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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28. Chapter 28

Chapter 28

Zayn and I have been happier than ever this past week. He has managed to come and visit me at work during my lunch everyday. He has been spending a lot of time in the studio with the rest of the boys. He escapes from them to come to lunch with me and sometimes there are fans who come too. They catch us either eating or sometimes making out. I still can not get used to a whole bunch of strangers know who I am, but I keep telling myself that Zayn is worth it. He is very worth it. I am happy with him and always at my best with him.

Zayn was sitting across from me in a small coffeehouse near the library where I work when a girl came up to him and asked him for a picture. Zayn sometimes got tired of taking pictures with fans especially when he was with me, but he always said that he owes them so much and that they are the reason he is here.

“If it wasn't for them and my career, then I wouldn't have met you,” he said, “I owe them.”

I laughed and told him he was exaggerating.

“Have you talked to Christian?” He asked. His question took my by surprised. Why was he asking about Christian?

“Once at work, but he tries to avoid me,” I said.

He just nodded and took a sip of his tea.

“Why do you ask?”

He sighed, “Adeline has a crush on him. She has been trying to contact him, but he keeps ignoring her calls.”

“Adeline?” I asked shocked, “really?”

Zayn nodded, “She really likes him.”

“Maybe if I talk to him we can arrange something for them,” I said. I really wanted Christian to move on and forget about me. I feel like that is the last step that needs to be done in order for me to be completely happy with Zayn. Ever since the night Zayn and I got together I hadn't stopped thinking about Christian and how he walked away with a broken heart. I owe him so much and I really wish he could move on and be able to love someone else. Someone better who can return that love.

“I think you should,” Zayn said.

“I'll see what I can do,” I said.

 

After we were done with lunch Zayn went back to the studio and I went back to the library. When I walked into library I found Christian stacking some books near the entrance. I took a good look at him and saw bags under his eyes. His joyful smile was turned into a frown and his sheen hair was now dull. I took a deep breathe and walked up to him.

“Hi Christian,” I said making him jump.

He slowly turned to look at me and gave me a broken smile, “Hi Ella.”

“How are you?”

“I'm great,” he lied. I could hear his voice break as he spoke and I knew that he wasn't 'great.'

I didn't say anything I just smiled at him.

He stared at me for a while trying to figure out what I was going to say next. We stood there in awkward silence for a while.

Finally I spoke and said, “So listen. Adeline tells me you have been ignoring her calls.”

He looked at me confused.

“I think you should talk to her,” I said.

He shook his head, “I don't know about that.”

“Christian. Please. Talk to her. She really likes you,” I begged.

His eyes shot open in surprise, “she what?”

“She likes you. I thought you knew. I mean she makes it pretty obvious. Why else would she be calling you every day?”

He rose an eyebrow understanding what I was trying to tell him.

“I'm not sure I can...” he trailed off.

I shook my head and took out my phone, “Here call her. She really likes you. Give her a chance. Please. I need to know you will be OK”

He stared at my phone hesitant to take it. I prompt the phone forward placing it in his hand. He stared at me trying to figure out if she should call or not.

“Fine,” he finally said, “but I can't promise you anything.”

I smiled with relief, “it's fine as long as you try.”

He took my phone and I walked away, “Just give me my phone when you are done.”

 

After work Christian handed me my phone telling me that he had called her.

“What did she say?” I asked.

“We just talked about stuff,” he said and walked away.

Stuff? What was he talking about? What stuff? I ran after him yelling, “Christian. What kind of stuff?”

“Just stuff. I have to go Ella,” he said and I let him walk away this time.

I was glad that he was talking to her, but I was curious on what they talked about. I wonder if they decided to go out. What if they did? Had he gotten over me that fast? What are you saying Ella? This is what you wanted. You want him to get over you. He has to move on.

I shook my head pushing all the thoughts away and got into my car. I texted Zayn letting him know that I was on my home from work.

'Drive safely, Love.' Was his reply.

His texted messages always light up my mood and made me smile. Just the thought of him made me smile.

