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...


42. Chapter 42

Chapter 42

I walked into the hotel room in a way better mood than when I first left this morning. Zayn was sitting on a desk near the window and was on his laptop.

“You're back,” he said.

“Yes I am,” I said in excitement.

I had to admit that talk with Doniya did help me a lot. I am glad I know the true story between Zayn and Jasmine. Doniya was right I should stop worrying about all the things that can go wrong with Zayn and I and just enjoy what we have now and most of all I have to trust in us because if I don't trust this relationship, then there is no way it would work out.

I excitedly walked over to Zayn placing my new dress on the bed and then placing a kiss on Zayn's lips. He smirked at me baffled by my change in mood.

“I was not expecting this,” he said, “did my sister drug you?”

I playfully slapped his arm and then sat on his lap throwing my arms around his neck.

“You're sister didn't drug me Zayn,” I said, “we just had some girl talk. I had some things I just had to let out and she helped.”

“Well thank you Doniya,” he said and then his lips found mine.

His hands roamed my body and I kept my arms locked around his neck. The kiss suddenly grew intense and full of hunger. Our tongues fighting for dominance and our lips moving in sync. His teeth grazed my bottom lip making me moan. I threw my head back and he didn't hesitate to place his lips on my neck and begin to trail kisses on my neck. My hands roamed through his dark locks and I clenched onto them pulling him closer to me. He began sucking a spot on my neck and I felt his teeth graze my skin. I let out a small moan and then pulled his head up to connect his lips with mine. His hand roamed down my body placing it on my thigh. He squeezed my thigh and I could feel his erection press against my back.

“Zayn,” I gasped pulling away from our kiss.

“What?” He asked.

I blushed and said, “I could feel you getting a little too excited.”

I watched as his cheeks turned a light pink color, “Well you can't just kiss me like that and expect me not to.”

I threw my head back laughing not being able to resist. It was funny how I could simply make him feel this way with a heated kiss.

He scowled at me letting me know that it wasn't funny. I placed a kiss on his forehead where these tiny wrinkles formed whenever he furrowed his eyebrows.

“Do not scowl at me, Malik,” I pouted.

“You are such a tease,” he pouted and then began to tickle me.

He held me tight on his lap so that I wasn't able to escape and continued tickling me. The oxygen in my lungs escaped through all the laughter and it was getting hard for me to breathe.

“S-stop,” I stuttered.

He ignored my plead and continued with the torture. I began to kick and throw my hands in the air trying to push his hands away. When I finally got free from him I ran into the bathroom and closed the door trying to get away. I tried to lock the door, but he was too fast and he held onto the door knob so that I wasn't able to lock it. I began to panic and backed away from the door until I hit the sink counter.

He stood at the door looking at me with playful sinister eyes and I could feel my heart starting race with panic.

“Zayn,” I said slowly, “if you tickle me I swear you are going to regret it.”

He cocked his head to the side and said, “Oh really?”

I nodded unsure if I could actually comply with my threat. He slowly took some steps forward and could feel my heart racing. My stomach was twisted in knots and my breathing began to increase.

“Zayn,” I pleaded, “please.”

He just laughed an evil laugh and then ran towards me causing me to close my eyes tight and squeal. I felt his hands on my waist and he picked me up in one swift move sitting me down on the sink counter. I waited for the tickling to start, but it never came. Just when I was going to open my eyes I felt a pair of lips slam onto mine and I suddenly relaxed and began to kiss him back.

We pulled away and I stared at him confused, “I thought you were going tickle me?”

He crooked a smile and then said, “Oh I am.”

Next thing I knew he was tickling me and I burst laughter. I began to kick and scream, but it was no use he continued to succeed at tickling me. I then threw my body on him causing him to slip back and fall onto the ground taking me down with him. I squealed as I felt us hitting the ground and Zayn groaned as his back hit the cold hard ground.

I began to laugh my head buried on his chest and he groaned in pain. I rolled off of him laying right next to him and continued laughing.

