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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4. Chapter 4

 Chapter 4

“Monica! Come on the boys said we had to be there early.” I was sitting in the living room waiting for Monica to hurry up and decide on what to wear to the concert. Janell and Rosalie who are bigger fans than Monica were all dressed and waiting in the car.

“You don't understand I've never gotten VIP passes to a concert before and this is One Direction!” She yelled.

“It's just a concert, Monica.” I said rolling my eyes. She walks into the living room wear a lacy skirt that wrapped around her waist and a white ruffled top. She looked incredible almost too incredible for a concert.

“It is not just a concert.” She says, her voice almost threatening.

I don't understand what the big deal about this concert is. I mean they already met the band and had dinner with them. I understand that they are fans and that they are excited, but Monica was taking this too far. It was almost as if she was trying to impress them. The boys are nice and kind. They were like any other guys we've met only they were rich and famous. I guess I can see the pressure she is feeling to impress them. They are rich and famous and have probably met millions of girls way better than us. Which is why I still ask myself why Zayn was interested in being my friend. I understand that he wants a friend that can be less of a fan and more of a friend, but there are millions of girls out there that would be better candidates.

“You look great,” I said, “we should go if you want to make it to the concert.”

She nods and grabs her purse.

 

* * * * *

“I am so glad you girls made it, I was afraid you were going to change you mind.” Liam said. After we met them last night I made it my homework to memorize their names because I hate not knowing someones name. It's rude and embarrassing especially since these guys were famous. Great now I sound like Monica. We had to enter through the back of the arena because of all the fans that were standing outside hoping to meet the boys. I bet it was hard for the fans to take a look at the boys considering that the arena was pretty hidden with in Universal city walk. We had to go around a parking lot where we noticed a lot of fans yelling and holding up signs.

“Believe me these girls would never miss out an opportunity like this.” I said disappointed that Zayn wasn't the one that greeted us when we entered the arena, “Where is Zayn?” As soon as the words came out I regretted it because they all looked at me like if I was crazy.

Liam smiled and said, “Zayn and the rest are in wardrobe. I finished before them so my job was to come and get you girls. Now let's go and get you seated because in about thirty minutes you will experience the greatest concert of your life.”

Janell, Rosalie and Monica jumped up and down in excitement and I just laughed at my crazy friends.

“You're kidding right? I think that a Michel Jackson concert would be the greatest concert of my life.” I joked.

Liam and my friends just laughed in agreement and then we walked over to the dressing rooms to wish the rest of the boys good luck. The arena was big and I was glad that Liam was leading the way because I am sure that we would have gotten lost. There was people running up and down everywhere and everyone looked very busy it was sort of scary to watch.

When we got to the dressing rooms we found the annoying boy, Louis, and Harry messing with Niall's blonde hair while Zayn tried to stop them. They looked like little children playing around, they reminded me a lot of my brothers. When I was younger my twin brothers used to mess with my hair all the time. I remember them sticking gum to my hair once and my mom had to cut it off. They were evil and were always pulling pranks on me, although now that they are in high school they eased down a bit, but they still try and prank call me. I love them so much and sometimes I miss them, but then I think of how annoying they are, like Louis, and I regret admitting that I miss them.

“What on Earth are you doing?” Liam asked.

They all stop the arguing and look over at the door where we were standing. Zayn looked at me and quickly backed away from the boys. We all laughed and the boys cheeks turned crimson red. Harry and Louis laughed while Niall tried to fix his blonde hair.

“We were telling Niall that his hair is a beautiful blonde color.” Louis answered stroking Niall's hair. I am so proud at myself because I actually remembered who was who.

“Right, well we don't have much time we have a show to do.” Liam said. I've noticed Liam is very protective about the boys and he sounds a lot like a father when he talks to them.

The girls and I wish them good luck and their body guard leads us to our seats. We got front row seats to the concert and my friends were jumping up and down with excitement.

“You have no idea how glad I am that we ditched you on that beach,” Rosalie said.

I looked at her in disbelief.

“No offense,” she continues.

“Well you welcome, I guess.” I replied.

The arena started to fill up with screaming girls and suddenly the arena looked bigger than it did when it was empty. I couldn't believe how many people actually fit in this building. There was girls everywhere with posters and signs and jumping up and down just like my friends were. All of the energy in the room made me want to jump up and down too.

“Wow,” Janell said, “I had no idea they were this famous.”

“I did,” I said remembering when Zayn and Harry got mobbed yesterday at City Walk.

They stared at me confused.

“It's a long story,” I said.

Once the arena was packed with girls the band started to set up their instruments. The fans yelled with excitement. They were yelling out names that I was sure were not the boys. There was a specific name that caught my attention and I couldn't understand why they were yelling it over and over.

“Who is Josh?” I asked.

“Josh Devine. He is the drummer,” Rosalie said pointing at a cute drummer who was smiling at some of the fans while he was preparing himself to play.

