. I was a bookworm. Why would a pop star be interested in me? I knew I had no future with him.


























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