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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20. Chapter 20

Chapter 20

 

Christian's POV

“Why?” I asked Adeline. She had called me to leave the club and meet me at her hotel room because it was urgent and she needed to talk to me about Ella. Now I am sitting her watching her pace back and forth telling me that I need to help her get Ella and Zayn together. Is she insane?

“Because they belong together, Christian.” she said.

“You don't understand I can't do that. I am in love with her,” I said.

She sighed and sat down next to me. Her wide eyes stared at me with pity. She rested her hand on mine and said, “Is it worth having her around knowing that she is in love with Zayn.”

I looked down embarrassed because she was right.

“What about you? Aren't you with Zayn?” I asked.

She sighed and said, “Look Zayn and I are just friends. We are only boyfriend and girlfriend in the public eye. It was the band's manager idea to put us together so that Zayn wouldn't have a bad reputation, but since the day I first met him he has always been in love with Ella.”

“So your whole relationship is fake?”

“Yes, but our friendship is real and I know that he is in love with Ella and that Ella is in love with him even though they are both to stubborn to see it.”

I know she is right. I can see the way she looks at him when he is near. She starts to get nervous and tries to make him jealous by kissing me. I mean the whole night at the club she kept her eyes on him. I know that she is still in love with him, but I was hoping that along the way she would forget about him and fall for me. Adeline was right, but should I give up on her that easily?

“I don't want to lose her,” I said looking down at my hands.

Adeline sat next to me and gently rested her hand on my back to comfort me. I took a deep breathe trying to find some sense to all of this. I know that I did not want to lose Ella, but was it worth keeping her knowing that she rather be with someone else?

“Look Christian. I know this is hard for you, but I think that maybe keeping Ella knowing she is in love with someone else is the same as not having her at all,” she said, “I guess it is true when they say if you love them let them free.”

I turn to look at her perfect complexion. She was smiling at me with pity in her eyes. I looked at her closely and noticed a tiny scar on the side of her neck. I guess even a perfect looking model like her had flaws. It made me wonder what the story behind that scar was. I shook my head trying to push the thoughts of Adeline and her scare away and went back to thinking about Ella. I know that after this I would have to and talk to Ella and because I know that Adeline is right.

“I am going to talk to her,” I said, “I want to hear it from her that she is in love with him and not me. I need to hear it from her before I do anything.”

Adeline sighed, “I understand just know I am here for you.”

 

Ella's POV

I woke up with a sense of Dejavu. I was in Zayn's bed, again. Only this time I remembered everything that happened last night and I really wished I didn't. Zayn and I made out on the couch and he brought me to bed. He held me in his arms keeping me safe from harm and everything felt right. It felt so good to feel the touch of his warm arms around my body. I remembering cuddling into his arms feeling the warmth of his skin against mine. My head nuzzled into his chest listening to the rhythm of his heart beat. It all just felt right. I felt like that was where I belonged and that was where I wanted to be, but now I felt so guilty. I failed to keep my promise about cheating on Christian and it was becoming hard to keep that promise when being with Zayn felt right to me.

I looked around the room looking for Zayn, but couldn't find him anywhere. I was still wearing his shorts and t shirt and was still not wearing any underwear. This was wrong I need to find a change of clothes and get out of here. I got and went into the bathroom to wash my face and try and look for my dress that I was wearing last night. My dress was missing and so was my bra and underwear. I was starting to panic because I had nothing to wear but these shorts and t shirt and I was not going home like this. I can already imagine the things my friends would think if I got home in this. I clutched the t shirt and brought it up to my face. I inhaled taking in the scent of Zayn that lingered on the t shirt and my lungs were immediately filled with his scent making me smile. I shake my head trying to wake up from the hypnosis his scent had me in and walk out of the bathroom. I walk into the bedroom and find a fresh bra and underwear on the bed along with a navy blue blouse and some jeans. The underwear was lace and kinda sexy, but it was not something I would wear. I could tell it was all new because it still had the tags on.

I took the clothes in my hands checking the size and I couldn't believe it was the right size. How did he know exactly what size to get me? I pick up the lacy underwear and cock my head to the side admiring it. I had to admit it was nice and sexy, but too sexy. I am not sure I can pull off wearing something like this.

“I think you'd look amazing in it,” Zayn's voice startles me making me drop the underwear.

I turn around feeling my cheeks burn with embarrassment. I look down at the ground feeling awkward. I glance up and a flirtatious smile was formed across his face. His brown eyes pierced through me making me loose my balance. He walks closer to and taking me in his arms before I can fall.

“Whoa. Are you alright, love?” He asked holding me in his arms. His were staring right at me making my cheeks burn again.

I couldn't speak. I just nodded. I close my eyes and wiggle from his hold. I turn back to the bed and take the underwear in my hands, “I am not sure I can wear this.”

His arms wrap around me once again startling me. I gasp as he pulls me tight my back pressing against his chest. He plants a light kiss on my neck making me close my eyes and enjoy the his touch. His lips slightly brush my ear lobe whispering, “I think you would look beautiful in it, love.”