“Well he's cute.” I said.

“Yes. Yes he is.” Rosalie sighed.

Then music started to play and an introductory video started to play. The video introduced the boys and it was to watch them on the screen. They looked like they were having fun and of course they looked as good looking as ever. After the video the boys appeared on stage singing their first song and I can feel the energy in the arena grow stronger. All the girls started to scream and chant their names over and over. They sang along with the song, screaming their lungs out. There were girls crying and girls smiling with joy. I noticed a girl who was shaking with excitement and I thought she was going to pass out.

I looked at the boys on stage and they sang their hearts out. I could see the twinkle of joy in their eyes and I knew that they were happy to be up on that stage. I knew that they felt the love that these girls felt for them and I knew they would do just about anything to keep their fans happy. The smile on their faces showed how much they loved their job.

I looked over at Zayn and my heart started to race at the sight of him. His voice filled my heart with joy and I felt like any other girl in the arena that was here to see him. How is it that he can do this to me with just the sound of his voice?

Zayn met my gaze and flashed a big smile. I smiled back at him and he replied with a wink. I felt my cheeks get warmer and the butterflies in my stomach went crazy. He was making me feel different things that I were new to me and I didn't like it. There were millions of girls in here way better than me and he chose to look at me. I couldn't understand why. Everything I was feeling was so confusing and I didn't know why he was making me feel this way. I hated him for doing this because he was making me feel vulnerable. There was a reason why I stuck to my books. My books were my guard. They were my safe zone where I can go and read about falling in love and feeling everything he was making me feel instead of living it and actually feeling it. In my books I can never get hurt because I know what it is like to have a broken heart.

Back in high school when John Caperalli and I worked on our book project; he and I grew very close and like I said before he was very nice to me. He was always telling me how his parents didn't support him with his decision to move out and go to school in Rode Island and I was always telling him how great his was and that I was sure that he could get a scholarship since he was on the swim team. We grew to be great friends, but I felt differently about him. I actually liked him as more than a friend, but he had a girlfriend and I knew that I would never get a chance with him. Until one night where he was drunk because he got into a fight with his parents and he came to me. He didn't go to he girlfriend, but to me. I did not know what to do and I felt like I had no other choice but to help him. He spent the night at my house that night and when he woke up the next morning he told me wonderful things and kissed me. After that night we would hang out behind his girlfriend's back and there was a night where we shared so many secrets and it felt right to be with him. He was my first time. After our first night together he told me I was not the type of girl that should be with him and he stopped talking to me. He graduated and of course walked hand in hand with his girlfriend.

After that experience I knew that I was not the type of girl that got the guy and I promised myself never to let anyone get to my heart or any part of me. John broke my heart and he was the reason why I lived in the world of my books, but Zayn was making me feel like John had made me feel before. My heart was racing and the butterflies in my stomach were going crazy, but these feelings were strange to me. I had locked them away for such a long time that I had forgotten how good it felt to be noticed by someone. I forgot what it was like to feel your heart race with every look he gave you. Every time he starred in to my eyes made the blood in my veins rush through my body and making my head spin. The sound of his voice made the goosebumps rise on my skin and made me feel weak. How was he doing this? I hardly knew him and he was making me feel things that were so strange to me.

“Hey, Ella. Are you OK?” Monica interrupted my thoughts.

“Yeah I am,” I said.

She starred at me unconvinced and a kind smile of concern formed on her lips. I smiled back at her to confirm that I was fine and she seemed to buy it because she turned back to concert and started to sing.

 

They sang their last song and the girls in the arena cheered as the boys left the stage. A body guard appeared in front of us and asked us to follow him back stage. I suddenly felt a million girls starring at us with hatred in their eyes or maybe it was jealousy. The body guard led us to the boy's dressing room and we found five sweaty boys on flopped on a couch.

“You guys were amazing,” Janell and Rosalie said at the same time.

“Thank you,” Liam replied.

I looked over at Zayn and I found him smiling and staring at me. I smiled back and he got up and walked towards us, “Thank you for coming.”

“Thank you for inviting us. You guys were great.” I replied shyly.

“So! Let's o celebrate our last night here!” The annoying boy yelled.

I stared at Zayn confused. What did he mean by last night here? Did he mean last night performing or were they going back home already?

I was about to ask Zayn when Monica interrupted and said, “I know an amazing club.”

“Great! I guess we are going clubbing!” Louis yelled.

“Can we eat first,” Niall said.

* * *

As we entered the club many girls recognized the boys and asked them for a couple of pictures and autographs. There was paparazzi outside the club taking pictures and I noticed how relaxed the boys were with all of these people asking them for pictures and autographs. If I were them I would go crazy with all of these people crowding around me.

We took a seat on some comfy couches while Louis went to go get drinks, unfortunately we were not old enough to drink any alcohol, but we were old enough to buy soda and water so we had to settle for that.

