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...


3. Chapter 3

 Chapter 3


I sat alone at a Starbucks drinking my coffee. Coffee always made me feel better and right now that is what I needed. Everything that was happening was overwhelming and unbelievable. Why would he not tell me the truth about who he is? There is no way this is happening. I knew I should have researched that band. How did I end up in this?

A light tap on my shoulder startled me interrupting my thoughts. I look back and find two chocolate eyes starring down at me. His eyes were so perfect and I couldn't help but feel like starring at them all day because I loved the feeling of the butterflies in my stomach every time he looked at me.

“Hi there,” he said.

I looked down at my coffee trying to ignore his gaze because I knew that just by starring into his eyes I will forget about everything.

“Hi,” I said annoyed at the fact that he lied to me.

He walked in front of me and pulled out a chair,“May I?” He asked.

I nodded and he took a seat, “Where is your friend?” I asked.

“He went back to the hotel.” His accent making my insides melt. Why was he doing this to me? He was just too perfect. Everything about him made all my insides melt. It wasn't fair. I hardly even knew this guy and he was making me feel this way. How can I let someone make me feel this way?

I looked down at my coffee avoiding his gaze and said, “so when were you planning on telling me that you are a famous pop star?”

He sighed and I looked up to look at him. He had a dark look in his eyes almost as if he was afraid of something.

“I didn't tell you who I was because every time someone sees who I am they start to treat me differently,” he said, “it isn't just me. It's the same with the lads.”

“I understand that, but I feel so stupid for not realizing who you were. I feel played.” I had to tell him the truth because I did feel played. I felt like everyone was knew what was going on but me I felt like a joke.

“I'm sorry. I promise you that I was never playing with you. I just wanted to hang out with someone who didn't see me as Zayn Malik from One Direction. Sometimes fame can be overwhelming and here in America we are new which makes it a bit easier, but still fans recognize me as you just witnessed.” His words were sincere. I knew that he never tried to play me, but I suddenly didn't feel comfortable with the fact that he was a pop star. I felt so insecure and he was sort of intimidating.

“It's OK,” I said and took a sip of my coffee. The warm feeling of the coffee flowing down made me feel a bit better about this situation.

He smiled and said, “so should we start over.”

I nodded and he reached out his hand and said, “Hi I am Zayn Malik from One Direction.”

I looked at his hand and thought of how silly this was, but I took his hand and said, “Nice to meet you I'm Ella Scott from the Pussy Cat Dolls.” I couldn't help myself to joke.

He laughed and said, “Really? I've never heard of you.”

“Oh, that is because I was never really in the group. I usually just pictured myself there, but it's pretty much the same thing. Right?” I smiled.

He smiled back and I felt those butterflies in my stomach go crazy again. Despite the fact that he was a pop star and that intimidated me I felt like we could be friends. He was funny and mysterious at the same time and I liked that.

“Should we continue with the tour,” I said.

“Actually I've already seen almost everything,” he said and I looked at him confused.

“Then why did you ask me to give you a tour?” I asked.

“Because I just wanted to hang out with someone that was going to treat me like an actual person and not a pop star.” He said and his words made me smile because it meant he wanted to hang out with me and he never need me just for a tour, but then I realized he was a pop star and there was no chance of a girl like me having any type of relationship with him

“OK, then I guess we are done here.” I said and got up form my chair.

“Wait,” he said reaching out for me, “i still would like to spend time with you. There is nothing to do back at the hotel.”

I smiled and said, “Well I guess we can go grab something to eat I am starving.”

We spent the whole afternoon together walking along Los Angeles and talking about our likes and dislikes. I told him about all the books I've read and he told me about the books he has read before he was in the band because he hardly has time to read now. We talked about how his career changed his life and that he loves to do what he does, but there was days when he missed his family and he preferred to be at home with them.