My chest rose and dropped making my breathing uneasy. The warmth of his breath along my skin made my heart pound against my rib cage. He ran his hands across my stomach as he kissed my neck leaving me frozen in place savoring his touch. His hands traveled down to my hips whispering, “I can already imagine the lace wrapping around you.” I gasped as I felt his fingers travel along the band of my shorts. His touch making me shiver. My chest rose and fell as I felt his thumbs slightly slip into the shorts; his touch grazing so close to my private. My breathing started to become uneasy as his teeth grazed on my neck and lightly biting me; his fingers still traveling close to my private. I bit down on my lip trying to fight back that moan that wanted to so badly escape my lips. I was frozen in his arms not wanting to pull away from him because his teasing touch felt so good against my skin.

I felt his touch slightly get closer and closer to my private and I was suddenly aware of what he was doing. I let go of my bottom lip to try and tell him to stop, but instead a light moan escaped from under my lips.

“S-s-stop,” I stuttered.

I felt his lips curl into a smile as he kissed my neck and his hands traveled up around my waist. I turned to look at him my breathing still unsteady. His arms were still wrapped around me and a light smiled crept on his face. I stared into his brown eyes and my heart couldn't help it but beat faster.

He leaned in closer to me and I closed my eyes hoping his lips would touch mine, but he kissed me right below my ear whispering, “Get dressed.” His warm breath against my skin made the goosebumps rise through my body.

He planted another light kiss on my cheek letting go of me. I opened my eyes and he was gone leaving me breathless and alone.

I shook my head trying to make myself focus because this was all wrong. I can't let him make me feel this way. It isn't right. I am suppose to be with Christian. Why can't I feel this way about Christian? I don't want to fall for Zayn. He isn't right for me. I am afraid of that he would leave me again and break me.

I quickly got dressed and walked out of the bedroom and found Zayn sitting on the couch and talking on the phone.

“I love you too mum,” he said, “OK. I will. Bye.” He hung up and looked up to stare at me as I stood by the door.

He smiled and I quickly looked down at the ground trying to avoid getting lured into him again. I heard the couch squeak as he stood up and I glanced up at him watching him as he made his way towards me.

“Stop,” I said to he and he stopped walking; staring at me confused, “every time you come near me it get's hard for me to keep myself from kissing you, so just stay away.”

He laughed making me look down at my feet embarrassed. His feet suddenly were on front of mine and his finger was lightly under my chin. He then lightly brought my chin up so that my eyes were meeting his and he had a sparkle in his eyes that made my heart race.

“Why wouldn't you want to kiss me,” he asked, “I want to kiss you.”

I gasped as I heard the words escape his mouth and soon his lips were pressing against mine. He deepened the kiss and I kissed him back responding to the touch of his lips. I was getting lost in him again and I couldn't help myself. He was like a drug that I had to consume.

“I can't,” I said pulling away from him.

“Why?” He asked.

“I am with Christian. I can't do this to him,” I said walking around him and towards the couch.

He pressed his forehead against the bedroom door and I could tell that he was frustrated.

“I am sorry Zayn, but I think we are making a mistake. You have Adeline and I have Christian. We shouldn't be doing this. I should have never..” I trailed off.

“I want you,” he said still facing the bedroom door.

My heart raced at the sound of his words, “What?”

He turned around and walked towards me. His hand rose up to brush my hair back and I stared into his chocolate eyes that sparkled. His other arm rapped around my waist bringing me closer so that my chest was pressed against his. My heart was pounding and I know that he felt it against his chest because he smiled. He caressed my cheek with the back of his hand and I closed my eyes taking in the is touch. His touch was so caring touching me as if a was a fragile child that he was afraid of breaking. I open my eyes to look at his perfect brown eyes.

“I want you,” he whispers. His sweet musky breathe filled my lungs.

I opened my mouth to speak, but his lips were soon on mine. I started to respond to his kiss, but I stopped myself pulling away from him.

I took him by surprised because his eyes were wide open in shock.

“I can't be with you,” I said, “I have Christian. You left. You never wanted me.” I started to feel the tears stream down my cheek, “I am sorry. I just--” I was sobbing now, “I can't.”

I ran passed him and into the bedroom. I quickly looked for my heels and with trembling hands strapped them on. I just couldn't be here with him. It hurt too much to want him and not be able to have him. He belonged to someone else and so did I. There was no way I would be able to hurt Christian. It wasn't fair to him. I wiped the tears with the back of my hand and quickly made my way out the bedroom. Zayn was sitting on the couch with a blank expression on his face.

