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...


34. Chapter 34

Chapter 34

It's been a couple of days since my coffee date with Christian. I have been talking to him more often and we have been texting almost everyday. I was sitting on the couch watching a movie with Zayn when I felt my phone vibrate. I took a look at the caller ID and read off 'Christian.' I looked over at Zayn smiling at him.

“I have to take this,” I said.

I answered the call and went to the kitchen to talk.

“Hey Ella,” he said, “Are you busy?”

“Sort of I am with Zayn,” I said.

“Oh, never mind then I can just call you back,” He said.

I sat down and sighed, “Is something wrong?” I asked.

“No. Everything is fine. I just wanted to talk to you. I am bored.” He said.

“Oh,” I said. He wanted to talk to me. Not because he needed me, but because he wanted to. Strangely enough I was happy to hear his voice and I wanted to talk to him as well, but I couldn't because Zayn was in the other room.

“Well I'll call you some other time then,” he said.

I didn't know what to say or what to do so I said, “OK, it was nice hearing your voice Christian.”

“It was nice hearing your voice too,” He said and then the phone went dead.

I sat there in the kitchen for a while thinking of all the things that were going on in my life. I was so confused about everything. I wasn't sure what was going on anymore. Was I in love with Christian? No. I can't be. I love Zayn. I took a deep breathe and got up from my seat. I started to walk out of the kitchen and there in the kitchen door way were two brown eyes starring at me. I could see pain in his eyes.

“Who was that,” he asked his voice hoarse.

I took a deep breathe and cleared my throat. I didn't know if I should tell him the truth or if I should lie to him. I wasn't sure how he would react if I told him that I was talking to Christian for the past few days. I wasn't sure why I was hiding it from him either. He deserved to know. I put my hands in my pockets and looked down at the ground trying not to look at him.

“I was talking to Christian,” I whispered.

“Why were you hiding?”

“I wasn't hiding,” I said looking up at him.

He took a step towards me and closed his eyes, “You are lying.”

I looked at him in shock. He had never spoke to me that way, “What?”

He took a deep breathe then throwing his hands in the air he yelled, “I am not stupid! I know you have been secretly meeting up with him! All those mysterious text messages!”

I was speechless. His eyes were dark and full of anger. I wasn't sure what to say or what to do. I stood there in shock looking up at his tall frame. He ran his hands through his hair in frustration. He took a deep breathe closing his eyes and turning away from me.

I walked up to him and gently placed my hand on his back. He didn't move away from me so I slid my hand around him resting it on his stomach wrapping both of my arms around him. He didn't say or do anything. He just stood there frozen.

My head rested on his back and I whispered, “I am sorry.”

We stood like that for a couple minutes until he took my wrists in his hands and broke my embrace stepping away from me. I stood there hoping he would turn around and take me in his arms. I waited for him to say something, but all he did was turn around and look at me.

“Zayn,” I said, “I don't understand what the big deal is.”

His eyes grew wide and then he spoke, “You lied to me. How is that not a big deal?”

“I didn't lie to you,” I said, “I just..i...i just didn't know how to tell you that I was seeing him.”

“Did it ever cross your mind that maybe I was alright with you being his friend. The only reason I would think you didn't want to tell me that you were with him is because you still have feelings for him,” he said.

My eyes grew wide and I started to lose my breathe. I suddenly had forgotten how to breathe. I stood there not saying anything. I couldn't even look at him. I turned around to avoid his stare and closed my eyes thinking about what he just said. I didn't know if I did have feeling for Christian, but I knew that I didn't want to lose Zayn.

“You do,” he said questionably, “You have feelings for him. DON'T YOU!?”

I didn't want to turn around. I didn't want to hurt him because I didn't know how to answer his question. I felt his hands on my arms and he aggressively turned me around. His eyes were dark and his grip on my arms was tight.

“Answer me!” He yelled.

I closed my eyes not saying anything.

He shook me yelling, “Look at me and tell me you do not have feelings for him. Please Ella!”
I opened my eyes and yelled, “I DON'T KNOW!”

He let go of me pushing me away a little to harsh. He turned around and said, “wrong answer.”

He started to walk out of the kitchen leaving me there alone. I walked after him into the living room where the movie was still playing. I watched him as he gathered his things and looked for his car keys.

“Zayn,” I said, “Don't leave.”

He didn't speak. He just walked around the apartment looking for his keys. He had forgotten that he gave me the keys and I had them in my pocket. I watched him fumble through the the couch cushions.

I walked over to him and grabbed him by the arm. He didn't do anything to avoid my touch which showed me that maybe there was hope. Griping tight on his arm; I pulled him towards me. His back pressed against my chest as I let tears of desperation flow out. I was confused and desperate for answers, but Zayn deserved to know the truth. He deserved to know how I was feeling about this whole situation.

I took a deep breathe before speaking and pressed my forehead against his back. He smelt like cologne with a mixture of that natural Zayn scent I knew and loved. I took in another deep breathe this time to try and fill my lungs with this beautiful scent I loved. I felt the movement of his chest every time he breathed. I opened my mouth to speak, but the words wouldn't come out. I didn't know what to say to him. How do I let him understand that I love him. That I love him, but that Christian is still there at the back of my head.

