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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36. Chapter 36

Chapter 36

My eyes slowly opened and I stretched out my arm to try and find Zayn, but I found an empty space. My heart started to panic and my eyes were suddenly wide open and alert. My heart was pounding in my chest with panic and my a couldn't stop my palms from sweating. Had he left me? Maybe I did or said something last night that made him mad.

I started to feel the tears trying to escape my eyes and that knot in my throat was throbbing. I looked around the room trying to find his car keys or some indication that he was still some where in the apartment, but I found nothing. I swallowed and closed my eyes trying to find some kind of explanation of why he had left me. Maybe I wasn't any good last night. Maybe he didn't really love me and he just wanted to sleep with me all this time. This can't be happening to me again.

I sat up against my head board looking out into space. I started to think of all the reasons why Zayn would just walk out and I couldn't find any that fit. The only explanation was that he never loved me. I felt the knot in my throat grow bigger and I couldn't keep the tears away anymore. I let out my tears and sat there all alone. I closed my eyes and let the tears flow out. I stayed like that for a bit trying to control my emotions.

Tender lips against my cheek shocked me causing my eyes to open. I found a confused Zayn looking right at me. My eyes were opened in shock and I felt a couple more tears escape my eyes.

Zayn sat at the edge of the bed cupping my face in his hand. He dried the tears from under my eyes with his thumb, then planted a light kiss on my lips. I closed my eyes and wrapped my arms around him feeling him close to me. I started to cry and he held me tighter against him.

“Ella, baby,” he whispered, “what's wrong?”

I pulled away from him and stared at his confusing expression.

“I couldn't find you.” I whispered.

“I went out to get you some breakfast,” he said pointing at a tray with french toast, scrambled eggs, and a glass of orange juice.

I looked down at my hands embarrassed. It didn't make any sense to me why he was still here. I thought that maybe after last night he would have left me

Zayn gently pulled my face up so that my eyes met his. He held me there for a couple of minutes analyzing my expression. I was about to speak when he beat me to it.

“I will never leave you. What do I have to do to show you that I will never be like the other men in your life. I love you Ella. I truly do. You can't get rid of me that easily,” he said smiling at me.

I smiled back at him and he planted a light kiss at the corner of my lips.

He then stood up and brought the tray of food to me. There was a rose and an envelope placed right next to the orange juice. I took the rose in my hand and brought it up to take a whiff of it. My lungs were filled with it's beautiful scent making me smile. I looked up at Zayn who was observing me with his beautiful brown eyes.

“What's this?” I asked.

“Open it,” He said.

I looked at him confused and a bit scared of what he was up to. I took the envelope in my hand feeling its smooth surface and then slowly opened it. I paused just before revealing the contents of the envelope and looked up at Zayn. He smiled encouraging me to go on and I took out what seemed like an invitation. I stared at the invitation in my hand reading 'Landon & Jolene's' Wedding.'

I was so confused, “A wedding?”

“I got it yesterday in the mail. My cousin is getting married in Paris,” he said.

Oh no. This meant that he was leaving. I looked down at the invitation and frowned. I know I can't keep him away from going to his own cousins wedding, but I was going to miss him. He was trying to tell me that he was leaving in the nicest way possible.

“Your going to leave,” I whispered looking down at my hands that were still holding the beautiful invitation.

“We are leaving,” he said.

I looked up at him and he held what looked like two air plane tickets in his hand. I stared at the tickets then stared at him. I was confused, yet excited that he wanted me to go with him.

“Are you serious,” I asked my eyes opened in surprised.

He nodded and leaped into his arm spilling the orange juice all over the bed sheets. I wrapped my arms around him and started to kiss his lips. He laughed and smiled under my lips kissing me back. He tried to speak and say something, but I was too happy and too excited to talk. I didn't know how thank him or show him how much he meant to me. The only thing I could think of was kiss him until our lips run dry.

“Ell,” he spoke under our kiss, “there is juice all over the bed.”

I pulled away and looked down at the bed then at him. We both busted into laughter and he ran his fingers through my hair before placing his lips onto mine once more. We let our kiss deepen and he let his body fall back on the bed so that I was hovering over him. Our bodies were pressed against each other and felt his hand traveling down my body as the other hand brushed through my hair. He then pulled away from our kiss and started to laugh.

“What?” I asked.

“You have orange juice in your hair, baby,” he said smiling.

I sat up straddling on his hips and took a look at my hair. It was starting to get sticky and I groaned.

“You see what cause,” I said.

He laughed and sat up holding me so that I wouldn't fall back, “How about we go clean you up,” he whispered in my ear.

I bit my bottom lip teasing him. I slowly got up from his lap and stood in front of him. He looked up at me with lust in his eyes and I couldn't help, but bite my lip once more. I pulled the t shirt I borrowed from him last night over my head and playfully threw it at him. He laughed and continued to stare at me with lustful eyes. I tried my best to be sexy as I slowly walked towards the bathroom taking my bra off and trowing it to the ground. I never turned around to look at him, but I knew that his eyes were fixed on me. When I got to the bathroom door I slipped off my underwear and placed it on the bathroom door handle. I went inside the bathroom leaving the door unlocked.

I began to prepare my shower testing the water to make sure it was the right temperature when I suddenly felt two hands traveling down my naked body. I turned around to find a shirtless Zayn standing in front of me.

