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...


39. Chapter 39

Chapter 39

“Ella,” I heard Zayn's voice in the distance, “baby wake up. We are here.”

I slowly opened my eyes and saw a beautiful man standing over me with these bright eyes that sparkled with love. I loved waking up and seeing his face. I smiled and watch his mouth form into a warm smile as well.

“Where are we?” I asked.

“Paris,” he said with a smile.

I quickly got up and said, “We have a lot to see Zayn. I want to do so many things before we leave.”

I quickly made my way out of the plane trying not to bump into one. Why was everyone walking so slow? We had Paris to explore. I looked behind me to find Zayn , but he was standing still staring at me amazed by my reaction. He had the cutest smile displayed on his face and I couldn't help myself, but stand still and admire how beautiful and sexy he looked.

I shook my head snapping out of this trance and said, “why are you just standing there we have to get out of here and explore Paris.”

He laughed and said, “We have time baby. I promise you that this would be the best trip of your life.”

I walked up to him and pecked him on the lips.

“It already is,” I whispered.

He smiled that sweet smile I adore and we both walked out of the terminal hand in hand. There was a lady with dark hair waving towards us and I looked behind us wondering if she was waving at us or at someone else. I then looked over at Zayn and saw joy in his face. He had the biggest smile displayed on his face and when I looked over at the dark haired lady she had tears streaming down her face. They were not tears of sadness, but tears of joy.

I suddenly realized that she was his mom. I started to notice the resemblance between them and a sudden rush of nerves flowed through my body. I was not ready to meet his mother. What if she didn't like me? What if she thought I was trash? What if she thought I was not pretty enough? What if she thought I was only with him for attention?

I started to look around for the nearest exit, but I couldn't find anywhere to escape. Maybe I could just blend in and get lost in the crowd. I can just go back on plane and head back to Los Anegeles.

I felt Zayn squeeze my hand tightly as if he could sense my fear. I looked over at him and he stared down at me with tender eyes and a beautiful smile that made me feel like I belonged there right next to me. I smiled back letting him know that I was alright. I took a deep breathe and continued walking. I watched as we got closer and closer to her and my heart just kept racing with every step.

Zayn let go of my hand and jumped into his mother's arms. I watched as he embraced her showing her how much he missed her and loved her. I watched the tears roll down her face and on to her loving son's t shirt. I've never seen anyone reunite like this with someone they loved so much. It got me thinking about what it would be like to be so far away from my mother for months and realized that I wouldn't be able to bare it like Zayn does.

Even though I live on my own and a couple of minutes away from my mother; I still get home sick when I crave her famous spaghetti or when I have a nightmare and she is not there to tell me it's all going to be alright. Things are not how they use to be when I was younger, but my mom will always be the one person I can trust. She will always be the one I can call up or drive to when I need something, so I can't imagine how Zayn feels being away from his mom for so long and miles away.

Zayn let go of her and turned to me. I smiled trying to look brave, but in the inside everything was shaking. My heart was beating fast and I felt like I was in the most awkwardness position. I wasn't sure if I was ready to meet her.

Zayn took my hand and pulled me close to him making my nerves calm. I felt safer at his side. I watched as her mom stared at the both of us. It was as if she was observing how we looked as a couple. Her stare was making me nervous and I pulled in tighter to Zayn. I could feel his skin against mine making me feel warmer and secure.

Zayn looked at me then spoke, “Mum this is Ella. My girlfriend.”

I smiled at her and then stepped forward stretching out my hand to greet her, “Nice to meet you Mrs. Malik.”

She looked at my hand shake then looked at me. It was almost as she didn't want to take my shake. I knew it she didn't like me. My heart started to race faster and I felt like I need to hide under a rock. I so badly wanted her to like me not only because I am in love with her son, but because her approval is important to me and to Zayn as well.

I was in shock with my hand stretched out towards her. I wasn't sure if I should just pull it in or run away.

“I am not taking that,” she said.

My eyes shot open in shock and I put my hand down besides me.

“Excuse me?” I quietly spoke.

