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...


25. Chapter 25

Chapter 25


Christian's POV

There was music coming from the living room and I recognized the voices right away. It was him. I knew that he wouldn't give up on her and I knew he was here to win her over. I stood by the entry that connected the kitchen to the living room, but I stood far enough so that they wouldn't see me. I stood there and watched as they sang to her handing her roses. I couldn't see the expression on her face to know whether she was happy to see them or not, but by the look on Zayn's face I can tell that she was falling for him. I didn't know whether I should go over and stop them or just stand here and watch.

I tried to move, but something was holding me back. I wanted to tell them to stop because she was mine, but the knot in my throat was keeping me from speaking. My heart was nervously beating telling me that I was losing her. I could tell I was losing her and I was standing here like a coward. Why couldn't I move? Stop. I love her.

The words were there in my head but they wouldn't come out. My knees started to shake as he song was coming to and end. I could see the way Zayn was looking at her. There was love and passion in his eyes and the rage was building up inside of me. The words building up in my mouth. I wanted to say something.

I saw him as he moved closed to her. I could see her shoulders moving up and down as her breathing started to increase. Why couldn't I make her feel that way? When the song was over they all stood there in silence for a couple seconds waiting for her reaction. Please. Just slap him. Turn away. Tell him you don't want him. I saw as her arms rose in the air and I hoped she would throw the roses in his face, but then her arms were around his neck the roses gently hitting the top of his head. She rose to her tip toes and I watched as her lips met his. My heart sank and the rage I was feeling inside of me was causing my breathing to become uneasy. My heart was shattered. She had stabbed me with that kiss. I saw as she pressed against his chest deepening the kiss. The rest of the band flaunt big smiles on there faces.

I couldn't take it anymore I had to do something. I felt the words slip out of my mouth in a whisper, “Stop.”

No one heard me. I walked over to them yelling, “Stop.”

They broke their kiss and Ella turned to look at me. She looked at me with guilty eyes feeling sorry for me, “Christian,” she said almost a whisper.

“Why?” I said my voice cracking.

“I am so sorry,” she said and I know she meant it, but all I could hear is the cracking of my heart.

I could feel the tears streaming down my face, “I love you.”

“Christian,” she whispered taking one step towards me, “I am sorry. I tried, but Zayn. We.” She couldn't find the words to tell me that she wasn't in love with me, but I already knew that.

I knew she wasn't in love with me, but it still hurt. Even though I know she didn't love me it hurt to see her kiss him. It hurt to stand here and hear how sorry she was. It hurt to watch another guy make her happy and make her feel things I would never be able to make her feel.

I shook my head asking her not to say anything because I didn't want to hear her say that she belonged with him.

“Don't. I don't want to hear it,” I said wiping the tears from my face.

“Christian. I love you,” she said and I felt a tiny bit of hope, but then she spoke again, “but I see you as my brother that I love so much. You will always hold a place in my heart.”

I closed my eyes as her words hit my heart like daggers. I felt her arms wrap around me causing my eyes to open.

I looked down at her and I could see the tears in her eyes. I didn't want her to cry. Not for me. I know she was happy with him and I know she deserves to be happy. Maybe it was time to let her go. I knew that any of this wouldn't last because she was in love with someone else. I pulled her away from me taking her face in between my hands. I stared at her as the tears streamed down her soft cheeks. She looked so fragile and all I wanted was her love. I had her love. It might not be the love I wanted, but at least I knew she loved me.

I gently wiped the tears off her cheeks with my thumbs, “You are too pretty to waste your tears on a guy like me. I knew from the begging you were in love with someone else. I think it's time for me to realize that you were never mine to begin with. I will always love you Ella.”

I could see the tears staring to flow out again and I reached down to kiss that lonely tear on her cheek. Feeling that wet tear on my lips I whispered, “Always.”

I looked over at Zayn who was standing far enough to give Ella and I our privacy. He didn't look at me with hatred in his eyes nor with jealousy. His eyes flaunted a sorry look and I knew that he didn't mean for this to happen this way. The rest of the band avoided my gaze and I made my way out the door. I walked out of the apartment not looking back knowing that I had lost her forever. I kept telling myself that it was for the best and that she deserved to be happy. I was letting her go. I did it for her.