 

When I arrived at my apartment I noticed the door was unlocked. I carefully walked in hoping that Monica or one of the girls were home and that is why the door was unlocked. I looked around and there was no one there. Maybe I left the door unlocked when I left this morning. I checked Monica's room and there was no one there. Nothing was missing so that meant no one came in to rob the place, but why was the door unlocked. I remember closing it shut.

I walk to my room and all of the lights were off. I couldn't see anything. I stretch out my hand searching for the light switch. Once the light went on I found a smiley Zayn startling me. He was standing next to a small table where he had a nice dinner prepared.

“Zayn!” I yelled my heart pounding.

“Surprise,” he said calmly.

“You nearly scared me to death. I thought someone had broken in,” I said.

“I technically did break in,” he said laughing that beautiful laugh I loved.

I looked around and he had decorated the room with rose pedals and the dinner smelled really good. There was a bottle of wine on the table and I can already tell it was expensive.

“Did you do all this for me?” I asked my heart beating faster this time not because I was scared, but because I was starring at his brown eyes and his eyes always made my heart skip a beat.

“I did,” he said. He walked closer to me stretching out his arms to hold me. He pulled me close to his chest and I immediately started to feel my blood rushing through my body. His hands started to travel up and down my back in smooth circles.

“You must be stressed from work, love,” he said playfully.

I giggled then his hands traveled down my back onto my bottom. His hands rested there while he leaned in closer to me placing a light kiss on the corner of my mouth. My mouth parted slightly hoping to receive a kiss on my lips, but he trailed the kisses along my jawline then down my neck. I tilted my neck giving him more access to it and I felt his lips slightly open against my skin. Then they closed gently sucking onto my skin. My heart started to race and my breathing was losing control. My hands traveled to the nape of his neck pushing him towards me. I could feel his teeth grazing against my skin as his hands squeezed onto my bottom. I felt a light moan escape my lips and I could feel him smiling under my skin. He then squeezed harder making me gasp. I clenched down onto the back of his neck digging my fingernails onto him. He carried me up my legs wrapping around his waist. His head rose up; his brown chocolate eyes looking into mine. My heart started to beat faster and I can feel the heat deep inside my tummy burning and wanting to have him as close as possible to me. He placed a light kiss on my chest just above my breasts making me gasp. His rosy lips traced kisses along my neck and I rose my head letting more of my skin be exposed to him. Our lips finally met into a light kiss then slowly deepening the kiss. We let our lips sync as one moving against each other. I could feel the touch of every kiss make my heart race. He then started to walk placing me on the bed so that I was laying and he was hovering on top of me. He started into my eyes letting me know how much he loved me and I couldn't help, but smile because of how happy he made me. His lips kissed me once more then traced kisses to my neck. My arm snaked around his neck pulling him towards me so that I can feel his chest press against mine. I could feel the beating of his heart and the way his chest rises and falls with every breathe he takes. My hips start to thrust against him and his against mine. A light moan escaped my lips once more and I could feel my blood burning inside me. I wanted him. I wanted him more than I ever wanted anything in the world.

Zayn pulled away from me leaving me alone on the bed. I sat up staring at him wondering why he stopped and he just smiled at me.

“I can't go on Ella,” he said.

“What do you mean?”

“I know you like it when I kiss you like that, but I can't control myself when I am this close to you,” he said nervously laughing.

“Oh,” I said realizing what he meant. He wanted to have sex, but I wasn't ready for that yet.

“I know you are not ready and I understand. I don't want to pressure you to do anything,” he said.

“You don't pressure me to do anything Zayn. I lose control when I am with you too, but I am not sure I am ready for us to do anything yet. It's just..I...the last time I,” he interrupted me with a kiss.

“You don't have to tell me if you don't want to,” he whispered.

I nodded then placed a light kiss on the corner of his mouth. I really wanted to tell him about my past and what happened with John, but I was scared. I was scared that he would think I was stupid and that I was a slut for sleeping with someone at such a young age. I wasn't ready back then and I rushed things thinking that it would get me somewhere. I was stupid to fall for his game and I am too embarrassed to tell Zayn about how stupid I was.

“Let's eat now,” he said.