Conversation with him flowed easily and the more time we spent together the less intimidating he was because he was just like any other person I've met. I can see that we could be great friends and I hope that he feels that same way because he was a great person and an interesting one too. I flooded him with questions about England because I just wanted to know everything about his lifestyle. I told him that I hoped to visit England one day and he agreed to give me a tour when I visit. I hope that meant that we were going to be friends for a while because I don't think I will be visiting England until I finish paying off college.

At the end of the day I got a text from Monica saying that they were bored and that they were wondering if I was going to come home soon to entertain them. They've must have been really bored because I was not the best entertainer in the world. I suddenly got the idea of introducing Zayn to the girls, but I didn't know whether he would be OK with meeting three fans when he clearly stated he wanted to hang out with someone who treated him like a person and not a pop star.

“Zayn can I ask you to do something for me?” I asked afraid of whether he would think that I was using him somehow.

“Sure,” he said.

“I don't want you to think I am taking advantage of you or anything,” he got a confused look on his face, “I have three friends who are apparently fans and I know they would be delighted to meet you. It's OK if you say no.”

He laughed and said, “Of course. Why would I say no?”

“Because you said you didn't want to hang out with a fan.” I said confused.

“I love my fans, Ella, but sometimes it's nice to be unnoticed. Besides I like meeting fans they make me feel special and who wouldn't want to meet me. I mean look at me I am amazingly good looking,” he joked.

I rolled my eyes and texted Monica to tell her I had a surprise for her.

Zayn told me to meet him at the hotel and that way they can meet the whole band and I could meet his 'mates.' He gave me the name of the hotel and agreed to meet there in an hour.


* * * * *

“Monica! I told you it's a surprise so can you stop guessing because I am not going to tell you guys anything,” I said. I swear this girl can be such a child sometimes.

“Is it a car?” Janell asked with a big enthusiastic smile on her face.

I looked at her through the rear view mirror and said, “Does it look like I can afford to buy you guys a car.”

She frowned and said, “You are right.”

I laughed at how childish they all sounded and continued to drive. Through the whole drive they kept trying to guess out what the surprise was and some of their guesses were a bit ridiculous and I could help myself but laugh at them.

I parked my car at the hotel's parking lot where Zayn instructed me to park it and my friends looked more confused then ever.

“Why are we at a hotel?” Rosalie asked.

“Are you kicking us out of your house. I mean I know it's been a bit crowded, but you know we can't afford to pay for a hotel for the whole summer.” Janell said. She was right it was a bit crowded in our apartment, but I loved having them with me and I would never kick them out I would miss them way to much. I can't stand it when they are away in San Francisco because they were like my sisters.

I laughed and said, “Of course not. I love you way too much to kick you out.”

“Good because my wallet can not afford this hotel. Seriously what are we doing here?” My scrawny friend asked.

I ignored her question and kept walking. When we reached Zayn's room I took a deep breathe and looked over at my friends, “First off try not to embarrass me,” they looked at me confused, “Ready?”

They all nodded looking more confused then ever and lightly knock on the door. Seconds later Zayn appeared at the door with a warm inviting smile that caused goosebumps to appear on my skin. Then his smile grew wider and he started to laugh. I looked at him confused and turned around to look at my friends behind me. The three of them had their mouths wide open in shock and were frozen solid like statues. I was a bit scared to see them this way because I couldn't tell whether they were breathing or not.

“Monica? Hello? Janell? Rosalie?” I waved my hand in front of them, but their gaze never left Zayn's.

“You broke my friends.” I told Zayn and I started to laugh. I clapped my hands in front of them and they all blinked. Finally some reaction.

“'re,” Janell stuttered.

Zayn stretched out his hand and said, “Zayn Malik. At your service.”

“How? What? When?” Rosalie asked. Monica was still a bit shocked.

“Why don't you guys come on in,” Zayn said, “unless you guys rather stay out here.”

They all reacted immediately and quickly made their way into his hotel room. I shook my head at them because they rudely push me aside and then I walked in the room with Zayn. They were all sitting on the couch without even bothering to apologize. Zayn and I both sit on the couch in front of them and stare at them because they looked so funny taking staring at Zayn.