Ella's POV

Christian left the apartment leaving me empty. I wanted to tell him how sorry I was and that I never meant for any of this to happen. I never wanted to hurt him. I hated myself for doing this to him. I felt two hands on my shoulders and my body started to quiver. I looked back to find two beautiful brown eyes staring at me. He looked at me with sorry eyes and I burst into tears. He held me in his arms comforting me telling me everything was going to be fine. I wrapped my arms around his waist and I couldn't help myself but feel safe in his arms. He kissed the top of my head; my tears wetting his t shirt. I wanted to feel better about myself and tell myself that he was going to be alright, but I just didn't believe that.

“He will be fine,” Zayn whispered and for some reason when I heard those words coming from him; I stared to believe it.

I stayed in his arms for a while trying to make myself feel better about all of this. Zayn pulled me away and I started to panic because I didn't want to let go of him. I clench onto his t shirt shaking my head to let him know I didn't want to move away from him.

“It's OK Ella,” he said, “come on I want to make you some tea.”

I sighed and finally let go of him. I looked up and noticed we were now alone. The rest of the boys were gone and we stood together in the middle of the living room. Zayn took my hand leading me to the kitchen. He sat me on the chair leaving me alone and walked over to fill the pot with water. He put the pot on the stove then sat in the chair in front of me.

“I am sorry,” he said looking straight at me.

I was confused. Why was he apologizing?

“I didn't know he would be here. I thought you would be alone,” he said answering the question in my head.

“It's not your fault. I should have never led him on,” I said softly.

Zayn didn't say anything. He moved his chair away from the table then signaled for me to sit on his lap. I slowly got up then walking over to him. I sat on his lap nuzzling my head between his chest. His arms wrapped protectively around me as his hand rubbed circled on my back trying to sooth me. He kissed the top of my head and whispered, “it's not you're fault either, love.”

I felt a smile slowly try and form on my face. His words were making me feel better and the touch of his skin against me warmed my heart. I closed my eyes and gently let my lips meet his neck letting them rest there for a second taking in the feel of his skin against my lips. I was thankful that he wasn't being rude about what I had with Christian and I was glad he understood how I felt about this.

I felt the tears escape my eyes falling on to his neck because I was happy to be in his arms, but I was sad about how things ended with Christian.

“Baby,” he whispered, “everything will be fine.”

I looked up at him my eyes meeting his beautiful brown eyes that made my heart race. His eyes sparkled as he stared at me and I felt a tear float out of my eyes. I couldn't believe that I was in his arms. I closed my eyes trying to wake up because this all felt like a dream to me. The touch of his lips on my eyelids startled me causing me to open my eyes. This was real. He was real. I was here in his arms.

“What are you doing?” He asked.

“This feels like a dream,” I whispered, “I can't believe you are here with me.”

He stroke my hair back with one hand staring into my eyes, “I can't believe you are here in my arms with me.”

I smiled at him letting him know that I was. His lips kissed my cheek making goosebumps rise through my skin. He then trailed a couple kissed across my cheek until his lips met mine. His lips pecked mine, once.

“This has to be a dream,” he whispered pecking my lips once more.

“I don't want to wake up,” I whispered.