I nodded and walked to the tiny table where he set up a nice fancy dinner. The rest of the night we spent it eating our dinner and talking about our childhood and our family. I told him about my twin brothers and how annoying they were and he told me about his parents and how much he missed his mom.

When we were done with dinner we laid in my bed together as he held me in his arms. My head rested on his chest and his arm wrapped around me stroking my arm. We talked for hours.

“I want to meet you parents,” he said.

“What?” I asked surprised, “Why?”

He laughed, “What do you mean why? You are my girlfriend and I deserve to thank the people who brought you into my life.”

“Fine,” I said hoping to change his mind, “but I have to meet yours.”

“You will,” he said.

I gasped then frowned because my plan to scare him didn't work.

“Zayn why do you want to meet them? You already have me. Isn't that enough?” I asked.

“It is more than enough, but I still want to meet them and talk to them,” he said.

“Not until I talk to you're mom first,” I said.

He laughed then started to moved underneath me.

“What are you doing?” I asked.

He didn't say anything. He just laughed and I saw him stretch out his hand to grab his cellphone. It wasn't until I saw him dial number when I realized what he was doing. He was calling his mom.

“Zayn,” I whispered, “No. Don't call her.”

“Too late,” he said, “Hi mum.”

I gasped and hid my head between my knees with embarrassment. I was not ready to talk to his mom.

“Yeah. I am alright. We are recording and it is all going great,” he said.

He paused

“Yeah, mum. Remember I told you about my girlfriend, Ella. Yeah that one. Well she wants to meet you.”

He paused and I could hear the excitement of his mom on the other side of the phone. I felt my cheeks get warmer and my palms started to sweat.

“Mum, calm down. Yeah she is here right now,” he said, “do you want to speak to her?”

I stared at Zayn with wide eyes. I was so nervous I wasn't sure I could speak at all. Zayn handed me the phone, “My mum wants to speak to you.”

I grabbed the phone and Zayn whispered, “be nice.”

I took a deep breathe and spoke, “Hello.”

“Ella. Hi. How are you? It is nice to finally talk to you.” she said.

“It is nice to talk to you too. I am good thank you.” I said punching Zayn's arm. He laughed, then mouthed out the words 'I love you.'

I mouthed out 'I hate you' and he pouted.

“So how is my boy doing?” she asked.

“He is good. He is being a baby right now,” I said.

“He will always be my baby,” she said, “so Zayn tells me that I will get to meet you soon. I hope he is telling me the truth.”

“Oh I hope I do get to meet you soon, but England is far from where I am and expensive to visit.” I said.

“I am sure we can work something out,” she said, “listen Ella from what Zayn has told me I can assure you that he is madly in love with you and you make him happy.”

“He makes me happy, too.” I said smiling and blushing because Zayn was staring right at me.

“Well I am glad. I really hope to see you soon. I would really love to talk some more with you but it is 8am here and I really gotta get my day going,” she said.

“OK, would you like to speak to Zayn?” I asked.

“No it will only make me miss him more,” she said, “well I’ll see you soon, Ella. Take care of my baby.”

“See you soon. I will,” I said and hung up the phone.

Once we had hung up I stared at Zayn angry at him for forcing me to talk to her mother. I got up from the bed and walked over to my drawer to grab something comfortable to sleep in. I didn't speak to Zayn or even bothered to look at him. I just grabbed my clothes and headed to the bathroom to change.

“Ella are you angry at me?” He asked standing outside the bathroom door.

“No I am just so happy that I was forced to talk to your mother,” I said sarcastically.

“But you did good. She loved you,” he said.

I opened the door to the bathroom and walked right passed him. He followed behind me then pulled me by my waist. He pulled me against his chest brushing my hair back.

“I am sorry I forced you to talk to her, but I love you. I want you to meet my family because I want to let you know that I want to be with you for a very long time.” He said.

I smiled slightly, “I want to be with you too, but I was not prepared for that.”

“I am sorry,” he said and kissed my lips.

I tried to resist the kiss and not kiss him back, but the effect he has on me is so strong that I just couldn't resist. I kissed him back deepening the kiss.

He pulled away and said, “I hope you know this means I really have to meet your parents now.”

I laughed then said, “We'll see.”

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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