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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23. Chapter 23

Chapter 23

It's only been about three days since I have last seen Zayn and there was not a day that went by when I stared at my phone hoping that he would call. Janell, Rosalie, and Monica all went with them to San Francisco since Janell and Rosalie live there Janell thought it would be a good idea to show Niall around. Monica just tagged along because it was a free ride to San Fran and she has been wanting to go. Niall invited me as well, but I promised Christian no contact with Zayn and I knew that if I went that I will end up falling for Zayn and his tricks. Although I do think about him all the time and it frustrates me how I can't erase him from my head.

“Ella. What movie do you want to watch?” Christian asked. We were alone in my apartment and I was starting to miss my room mates. I know I told Christian that I would try harder when I am with him, but I just can't seem to stop feeling uncomfortable when I am with him. I feel like we are strangers. I know I've know him for some time now, but after interacting with Zayn in ways that I never thought I would be able to everything with Christian was just so wrong. It felt foreign.

“Um, anything is fine. Something funny,” I said. I wanted something to cheer me up and make me stop thinking about Zayn.

“Alright something funny coming right up,” he said cheerfully. One thing I loved about Christian is that no matter how upset I am he doesn't mention it. I know he can tell I am not in the mood for anything, but he just brushes it off and doesn't confront me about it. He just tries to make me feel better by making me laugh or giving me lots of rocky road ice cream. He is like a big brother to me and it kills me to admit it because I wish I could see him as something other than a brother.

We sat together eating rocky road ice cream and watching comedy movies. His arm was over my shoulder pressing my back against his chest so that I can cuddle in his arms, but I kept moving and fidgeting because his arms were sort of uncomfortable. There was times when I would try and stay still because I know he notices that I don't feel right in his arms. I try so hard to feel right with his touch, but it all feels wrong and awkward.

I started to fidget again and I was hoping the movie would finish already because I wanted to get up and away from his hold. I saw my phone light up on the coffee and it started to vibrate. Thank god for cellphones. I reach over to answer it and I immediately stop myself because I was afraid it would be Zayn. I just stare at my phone wondering whether I should answer or not.

“Are you going to answer that,” Christian asks.

I look at him hoping to find the answer to his question in his stare, but he just smiled at me squinting his eyes as if I was crazy.

I took a deep breath and answered the phone too scared to check the caller ID, “Hello.”

“Hey bitch,” it was Nicolette.

“Nicky. Hey,” I say relieved.

“You sound weird. Are you alright?” she asked. She always knows when something is up with me. She has like some type of gift where she can just read me like an open book.

“I am fine. What's going on?”

“I don't believe you, but anyways I saw you on the news again.” She said.

“What? Why?” I asked afraid of what her answer might be. The last time I was on television I was mobbed by paparazzi and that was the end of Zayn and I.

“Calm down. It wasn't really anything you did. They were just talking about you.” She said trying to calm me down.

“What were they saying?”

“Well they were just talking about Zayn and Adeline and how they don't male a great couple. They were saying that Zayn should have just stuck with you and apparently fans think the same. They asked the fans to tweet what they thought and most of them said that you are the best candidate.”

“Stop,” I wasn't sure I could take anymore. Listening to her talk about how practically everyone wants Zayn and I to be together is just not what I want to hear.

“What? I was just letting you know in case you hadn't seen it. They are right you know.” She said.

“I don't want to hear that,” I looked over at Christian who was intently listening to the conversation, “Nicolette, I am with Christian and that is that. He had his chance and he walked away. I don't want to be with him.”

“Are you trying to convince me or you? It sounds like bullshit to me. Look I am a big fan of the band and I am not sure what really happened between you two, but I hope you can solve things because by the sound of your voice I can tell you don't ,meant those words,” she said.

My mouth dropped to the ground at the sound of her words because she was right, but I didn't want to admit it. I still do not understand how she knows exactly what I am thinking or what I really feel, but I has to admit she knows me so well.

“You're speechless I know,” she said, “I am right and you don't want to admit it, but I am so right.”

I laughed and said, “I don't know what you are talking about. Now if you excuse me I was spending a nice evening with my boyfriend.”

“Eeew. Library boy is there? I am so team Zella and you still owe me. You said you were going to introduce me to Harry Styles.” She said. I had told her that, but I've been so caught up in my drama that I just keep forgetting about her.

“I did and I am sorry. They are not in town this week, but when they all get back you can meet them all except Zayn. I don't want to see him, but I'll tell Janell to arrange something for you.”

I can picture her rolling her eyes as she groaned and said, “Fine, but don't forget about me.”

“I won't,” I said and we both hung up.

Christian was still staring at me making me uncomfortable. I can tell that he was thinking about everything I was saying to Nicolette. His eyebrows were scrunched together and his face displayed a frown that was making me a lot more uncomfortable.

“Sorry,” I said to him, “that was Nicky.”

“I know,” he said blankly.