Rosalie finally spoke and said, “OK can someone tell us what the hell is going on? How did you two...” she trailed off her gaze on me.

“Remember the guy from the beach?” I told them.

“The rude mysterious jerk that called you a week later?” Monica asked.

Zayn smiled at Monica and waved saying, “Hi there,” then pointed at himself and said, “Mysterious Jerk.”

Monica blushed and said, “Oh.”

After explaining to them everything that happened, they all seemed at bit more calm and started to actually look at Zayn like he actually existed and not like he was some imaginary creature.

“How about we meet the lads,” Zayn said in his incredible accent.

We all got up and followed him to meet the rest of the band. He led us to the hotel's restaurant where four guys, including his curly haired friend, were sitting at a big table having dinner.

“Zayn!” a brunet boy yelled overly excited, “Ooh you brought girls.”

“Louis. You have a girlfriend,” Zayn said.

The brunet boy smiled and said, “I know I was just stating that you brought girls.”

He was sitting next to the curly haired boy and then whispered something into his ear that made him laugh.

“Fellows, this is Ella. The girl I told you guys about and these are her friends: Monica, Janell, and Rosalie. They are fans and wanted to meet you guys.”

They all smiled and got up to greet us. All of them were very kind and very inviting it was hard to see them as pop stars because I usually pictured them as divas, but not these guys they were really welcoming and down to earth.

We sat with them talking and I could tell my friends were so happy to be where they were. I started to talk to if I am not mistaken his name was Liam. We talked about college or as they called it Uni and he was very easy to talk to. He was kind and very mature. The brunet boy who was always excited was starting to get annoying and I can tell Zayn was getting annoyed as well. The brunet boy's name was Louis, I think. He was always making jokes and was playing with Janell's long hair.

“How can you girls stand hair this long,” he said and grabbed her hair placing it on his head as if it were a wig, “especially in California. It is very hot here in the summer.”

Janell just laughed and I can tell she was enjoying him, but I just wanted to slap him.

“I like you girls,” the kind boy in the plaid shirt said.

“Well, I like you guys too.” Monica said and I can tell she was very excited to be here.

“Why don't you girls come to our concert tomorrow night?” The kind boy said.

“I don't know about that,” I said.

“Come on we can get you girls VIP passes and it's our last show here in Los Angeles. It's your last chance.” He insisted.

I looked at my friends who were sitting at the edge of their seats and staring at me with insisting eyes. I knew that they wanted to go, but I wasn't sure if it was a good idea. It will be asking way to much from them and I wasn't the type of girl to take advantage of someone like that. I look at Monica and she looked at me with big eyes as if she was ready to stab me if I said no.

“OK, I guess we can go,” I said and my friends cheered.

I stare at them in disbelief and when I meet Janell's gaze she mouths 'Thank You.' I smile and nod.

I can not believe this is happening to me. Who would have known that me, Ella Marie Scott, would end up meeting pop stars. I am not sure how this is going to turn out, but I was willing to give it a try. I know that my friends are going to love me forever after this day and that made me even happier. I always like seeing them happy and watching them interact with these boys put a smile and all of our faces.

I look over at Zayn and I catch him staring at me, you would think he would look away like a normal person who gets caught when they stare, but no he just smiled and kept staring. I tried not to look him in the eyes because his eye were just so beautiful and hypnotizing and I wasn't sure whether my beating heart can stand all of these feelings I was feeling. I didn't like what he was making me feel. He made everything inside me feel warm. It was indescribable.

I hadn't felt like this since my junior year in high school when I had a crush on senior John Caperalli. He was on the swim team and extremely hot and Italian too. He was always nice to me and I had to do a book project with him, but he had a girlfriend. Of course a guy like him will never go out with a bookworm like me. His girlfriend, Jennifer, was a bitch and a bully. She always called me names and was always telling me that I was pathetic for believing that a guy will ever fall for me. I knew she was right, but Monica always tried to convince me otherwise.

There is no way Zayn will ever lay eyes on a girl like me.  

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