Then she opened her arms wide open and took me in her arms. She was hugging me.

“I feel like already know you,” she said.

I awkwardly wrapped my arms around her and said, “Zayn talks about me?”

They both just laughed and I continued to feel awkward.

“You are all he talks about,” she said.

I looked over at Zayn who was smiling and blushing.

“Well I hope he says good things about me,” I said.

She laughed and said, “he does. I think we should get going I’m sure you want to check in to the hotel and rest. We can go out to dinner if you'd like.”

“I'd love to,” I said smiling.

Zayn pulled me close to him and kissed me lightly on the cheek. We headed out of the airport and soon photographers started to snap pictures of us. I was still not used to being photographed all the time and sometimes when I look back at the pictures I think of how horrible I look. Zayn looks like an angel compared to me. The flashes of the camera stunned me and my heart started to beat faster in panic. They were all speaking English and French all at the same time; yelling out my name and asking me questions. Ever since that last time I got mobbed I was still scared of paparazzi.

Zayn sensed my fear and he pulled me close to him protecting me from the mob of paps. I held on to him tightly feeling secure. I've noticed that ever since we got together when ever we are in situations like this he pulls me close to him and holds me tight. I can feel him tense up and watched as his jaw clenched up. He looked so serious and never let go of me.

Once we got off the cab and into the hotel away from all of the paparazzi I sensed him ease up a bit. We agreed to meet him mother at a restaurant near by in an hour and Zayn and I went into our hotel room.

“Zayn can I ask you something,” I asked.

He looked at me confused, “sure.”

“It's not that I mind it or anything, but I've noticed the way you change your mood around paparazzi. Why do you do that?”

He sighed stepping closer to me, “It's not that I change my mood it's just that I know that you are not used to this life style and neither is my family, so I try and protect you guys. I will never forgive myself if anything happened to you. I guess I am just a bit over protective.”

I smiled at him and gently kissed his cheek, “I love you.”

He smiled back and said, “Ella, I know that the last time you got mobbed by photographers was my fault and I am not sure if I ever did apologize for that. I guess what I am trying to say is I am sorry and I should have never treated you that way that day outside the hotel.”

I frowned at the memory. I remember Zayn telling me to leave from his hotel room and getting all of these photographers yelling at me and asking me questions. I should have kept my mouth shut that day. I changed Zayn's image because of what I said.

I looked down at the ground remembering those horrible days where I felt like crap. Feeling like I wasn't good enough for him. That was until I met Christian. I guess I can say that Christian saved me.

I felt Zayn's hand gently placed under my chin. He gently pulled my face up so that my eyes were staring into his.

“Don't think about those days. I am sorry I brought it up. It's just that I feel so stupid for ever letting go of you that night,” he said.

“No. Don't,” I said, “I am here now.”

He smiled and leaned in so that his lips met mine. We let our lips take a mind of their own moving against each other. It was a kiss filled with love and passion. A kiss with lust and truth. A kiss of forgiveness.

A knock on the door made us part from our kiss and Zayn walked over to open the door while I walked over to my luggage and tried to find something to wear for dinner.

“Brother!” I hear a voice coming from the door way.

“Doniya. What are you doing here?” He asked.

“Really? I haven't seen you in months and you receive me like that?” She asked.

“Sorry,” Zayn said and then I hears some whispers.

I walked over to the door way to see what was going on and I could see Zayn and a girl standing by the door and whispering. The girl then looked over my way here big eyes starring at me. I wanted to walk away, but it was already too late she pushed Zayn out of the way then walked towards me.

“Doniya,” Zayn called after her.

“Shut up Zayn,” she said her accent was beautiful.

She stared at me for a bit and I looked over at Zayn confused. He mouthed out 'sorry' then shrugged confusing me a bit more.

“Can I help you?” I finally spoke.

“You're American,” she said, “and pretty. I can see why my brother is so into you.”

'Brother.' Alright things were starting to make sense now. She was his sister. I wasn't sure if I should be scared or happy that she is here.