“I still don't understand why you Americans have to wait until you are twenty one to drink.” Harry said.

We all laughed and Janell said, “It's because most eighteen year old here are stupid and irresponsible. They can't handle the alcohol.”

“And you can?” He asked Janell.

Janell rose an eyebrow and said, “Are challenging me?”

Janell was the best drinker I knew. She knew what to drink and how much to drink. If Harry was challenging her to drink, then he better be ready for what Janell had to show. Drinking was her special skill. She had other skills as well, but she loved to drink.

“Let's dance,” Rosalie interrupted Harry and Janell.

Louis got up with excitement and followed Rosalie to the dance floor. Monica and Liam followed behind them while Niall, Harry, and Janell were talking about food and drinking and other things I wasn't interested in. I couldn't stop thinking about what Louis said about their last night here. Did this mean that they were leaving? I look over at Zayn and he was looking at something on his phone. He hadn't talked to me since we left the arena. Was something wrong? Maybe he was trying to avoid telling me that he was leaving? What if his plan was to have a one night stand? There was so many questions roaming in my head and I didn't know how to approach him and talk to him.

“Ella,” I heard a deep voice.

I look up and find my friend Christian standing in front of me, “Christian. Hi.”

I got up to hug him.

“What are you doing here?” He asked.

“Well we are celebrating apparently,” I say my tone sarcastic.

He looks at me confused and I just shake my head. He looks at the people behind me and I turn to look at them. When I realized why he was staring I couldn't believe what I was seeing. Zayn had his eyes fixed on us. He looked sort of angry and serious.

“Well I'll see you around,” he said.

“No, come and sit with us, “ I said inviting him. Christian was a nice person and the only person that shares the book obsession with me.

“Um. No it's fine I have a couple of friends waiting for me. Besides it doesn't look like I am wanted here.” He said addressing his gaze to Zayn.

I roll my eyes, “OK, well I’ll see you when we go back to school.”

He nods and gives me a hug goodbye.

I sit back down next to Zayn and he gets up and walks away. What is this guys problem? I watch him walk towards the patio and I get up to follow him. I find him standing by the rails looking out into the city lights and smoking.

“I didn't know you smoked.” I say standing next to him.

“There is a lot of things you do not know, Ella.”

“Right. Well in my defensive I’ve only known you for like two days,” I replied.

He took inhaled his cigarette once more than tapped it on the rails to turn it off. He through it on the ground stepping on it with his foot than walked away from me. What is wrong with him?

“Hey,” I called after him, “ can we talk?”

He turned to face me and his beautiful brown eyes met mine.

“Why are you acting so cold and ignoring me?” I asked.

He didn't answer.

I sighed and said, “You know what I don't need this.” I was not going to beg him to talk to me because I do not care if he is a famous superstar I don't beg.

I walked passed him making my way back into the club and then I felt a strong firm hand grab my arm. I turned around and suddenly Zayn and I were face to face closer than ever. My heart started to race and I can feel his chest against mine with every breathe he took. We stood there looking into each others eyes for what seemed like forever until he broke our stare and backed away.

“I am sorry I've been ignoring you.” He said.

I didn't say anything.

“Look it's just hard for me to make friends and this is hard,” He continued.

“Did you ask me to give you a tour because you were hoping that I was going to be some type of one night stand?” I asked.

He looked down avoiding my gaze.

“Answer my question, Zayn.” I demanded.

“At first, yes.” I looked at him shocked, “but there is something about you that I can not explain. You are different from other girls.”

I look at him confused.

“I wasn't lying to you when I said I wanted a friend that would hang out with me because I was me and not Zayn from One Direction. And you. You look at me that way. You don't look at me like I am a pop star. You look at me as if I was just me.” He said.

“That's because I didn't know you were Zayn from One Direction. Besides I hardly even know you, so it is hard to see you as anything.” I said.

“And I hardly know you.” He said.

What is he trying to tell me?

“Zayn, what are you saying?” I asked

“Tonight is our last night here,” he said, “We leave tomorrow afternoon to Florida. We have some interviews and performances to do, then after that we have other interviews to do in some other states and cities I can't remember.”

I stare at him knowing what this meant. This meant that this is the last night we were going to see each other. I look down at my feet trying to avoid his stare because I didn't want to show him that I was feeling something for him. I didn't know what it was but I know that I want to get to know him better and I didn't care if it was as his friend.

“I really would love to get to know you better,” he said, “but I don't know how if I am leaving and you are here.”

“Zayn, it's alright. I knew that you were going to leave and I guess we can be pen pals now. You can email me or tweet me or text me,” I said.

“I guess you are right, but I don't know why I have a feeling that it won't be enough. I just wished I would have bumped into you at sooner. Then I would have more time to know you.”

I smiled and said, “ things happen for a reason, Zayn.”

He smiled and said, “I am sorry I ignored you. I just thought it would be easier to say goodbye that way.”

“Goodbye is never easy,” I said.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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