“I see got my invitation,” I said.

“I didn't know I had to be invited,” he whispered pulling me closer to him.

My breasts were pressed up against his tone chest and I could feel the beat of his heart against my chest. He lightly kissed my lips and I turned around to step in the shower. Soon he joined me placing wet kisses along my neck.

He then grabbed the body wash and poured some on the cloth wash. I turned around to place a kiss on his lips and then he started to gently scrub my body with the cloth. His eyes never left mine and I could see as they sparkled with lust and love. I smiled then placed a gentle kiss on his lips.

I started to laugh and he stared at me confused.

“What is so funny, love?” he asked.

I felt my cheeks get warmer and said, “when we were apart I used to fantasizing about this.”
“You had dirty fantasies with me?” he asked raising and eye brow.

I blushed and said, “don't let it get to your head Zayn I used to fantasize about Taylor Lautner as well.”

“Did you now?” He asked.

I nodded smiling at him.

He rose an eye brow then leaned into me whispering, “Well I bet it wasn't as good as kissing you like this.”

He placed his lips on mine slowly moving them against mine. The water poured down on us letting a few droplets enter our mouths. He then started to deepen the kiss our tongues moving against each other.

He pulled away and placed his lips on my earlobe whispering, “I bet it wasn't as good as making you feel this.”

His hands traveled down to my bottom and rested there pushing me closer to him and soon I knew the purpose of it. I could feel his prominent size brush against my entry and I instinctively thrusted my hips towards him.

He smiled and asked, “Better than your fantasy?”

“Way better,” I said.

 

* * * * *

 

Zayn and I were sitting outside the studio waiting for the other boys to come out of the studio so that we can all go out to dinner. Zayn was holding me in his arms and placing gentle kisses on lips when we hear a loud shriek. We both pulled away and turned to find a girl with straight black hair staring at us with wide eyes.

“Zella,” she said.

Zayn and I looked at each other confused then looked back at the girl both of us asking, “What?”

“Zayn and Ella. Oh My God! It is really you!” she yelled.

We both laughed and said, “yeah.”

The girl ran into us slamming her body against our and embracing us into tight hug. Soon a Paul came and pulled her away.

“It's fine Paul,” I said.

Paul let go of the girl and I walked towards her, “What's your name?”

“Jessica,” she said.

“Nice to meet you Jessica,” I said, “this is Zayn and I'm--”

“I know who you are,” she interrupted, “You're Ella. Zayn's girlfriend. I am a little behind on news and all because the computers at the orphanage are really slow, but I know who you are. I am a big fan. My roommates are never going to believe me. OMG! Are the others here? Chloe is going to freak when I tell her I ran into all of you and--”

“Woah! Slow down,” Zayn interrupted.

“Where do you live,” I asked.

“Los Angeles Orphanage. I am an orphan, but it's OK because one day a loving family will adopt me.” She said, “enough about me. Can I get your autographs.”

“Sure,” Zayn said.

Zayn autographed a piece of paper for her and gave her a hug. Soon the rest of the boys joined us and Jessica began to jump up and down with joy.

“Who is the new girlfriend, Zayn,” Harry asked.

“Guys this is Jessica,” I said, “She's a fan.”
“And a Zella shipper,” she said.

“A what?” Louis asked confused.

“Never mind that,” she said.

She walked up to the boys looking at all of them observing them closely, “I can't believe you guys are real. Man I should start selling candy bars on this side of Los Angeles more often.”

“Candy bars?” Niall asked, “What kind?”

“All kinds,” she answered, “I have to sell them for the orphanage.”

“Orphanage?” Liam asked.

“I am an orphan,” she said, “can I have and autograph from all of you?”

“Sure,” they all said in unison.

They all signed her piece of paper and stood there to talk to her for a bit. Zayn and I pulled Liam away to talk to him while the rest of the boys were buying candy bars and talking to Jessica about nonsense.

“Liam,” I said, “Zayn and I came up with an idea.”

“What is it?” he asked.

“Well how about we have dinner at an orphanage,” Zayn said.

“We can order some pizzas and have them delivered to the orphanage. I am sure the kids there would enjoy having pizza delivered by One Direction,” I said.

“That is a great idea,” Liam said.

We all turned to Paul and he had a 'oh no not again' look on his face. We knew that it was hard to go off schedule when Paul was around, but he couldn't deny us from doing this for an orphanage.

“Fine,” Paul said, “I'll start ordering the Pizza.”

“Thanks Paul,” we all said.

“Whatever. One day you are all going to get me fired,” He said walking away with his phone in his hand.

We then joined Jessica and the boys to tell them the great news. Jessica was ecstatic and she started to cry. She kept ranting on about how she couldn't believe that One Direction was going to her orphanage.

“This must be a dream.” She said.

We all laughed and assured her that it wasn't.

When we arrived at the orphanage there was a couple cameras outside, but not as much as there usually was when the boys attended clubs. We entered the orphanage and all the kids got excited to see the boys come in with a bunch of pizzas.

Jessica introduced us to her best friend Chloe and the rest of the night was filled with the laughter of children and the laughter of the boys.

I watched as Zayn played with a three year old little boy and thought of how cute he looked with a kid in his arms. I smiled at him and he smiled back at me.

He walked up close to me and said, “This was a great idea, Ella.”

“Thank you,” I said and placed a gentle kiss on his lips. Ch

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