“My name is Ella,” I said stretching out my hand so that she can shake it.

She looked at it and for a second I though she was going to reject it, but she took it and said I am Doniya. That wanker's sister,” she said.

“Doniya,” Zayn said embarrassed.

“Nice meeting you Doniya.” I said.

She nodded and smiled then made her way into the hotel room. She found herself a seat and sat down making herself comfortable. Zayn took my hand and we both walked towards her sitting on the chair across from her. Zayn pulled my hand so that I was sitting on his lap and wrapped his arm around my waist.

“Doniya what do you want?”

“Well I came to see you and of course I found out the infamous Ella was here so I had to meet her and see if I approve,” she said.

Zayn and I both stared at each other and then stared at her. We sat there in silence for a couple of seconds waiting to hear whether she approved.

She looked at us then spoke, “Oh I do approve by the way.”

I could feel the sudden tension ease between all of us in the room.

“So Ella do you know what you are wearing to the wedding?” She asked.

“I have a black dress that I bought in Los Angeles,” I said.

“Alright let's see it,” she said.

I looked over at Zayn trying to find whether it was safe to show her my dress. Doniya was pretty and she was very out going which sort of intimidated me.

I got up and showed her the dress. It was a black simple dress that I had bought years ago. It was the prettiest thing I could find in my closet and I wasn't much of a fashionista. I watched as she observed the dress then observed me.

“Oh no. That won't work. You are too pretty for that dress. We need to find you something else to wear. How about you and I go shopping tomorrow,” she said.

I wasn't sure if I should be offended for my taste in clothing or be flattered by the fact that she called me pretty, but I did want to go shopping in Paris.

“Sure. I'd love to,” I said.

I looked over at Zayn and said, “Zayn can we go shopping with your sister tomorrow?”

“Oh no Zayn is not going,” she said, “It'll ruin the whole surprise.”

“What surprise?” I asked.

“When he sees you and the perfect dress.” She said.

I laughed and said, “Alright. Sorry Zayn you are not invited.”

He smiled a cheeky smile and said, “It's fine I’ll have you all night to myself.”

I blushed and his sister squealed in disgust, “I did not need to hear that.”

We all laughed and I suddenly became very comfortable around Doniya. She was loud and outgoing, but she was nice and she liked me. My biggest concern was always not being able to get along with his family and so far everything is going well.

We talked for a bit and then she left telling us she had to get ready for dinner as well as us. Something told me that Zayn's mom was not the only one that was meeting us for dinner.


I stepped into the shower feeling nervous about this dinner and thought of faking some sickness to get away from it. I heard the bathroom door open and I peaked out of the shower curtain to take a look. I found a shirtless Zayn taking off his jeans.

“Are you going to join me in the shower Mr. Malik?” I asked.

“Yes I am,” he said.

“How fun.” I said and closed the curtain.

Soon Zayn was in the shower with me wrapping his arms around my waist and his naked body pressing against my back. He began to kiss my neck sucking and nibbling on some spots. I low moan escaped my lips and I felt him lightly bite down on my skin sucking.

“Zayn we don't have time for this.” I said.

He groaned and said, “we can be late for dinner.”

He led kisses up my neck until his lips met my mouth. I turned around letting myself get lost in the kiss. The water from the shower trickled down on us and I felt a couple drops of water fall in between our kisses. It was a wet kiss full of passion and love.

I groaned and said, “Zayn no. We can't be late for dinner. I really need to be on your family's good side.”

He started to laugh and said, “You'll be fine. They like you.”

“So far your mom and sister do. Now come on let's finish up and get going.” I said.

He frowned a playful frown and I smiled giving him a kiss on the lips. I quickly finished washing my hair and stepped out of the shower leaving Zayn alone in the shower.


We both finished getting ready and I suddenly was a lot more nervous then before. Zayn wrapped his arms around my waist as I looked at myself in the mirror. He lightly kissed my cheek and held me into the a tight embrace.

“You'll do fine,” he whispered.

I took a deep breathe and we both made our way out the door.

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