I bit my lip trying to find the right words to say.

“Don't do that,” he spoke.

“Do what?” I asked confused.

He turned around to face me his long lashes batting as his brown eyes looked straight into mine. He frowned and brought his hand up to gently touch my face. I closed my eyes enjoying the touch of his skin against mine. I could feel the tingling of his touch on my skin making the goosebumps rise through my body.

His thumb brushed against my bottom lip, “Don't bite your lip.”

“How did--”

“You bite your lip when you are nervous or frustrated or confused,” he interrupted, “to be honest it turns me on.”

I blushed and looked down at the ground trying to avoid his stare. He stared at me with so much love and desire that I couldn't bare to look at him when he did. It made me want to kiss him and lose control with him and right now it felt like I was betraying him.

I felt the tears starting to flow out again as I thought of how stupid it was for me to see Christian behind Zayn's back. How could I ever think that I could be in love with Christian? Every touch and every look of Zayn makes me want him more. Christian never had that effect on me and I don't think he will ever have that effect on me. Zayn made me feel things that no other guy has ever made me feel. The way my skin tingles with his touch and the way my lips feel against his is no comparison to any other man.

“I am so sorry Zayn,” I said.

He sighed then took my head between his hands lifting it so that our eyes met, “all I want is you, Ella. If you think that you have feelings for someone else then what are we still doing? Why are we even together?”

I closed my eyes then shook my head, “No. No,” I said, “I love you. I do. I just. There is a part of me that misses him. I miss being his friend. I know that it was wrong of me to hide that I was seeing him, but I was afraid. I was afraid that maybe I was falling in love with him, but I know that I am not. I am in love with you.”

“Are you?” He asked taking a step away from me.

I took a step towards him and placed my hands in his. I brought his hand up to my heart so that he could feel the beat of my heart.

“Do you feel that?” I asked.

His eyes stared into mine and I could see a sparkle in his eyes. It was a sparkle of hope and love. I knew that he loved me and I needed to show him that I was in love with him too. I needed to show him that I was his.

“Every touch and every time I stand this close to you or hear your voice or even listen to you breathe; my heart starts to race. You are the only one that has ever had this effect on me Zayn. That is how I know I love you. I can't explain what I feel for you and I can't explain what I feel for Christian, but I know that I love you. Christian does not compare to you. No one does. He is just a friend that I care for. You. You are the man I am in love with. This heart only beats for you.”

I watched as a lonely tear escaped his eyes and I reached up to touch his perfect face. I brushed the tear with my thumb feeling the tingle of his soft skin against mine. I felt as his hand traveled from my heart to the back of me neck. He step in closer to me to fill in the space between us then leaned in to kiss me. I felt as his lips touched mine and my heart started to race even faster. His lips pressed against mine making the kiss soft and gentle. I snaked my arms around his neck pressing my body hard against his. I felt his chest rise and fall against my breasts and I pressed against him wanting to feel him. His lips then moved with more force against mine and I gasped parting my lips so that he can slip his tongue in my mouth. Our tongues moved together making the kiss intense and erotic. His hands traveled down to my bottom and I felt him squeeze it gently. He then stopped kissing me pulling away to looking at me with confused eyes. I stared at him wondering what was wrong and then I felt his hand slip into my back pocket and take out the car keys that a kept there.

He held the keys up in front of us and looked at me questionably. I stared at him with guilty eyes and said, “I didn't want you to leave.”

He just laughed making me feel more relaxed and yanked the key from him and through them across the room. He looked at me confused and I just laughed slamming my body against his and wrapping my arms around his neck making him fall back on to the couch. We both laughed and I planted a kiss on his lips. I sat up straddling on his hips as he laid on the couch. I looked down at his perfect complexion and those loving eyes and wondered if maybe it was finally time to give in to him. I know that I love him and I know that I want to be with him in every possible way, so why was I still waiting? Why was I so afraid of making love to this beautiful man when everything felt right with him.

“What are you thinking, love?” He asked.

I smiled and leaned in to plant another kiss, “I am thinking that I love you.”

He laughed, “you already said that.”

“I love you and..” I paused feeling the butterflies in my stomach go crazy, “and I think I am ready to sleep with you.”

Zayn's eyes grew wide and he sat up straddling me on his lap. He places his hands on my lower back holding me in place so that I was sitting on his lap. His eyes were looking right into mine trying to find some doubt, but he found nothing. I was serious about wanting to sleep with him. I wanted to be with him. I wanted to feel him in every way possible. I wanted to connect with him and sex was the only thing left for us. It was the link that was missing.

“Are you sure,” He asked.

I smiled and nodded, “I love you and I trust you.”

“I love you too, love. I want to be with you, but I don't want you to feel pressured about this,” he said.

“No one is pressuring me Zayn. I love you. I want to be with you,” I trailed kisses on his neck then whispered, “I want to be connected to you in every way possible.”


























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