“It's not funny,” he groaned, but I couldn't control my laughter. It was definitely funny. That is what he gets for torturing me.

“Are you alright,” he asked.

I laughed and said, “I am perfectly fine. You broke my fall.”

“Yeah well stop laughing and help me up,” he groaned stretching out his hand.

I stood up and then pulled him up. He moaned in pain making me laugh.

“Aw poor baby,” I cooed.

“Don't mock me. It really hurts,” he pouted.

“Alright I am sorry now let's get you to lay down.” I said moving him onto the bed.

I quickly moved my dress and placed it on a chair, then laid Zayn on to the bed

“Hey,” he said, “is that the dress you bought for the wedding?”

I walked over to the dress and held it up. It was covered up in a black plastic to keep it from getting damaged. I hung it in the closet and answered, “It is.”

“Well let me see it,” he demanded.

I looked over at him and answered, “No. Doniya said it was forbidden to let you see the dress.”

He looked around the room and I stared at him in confusion.

“What are you doing,” I asked.

“Looking for Doniya. Well she isn't here so might as well show me,” he said.

I laughed and then jumped on the bed next to him, “No.”

He groaned and just gave up on trying to convince me to show him the dress. I snuggled up next to him burying my face onto his chest.

“Zayn?” I whispered.

“Yes,” he answered.

I looked up at him and began trailing kisses on his neck. I took a deep breathe filling my lungs with his warm sweet scent. I trailed the kisses up and brushed my lips against his ear lobe. I heard a light moan escape his lips and I smiled.

“Does it still hurt,” I whispered into his ear.

He moaned and said, “Yes. I blame you for throwing yourself at me.”

I laughed and quickly stood up from the bed, “well too bad.”

“Too bad what?” He asked.

“Oh you know I was thinking we can continue what we were doing before you tortured me and chased me down, but since you are still in pain and all I don't think we can.” I said walking nonchalant up to the mirror and put my hair up into a messy bun.

I watched Zayn through the mirror as he quickly got up and yelled, “I am fine see!”

He began jumping up and down on the bed and I laughed.

“Good because we are going out,” I said.

“What?” He asked bemused, “You tricked me.”

“Mm kind of,” I said, “now let's go because I am starving.”


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Doniya has been doing my hair and make up now for more than an hour now. I really did not understand the point of spending all this time getting ready and looking so perfect when I wasn't even the bride.

She came in early waking me up to get into the shower and then he kicked Zayn out telling him that he had to go and get ready somewhere else. I was a bit confused at first of what was going on, but when I saw her pull out a whole kit of hair supplies and make up I knew what she was up too. She had mentioned that she always wanted to give someone a make over, but I never thought that she wanted to give me one.

“Ella. You are beautiful don't get me wrong, but you just need a bit of style,” she said, “now stop moving we are almost done here.”

After what seemed like forever she finally said, “finished.”

I tried to turn around and take a look in the mirror, but she stopped me before I could look and said, “Oh no you don't. It isn't a complete finish if you don't put on your dress.”

She held out the dress and then pushed me to a corner in the room where there were no mirrors. She stood away from me and turned around to give me some privacy so that I could change into the dress.

“Tell me when you are done,” she said.

I quickly changed into my dress and I felt weird in it. Maybe it was the way Doniya made such a big deal about everything, but I felt as if this was my big day instead of Zayn's cousin's big day.

“I am done,” I said.

She turned around and her mouth fell open. Her eyes were wide in shock and I was afraid she would say that she didn't like the dress anymore.

“Why are you staring at me like that? It looks bad doesn't it?” I began to panic. If the dress looked bad that meant I was not going to the wedding. There was no way we would be able to find a dress in time and I was not going to wear that ugly dress I brought.

“No,” she said walking over to me, “you look absolutely lovely.”

“I do?” I questioned and she pulled me over to the mirror.

