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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32. Chapter 32

Chapter 32

I looked over at Zayn who had a big smile on his face. I stared at him annoyed. I thought I told him I didn't want him to meet my family. How did he even manage to get them to come?

“Surprise,” he said.

I rolled my eyes and hugged my mother, “Hi mom.”

“Hi sweetie. I am so happy to see you,” she said.

“Me too mom,” I said.

“It doesn't seem like you are happy to see me,” she said pulling me at arms length to take a better look at me.

“I am mom it's just I thought I made it clear to someone that I didn't want him to meet you guys,” I said looking over at Zayn who was still smiling like a child.

My mom rolled her eyes and then my father stepped in to give me a hug as well. I said my hellos to my family then we all headed to our table. Zayn and I walked behind my family so that we could talk.

“Zayn why did you do this?” I asked.

“I told you I wanted to meet you parents. You didn't do anything to make it happen so I asked your friends to help me out and arrange for us to get together.” He said.

“You don't understand do you?” I asked.

“Understand what? I love you and want to get to know you better. I don't need to understand anything else,” Zayn said.

I rolled my eyes at him and shook off his arm that was wrapped around my waist.

“Will you stop whispering,” my brother, Chris, said.

“Shut up brat,” I said and started to walk faster away from Zayn.

We all sat at a table and Zayn sat next to me.

“It's so nice to finally meet you,” Zayn said.

“Well it is nice to meet you too,” my father said.

“Ella told me she had a boyfriend, but I thought his name was Christian. I never thought it would be a pop star,” my mom said making Zayn flinch at the sound of Christian's name.

I looked over at Zayn who was probably wondering why I never told my parents about him. I knew that this day was not going to end well especially because I am extremely annoyed with Zayn at the moment. He should have told me about this arrangement, maybe I would have been able to stop it for happening.

“I am just a regular lad, mam,” Zayn said politely.

“You are English,” my dad said.

“I am,” Zayn said.

“That explains why she is with you. Her dream has always been to visit England. Maybe you can show her around sometime,” I looked at my dad in shock. He usually never acted like this around boys. When ever John used to go over my house so that I can help with homework he used to be rude and always watching our every move. I don't blame him though John did turn out to be a jerk, but I've never seen him be so cool with any of my guy friends. I mean my parents have never met any of my boyfriends mostly because I never even dated anyone besides John, but he doesn't count.

“That is the plan, sir,” Zayn said.

I looked over at Zayn annoyingly and he was smiling and comfortably talking with my parents. It shocked me how comfortable he was with all of this while I was sitting here with sweaty palms. Zayn and my dad started to talk about England and the differences between the US and the UK. They talked about traveling and site seeing. My mother listened and talked with them as well while I just sat there and watched this horror of a nightmare. How can they all be so calm and comfortable about this?

My brothers Chris and Eddie were texting on their phones and occasionally would comment on something my parents would say. They were less annoying then the last time I saw them. Maybe it was because they just finished their first year of high school. It is weird to look at them all grown up. It feels like just yesterday I was taking them to school while my mom went to work. It was weird to look at them be teenagers. They were always so loud and making stupid jokes and being annoying. Now they are quiet and with deeper voices.

“So you are the famous One Direction member?” Eddie asked.

“I am, but my name is just Zayn,” Zayn answered.

“You are dating my sister?” Chris said.

Zayn laughed and I stared at my brothers warning them not to embarrass me.

“Yes,” Zayn answered.

“Why?” Eddie asked.

“You do realize there are millions of girls who would kill to be with you? And way hotter, right?” Chris asked.

Zayn laughed, “believe me when I say those girls are nothing compared to Ella.”

I smiled at Zayn thankful for saying that about me, but it still doesn't change how annoyed I am with him for not telling me that he was planing all this. Just when I was about to speak the waitress came by to take our order.

“Hello,” she said, “I’ll be your...You're Zayn Malik.”

Zayn smiled and said, “I am.”

The waitress immediately composed her self popping out her chest and said, “well can I take your order Mr. Malik.” She batted her eye lashes and bit her bottom lip.

I rolled my eyes and said, “I'll have some seven up.”

The waitress ignored me and said, “What would you like Mr. Malik?”

“My girlfriend would like a seven up,” he said, “I would have the same.”

The waitress's cheeks turned red as she looked my way then she looked over at my family and took their order as well.

“I'll be right back with that,” she said then turned to Zayn again, “anything you need don't be afraid to call me.”

She walked off shaking her behind hoping Zayn would notice, but Zayn just looked down at his menu. I rolled my eyes again then looked at the menu as well.

“Wow you get a lot of attention for all the hot chicks,” Chris said, “again, why are you with Ella?”

“Christopher, behave,” my mom told him.

Zayn laughed then rested his hand on my thigh underneath the table. I was so annoyed by him that I just flicked his hand away and continued to look at my menu.