Then his lips met mine again this time moving in sync with mine letting the sweet taste of his lips fill my mouth. I wrapped one arm around his neck letting my other hand travel up to his cheek feeling the soft touch of his skin against mine. I could feel his jaw move as our kiss deepened. My heart started to race and my chest rose and dropped with every move of our kiss. He slightly tilt me holding me tight with one arm as I felt his other arm travel down my back onto my bottom. My lips slightly parted letting a light moan escaped my lips as I felt his hand rest on my bottom. His hot breathe filled my mouth and letting his sweet taste linger on my tongue. Our lips moved together and I felt his hand lightly squeeze my bottom. His grip startled me making me slightly bit his bottom lip. I felt a moan escape his lips. His chest rumbling beneath mine. I felt my hips voluntary move towards him and his hand started to travel up my shirt. His touch against my skin made goosebumps travel up my spine and I could feel my breathe loosing control. His lips traveled to the corner of my mouth letting me take a deep breathe. His kisses traveled across my jawline making my neck tilt to the side. He stopped right below my earlobe whispering, “best dream ever.”
I giggled as my hand traveled up to his head gripping onto his short hair. He brushed his bottom lip along my neck making me shiver. I felt his teeth lightly graze my neck as his lips closed up against my skin. He started sucking and nibbling against my skin; his hand traveled back down and tightly gripped on my bottom. I was lost in the feel of his touch against my skin that I was unaware of what he was doing. My heart fluttered with every touch. I gripped tightly onto his hair trying to resist myself from letting this go any further. His hand started to travel up my shirt once more and I felt my breathing unease. I could feel his hand getting higher and higher up my shirt and I knew what his was trying to do, but I didn't want him to stop. I light moan escaped my lips again as I felt his hand right below my breast. I was ready to let him go further until the screeching of the pot startled both of us letting us know that the water was ready. He pulled away from me and I quickly stood up from his lap. He walked over to the pot turning off the stove. He slowly turned over to look at me both of us with guilty faces.

I couldn't help but laugh because of how guilty we both felt. He laughed too then walked over to me holding me in his arms once more. He kissed the corner of my lips and said, “your laugh is like music to my ears.”

“I have a terrible laugh, Zayn.” I said giggling.

“No you don't. I've never heard you laugh like that before,” he said.

“That is because we mostly spent our time arguing and trying to avoid each other,” I said.

“That was all my fault. I am sorry, Ella,” he said displaying a frown on his face, “i should have never left you.”

I reach over and trace his lips with my thumb, “what matters is that you are here now.”

He slightly smiled and kissed the corner of his lips letting him know that all of it was now forgotten. He tilted his head slightly so that his lips met mine and we were kissing once more.

“Oh my god!” I heard a scream.

We both pulled away to find Monica standing by the kitchen entry way. I turned to look at her my back was pressed against his chest and his arms wrapped around my waist.

“What the hell is going on?” She asked. “This morning I saw Christian and you sleeping on that couch. Now you are making out with Zayn in the kitchen. Can someone please explain.”

“Christian and I broke up,” I said my tone still a bit sad.

“What? Why? Don't answer that. I already know why, but wow,” she said, “wait what about Adeline.”

I forgot about Adeline. She was Zayn's girlfriend and here I was making out with Zayn. I frowned and wiggled out of his hold. I took a few steps away from him then turned to face him.

“Wheat happened to Adeline?” I asked.

“I forgot to let you know. We weren't actually together,” he said.

“What? What does that mean?”

“Management arranged it so that it looked like we were together. I got a lot of bad publicity after last time and they said if I got with her then it would show that I have commitment and that I am not who the press thinks I am. I didn't want to do any of it, but management insisted I did it. Adeline knows how I feel about you and she has been trying to help me get with you. The song was her idea.”

I couldn't believe what he was saying. He faked a relationship. This was all so weird.

“Wow talk about a soap opera,” Monica said.

I looked over at her and she just smiled at me. How is it that this did not sound weird at all to her.

“Well at least you two are together and man I am glad because I can not stand the way you two were secretly staring at each other when you thought no one noticed.” She said.

“What?” I said.

“Oh come on. Every one saw it, but you two.” she said, “I’ll leave you two alone I’ll be in my room.”

She walked out of the kitchen leaving Zayn and I alone.

“Why didn't you tell me about Adeline,” I asked Zayn.

“I never had the chance. I am sorry, “ He said taking a step towards me.

I didn't move. He took a couple more steps then wrapped his arms around me again.

“Zayn. What are we doing?” I asked. I had to know what was going to happen with us. What was next for us.

“Hugging,” he said.

I pulled away from him, “i mean what's going to happen with us? Where do we go from here?”

He sighed and gently stroke my hair back away from my face, “I want you to be my girlfriend. My real girlfriend.”

I smiled at the sound of being his girlfriend.

“Ella Marie Scott,” he said making goosebumps rise against my skin, “would you do me the honor of being my girlfriend.”
I threw my arms around his neck then got on my tip toes. My lips brushed against his earlobe and I whispered, “I would love to.”





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