I took in a deep breathe and then looked at myself in the mirror. I was taken aback when I saw a strange girl staring back at me. Her chocolate brown hair flowed down in big beautiful curls that framed her face perfectly. Her make up was done to perfection. The smoky eye shadow gave her eyes and intense sexy look that made the brown color in her eyes pop out; while her lips were a rosy color making them look sweet and kissable. My dress hugged my body revealing my lean curves perfectly.

“Is that-”

“You,” Doniya finished.

I turned around to face her and taking her in my arms. I kept thanking her over and over and she just kept laughing.

She pulled me away and said, “Hey I couldn't let my brother's girlfriend walk in to a wedding looking like a mess.”
I laughed and thanked her once more giving her a kiss on the cheek. It was funny how close we have gotten thanks to one very bonding shopping trip. We even exchanged phone numbers and emails so that we can keep in touch when Zayn and I go back to LA.

` “Alright well I am going to go get dressed and Zayn just texted me and said he is waiting for you down in the lobby so strap on those heels and get going,” she ordered.

“Yes mam,” I said playfully.

“Oh and Ella,” she said looking at me seriously, “No funny business with Zayn. It would ruin your whole look. Trust me.”

My cheeks grew warm and I couldn't fight back this blush. She laughed and then left the room leaving me to strap on my heels.

I took in a deep breath and walked out of the hotel room trying to be careful not to trip and fall on my face. I waited for the elevator and then stepped in to head down to the lobby.

My heart was racing nervously knowing that I was going to meet up with Zayn and he would see me dressed up like this.

When the elevator doors opened there was a dark haired boy looking sexy in his tux staring back at me. The sight of him immediately took my breath away. I smiled as his eyes roamed up and down my body. I waited for him to say something, but when the elevator doors began to close again he quickly stepped in and stopped them. He ran into the elevator and the doors closed in on us leaving us alone in there. The elevator began to move up again and just before it made the next stop Zayn hit the emergency stop button so that the elevator came to a halt.

He had me pressed up against the wall his eyes looking straight into mine. Our lips were only inches away from each other and wanted to so badly kiss him, but I knew what it would lead to and all I kept hearing in my head was Doniya's voice saying, 'No funny business.'

Zayn lifted his hand up and gently brushed my hair back. He caressed my cheek with the back of his hand and I closed my eyes enjoying the electricity that he caused with just his touch.

“You are beautiful,” he whispered his lips lightly brushing against mine.

I held my breath, mouth agape, trying to control what I was feeling. He then slammed his lips against mine slipping his tongue into the opening of my mouth. I gasped and then let myself get lost in this kiss. My hand was positioned on the back of his neck and I clenched on to the small locks of his hair as I felt his tongue explore my mouth. I moaned as his teeth grazed my bottom lip and he lightly sucked on it. His lips then moved down onto my neck and I threw my head back giving him more access as his hands roamed down my body. I felt his hands travel to my backside and onto my bottom he gently squeezed my bottom and I closed my eyes feeling him against me. I let out a light moan and then opened my eyes only to find a camera placed in the corner of the elevator.

“Zayn,” I gasped, but he wouldn't stop.

I pushed him off and he looked at me confused.

I pointed up at the camera and said, “Looks like we are being watched.”
He laughed and said, “Well we don't want to put on a show now do we?”

I laughed and shook my head. He pressed against me again kissing my lips lightly before whispering against my lips, “Besides, I don't want to share you with anyone,” he grazed his tongue along my bottom lip and continued, “you're mine.”

My heart was beating crazily and my breathing had hitched up and I thought I was about to hyperventilate. Suddenly this elevator was way too small to hold in all of these feelings I was having.

Zayn laughed noticing my reaction and then pulled away and hit a button on the elevator. The elevator began to move again and I quickly fixed my hair and dress. I was hoping I didn't mess anything up or else Doniya would murder me.

“You look fine,” Zayn said.

“Doniya is going to kill me,” I said.

Zayn laughed and took my hand, “You'll be fine. Now let's get to that wedding.”


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