The rest of the day my parents and Zayn talked about lots of random things. They asked him about his parents and his family, the things he liked to do, places he would want to visit, and lots of other things. They asked him lots of questions about himself and I understood that they wanted to get to know him, but there were times where I wished that I could hide underneath the table and not come out.

“What do you think about marriage,” my mom asked.

“MOM!” I protested.

Zayn smiled letting me know it was fine, but I just shook my head and hid my face in my hands.

“I think marriage is a big commitment and I am too young for it at the moment, but I hope that in the future I will marry the right girl,” he squeezed my thigh lightly, “who knows maybe I already found her.”

My mom smiled looking at us and I couldn't help but blush.

At the end of our lunch we went to a park near by and took a walk. My dad and Zayn walked together and talked about British artists. My dad had an obsession with British rock. I think I got my British obsession from him. I walked with my mom while my brothers played a game of soccer with some boys.

“So how do you feel about Zayn?” I asked my mom.

“I like him. Why didn't you tell us about him?”

I sighed, “I wasn't ready for you guys to know about him yet.”

“I already knew about him, Ella. I was just waiting to hear it from you,” she said.

I looked at her confused, “What do you mean?”

“I saw you on one of those magazines with him. You guys were at some club together. At first I didn't believe it, but then I started to watch those celebrity news and I saw you and him together. My first instinct was to tell your father and when I told him he was very shocked. We both were, but we decided to not confront you about it and just wait for you to tell us. I was surprised when he was the one who contacted us and not you.”

“I know I am sorry. I wasn't ready for it to go this far. I am still not. I don't want him to get too close to you guys. I am not ready for that.” I said.

“Well he certainly is. How did you even manage to date a pop star Ella?” She asked.

“I bumped into him at the beach. I first just noticed his accent and he asked me to show him around LA. I didn't know he was a pop star. I learned that after wards when he got mobbed by girls. We ended up being close friends, but I fell for him. It was tough at first because I was with Christian and media kept twisting stories about us, but now we are together and I am happy. I am just not sure how long this happiness would last.”

“I know he loves you, sweetie. You can tell by the way he looks at you. The way you light up when you see him tells me you love him too.” She said.

“I do, but he lives on the other side of the world. How can we ever make that work?”

My mom sighed, “You'll figure it out. You always do. You love him and I know you will try and do anything to be with him. It'll work out. I know it.”

I smiled and hugged her, “thank you mom.”

Then Zayn and my dad joined us. Zayn wrapped his arm around my waist and pulled me close to him. My mom smiled letting me know she was happy to see me happy.

“Ella, I hate to say this but we have to go. I have to go back to the studio in a couple hours.” Zayn said.

“It's fine,” I said.

“It was nice meeting you guys,” Zayn said to my parents.

“It was nice meeting you too.” My mom said.

“Please don't be a stranger Zayn,” my dad said, “you are welcomed to come to our house anytime.”

“Thank you sir,” Zayn said shaking my dad's hand.

We said our goodbyes then headed to the car. Zayn opened the car door for me and he got into the driver seat. The car ride back home was quiet mostly because I was still mad at Zayn. Even though this encounter with my parents went well I was still not ready for him to meet them.

“Are you mad at me?” He asked.

I ignored his question and stared out the window.

“Ella,” he said, “I don't like you being mad at me. Please say something.”

I didn't say anything.

“I don't understand why you are so upset. Your parents liked me and I feel like I know you better. I like knowing more and more about you.”

I groaned, “You don't get it Zayn!”

“Get what?” he asked, “What are you talking about?”

“Nothing,” I said then looked out the window again.

Zayn pulled the car over to the side of the road. I looked over at him wondering what he was doing.

“Tell me,” he said, “why does it bother you that I want to be with you and get to know you better?”

I looked down at my hands fiddling my fingers nervously.

“Tell me,” he said again.

I squeezed my eyes then snapped, “Because you are going to leave!”

I opened my eyes to take a look at him. His brown eyes were starring at me in shock. I could feel the tears starting to run down my face.

“You are going to go back to England Zayn. You are going to leave me. I don't want you to meet my family because I am not ready to get so close to you and then just lose you.” I said crying now.

Zayn wrapped his arms around me, “Ella, baby. Please don't cry. I am not going anywhere.”

“Yes you are. You are leaving me.”

“No I am not. Just because I live over there it doesn't mean that I am going to live with out you. I am going to make all this work. I am never going to leave you. I don't care if I have to come every weekend to visit you or if I have to travel everyday. I am not going to leave you because I love you.”

I looked at his eyes and I could tell he meant every word, but I knew that it was going to be hard for us to keep trying to make time in our schedules to see each other. I was soon going to start school again and he had his tour and interviews, photo shoots, meet and greets, CD signings, and so many other things. I wasn't sure I was convinced that this would work out between us, but I was willing to try. I was willing to try because I loved him too and I did not want him to leave me. I wanted him with me.

I wiped the tears off my face and smiled at him. He held my face in his hands and places his lips onto mine.

“I love you,” he said.

I smiled at him and said, “I love you too.”

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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