I walked over to him and planted a light kiss on his cheek, “Thank you,” I said. He didn't move at all. He just sat there looking blankly into space. I walked out of the hotel suite with tears in my eyes and hoping that I hadn't made a mistake. I wanted so badly to be with Zayn, but I couldn't hurt Christian. Not after what he has done for me. He has been with me after knowing I liked Zayn, yet he chose to stick with me and deal with my problems. There was no way I could hurt Christian. I know Christian is the right one for me. Zayn is the bad boy. He is the one the type I usually fall for and it was time for me to change the game and fall for someone else. I can't let myself fall for Zayn especially if it meant hurting Christian. I had to fall for the right guy instead of the wrong one.

 

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I had to take a cab home since Zayn had driven me out of the club last night. I walked into my apartment wiping the tears off my face. Thankfully the apartment was empty and I wouldn't have to face my friends and their interrogations. I went into my bedroom and laid on my bed. I was so exhausted from all the thinking and crying. I was not in the mood to do anything or talk to anyone, I just wanted to lay in my bed and think of Zayn and Christian. Part of me was telling me that I should take a risk and go with Zayn, but the other part was telling me that Christian was the right choice. He was the safe choice. Did I want safe? Or did I want risk?

I sighed letting out a loud breathe of desperation. I closed my eyes letting a few tears escape. The sound of the door bell startled me and I slowly got up to open the door. I slowly walked to the door stopping when I got to it hoping that Zayn was standing outside my door. I closed my eyes taking the door knob; picturing him at the door telling me he wanted me, again. I open my eyes and open the door.

“We need to talk,” Christian said.

 

Adeline's POV

“Zayn,” I yelled out as I walked into his hotel suite. I had to give him the news that Christian decided to talk to Ella. As I walked into the into the living room I was shocked by the mess that I found. There was broken bottles on the floor and a broken vase that once held beautiful flowers.

“Zayn,” I called out worried. What happened? Did someone break in? Where was Zayn?”

I slowly made my way through the living room trying to avoid stepping on the glass. I walked into the bedroom to find a broken Zayn sitting on the floor with his back against the foot of the bed and a beer bottle in his hand.

“Zayn?” I called out, “are you alright?”

He looked up at me the tears streaming down his face, “She doesn't want to be with me.”

I could see it in his eyes that he was broken. He buried his head in his knees and bringing his hands up to his head; he hands clenching onto his hair in frustration. He sobbed into his knees broken and sad.

I sat next to him resting my hand on his back. I didn't know what to do. I had never seen him this way and I didn't know how to fix him.

“Zayn, what happened?” I said softly.

He looked up and said, “I told her I wanted her and she had Christian.”
I could see the tears stream down his face again.

“I lost her Adeline. I should have never left her. I knew I wanted to be with her since the day I first met her, but I was stupid enough to leave her because of this career. None of this is worth it if I don't have her,” I could hear the anger and sadness in his voice.

“Don't give up Zayn,” I said.

“She doesn't want to be with me!” He yelled startling me.

I looked down at the ground afraid of what has happened to him. I can tell that he was in love with her and that was a good enough reason for him to not give up on her. I know she loves him too and they belong together.

“Zayn I talked to Christian. He sees it too. He can see how much she loves you. Why can't you?”

“She doesn't,” he said, “She said she wanted to be with Christian. Not me.”

I rolled my eyes because was just so stubborn. Why couldn't he see how much she liked him? It was there in her eyes.

“Get up,” I said, “I have an idea. We are going to need Niall and you are going to need to shower.” I grabbed him by the arm pulling him up from the ground. There was no way I was going let him give up. I had to help him.

 

Ella's POV

Christian was sitting on the couch starring down at the ground. I wasn't sure what he wanted to talk about. What if he found out that I spent the night with Zayn? I hoped he didn't. I wouldn't know how explain that to him.

I sat on the couch adjacent to him, “What do you want to talk about?”

He looked up at me silent for a minute, “Are you in love with me?”

His question took me by surprise. I nervously looked down at the ground not knowing how to answer his question. Did I love him? No, but I did care about him.

“I-” I started, “Christian. I don't know.”

“Yes you do,” he said, “you are either in love with me or not. Which is it?”

I sighed and whispered, “not.”

He nodded and looked down at the ground. I wasn't sure what was going on. Why was he asking me this?

“Christian I care about you, but I am not in love with you. That doesn't meant that I can't fall in love with you,” I said.

“But you can't,” He said.

I looked at him confused. I could see that he was hurt and that was the one thing I did not want. He didn't deserve to be hurt. He deserved to be loved, but I didn't love him.

“What?”

He stood up and knelt in front of me. He looked into my eyes placing his hands on mine. His stare was making me uncomfortable, but I had to show him that I could learn to love him. He flashed a light smile on his face and said, “You are in love with Zayn.”

“What?” I asked. What was he talking about? This was all just so confusing. I slipped my hands away from his and stood up from the couch. He did the same and took a few steps back away from me. I could see the sadness in his eyes and I wanted that sadness to go away.

“Are you?” He asked.

I was about to answer when the door bell rang again. I shook my head in disbelief and walked over to the door. I opened up the door and as his chocolate eyes met mine my heart began to race.

“Hey,” he said.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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