“She wanted to let me know I was on TV again,” I said.

“And she was telling you that you belong with Zayn and not me,” he guessed.

I looked down avoiding his eyes because I was so embarrassed. Everyone seemed to be telling me that I belonged with Zayn lately, but what they don't understand is that being with Zayn is like playing with fire. It is beautiful and glows so perfectly luring you and taunting you to touch it, but once you touch it you get burned and hurt. You can walk away with minimal damage or walk away with permanent damage that will scar you forever. I didn't want to be scared, not again. I wanted a relationship that was safe. Christian was safe.

“You know everyone keeps telling me I should let you go. That you belong with Zayn and sometimes I think they are right, but I am so in love with you and I am not sure I want to let you go. It's selfish I know.” He says and I don't want to look at him because I know that if I did he would be staring at me with so much love while I can only look at him with pity eyes. I feel sorry for him because I do not love him like he loves me and I am not sure I can respond to his love and hurts me.

“I am sorry,” is all I can say. I close my eyes tears start to stream down my cheek and I can hear the faint noise of the movie on the background.

“Don't be. I knew from the beginning what I was getting myself into,” he said gently grabbing my head in between his hands. He wiped the tears with his thumbs making my eyes to shot open finding a smiling Christian staring at me.

I smile back knowing he is just the greatest guy any girl can have and anyone would be lucky to have him, but not me. I don't deserve his love. I don't deserve it because I can't return it. He deserves better.

“You look beautiful when you smile,” he said.

I push away from him, “No I don't,” I say wiping my tears.

 

Zayn's POV

Her smile is stuck in my head. Her dark hair. Her brown eyes. Her soft skin it is all in my head and I cannot stop thinking about her. I keep staring at my phone and telling myself that I should give her a call, but every time I try to dial her number Adeline or one of the lads end up taking my phone. Adeline has everyone on her side and they all have me on surveillance. I am not allowed to contact Ella in any way because I am suppose to be giving her time. Time for what? Time for her to forget about me? I was not sure I wanted that to happen. Adeline says Ella needs time to realize that she misses me and that she made a mistake saying she was in love with Christian. That still hurts me. Every time I think of that day and how she stood right in front of telling me that she was in love with him; I can feel my heart crack slowly shattering. I want to believe Adeline when she says that Ella was lying, but after what I did to her and what the tabloids say about me it isn't that hard to believe that she would love him instead of me.

“Zayn! Snap out of it,” Harry yelled.

“Sorry, what were you saying mate?”

Harry shook his head disappointed and said, “We have a meet and greet this afternoon and then we head over to the radio interview we have to prerecord. Do you want to go out to eat before the meet and greet or after?”

“After,” I say.

“After,” Louis said.

“After,” Liam agreed.

“Before,” Niall said, “and maybe after as well.”

We all laughed and Niall just stared at us confused. We started to head out of the hotel room and ignored his confused look.

“I was serious. Why was that funny,” Niall said as we walked out, “I am hungry.”

“Niall you are always hungry,” Liam said.

 

The girls went out to shop while we were at the meet and greet and that meant time without Adeline. If I am careful and sneaky I can probably sneak to the Lou and try and call Ella. I won't talk to her I just want to hear her voice. I wish I had such an easy relationship just like Niall and Janell have. They are so great together. I envy them. He doesn't have to hide from his fake girlfriend to call the girl that is always on his mind. He doesn't have to try and take her from another mans arms. It is just not fair. I wish I could go back to that night where everything went wrong and make things right again.

We took a few pictures with fans and signed a few autographs. Our fans are so amazing and I am glad that we get to meet them, but right now all I wanted to do was get out of here and call that amazing girls that is always on my mind.

“Hi Zayn,” a fan said.

“Hi. What is your name,” I asked.

“You are not going to like my name,” she said.

Her answer caught me a little off guard. I've never met a fan that tells me I am not going to like their name. I smile at her confused, “why not?”

“My name is Ella,” she said shyly.

My smile immediately turns into a frown. Not because I didn't like her name because I did. I love her name. It reminded me of my Ella. My Ella that belong to Christian.

“I told you,” she said.

“I love you're name. It reminds me of a dear friend of mine. She is beautiful just like you,” I said to her.

A big smile displayed on her face and her cheeks started to turn a crimson color on her pale skin. I smiled at her and she giggled nervously. I always enjoyed watching fans as they blushed and giggled. It made me happy to know that all of these girls were supporting our music and they loved us as much as we loved them.

Security told her to move on and I gave her a wink, “It was nice meeting you Ella.”

The lads stared at me like if I was crazy and I just laughed.

“You just called her Ella,” Louis whispered.

“I know,” I said.

“I think you are losing it mate,” Niall said.

I laughed knowing that they were thinking the worst of me. Maybe I was going crazy and I just imagined this girl who said her name was Ella, but I did not care. I was in love with her and I was not ashamed of it.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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