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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44. Chapter 44

Chapter 44

I didn't know what to do or where to go. I just wanted to get away from Zayn. I wanted that image of him kissing another girl to go away. The only thing that kept replaying in my head was the way his lips were pressed against hers. They were the same lips that had kissed every inch of my body the only a few minutes ago. They were the same lips that told me they loved me so many times before, but how could I believe every kiss and every beautiful word he said to me. His lips were on hers. He kissed her!

I quickly ran up to the hotel room with tears in my eyes and I noticed some people staring, but I didn't care. Nothing mattered anymore. I was disappointed and my heart ached way to much for me to even care what everyone was thinking. When I walked into the hotel room I noticed Zayn's t shirt on the floor. I slowly walked towards it and picked it up. The tears kept streaming down my cheeks and the pain in my chest jut kept growing. I brought the t shirt up to my face; my hands clenching down to it. I took in a deep breathe letting in his scent fill my lungs. It burned my lungs making my heart ache even more. I let out a loud sob and threw the t shirt across the room.

How could he? I always knew I wasn't good enough for him. I should have walked away from him and from all of this before I ended up like this. I should have know that this was all too good to be true. I knew what type of guy he was from the beginning and I still believed that maybe I was different. Yes I had my doubts, but deep down I thought he actually loved me and respected me for him to never pull a stunt like this.

I quickly began to pack all of my things throwing everything into my suite case. I didn't care if it wasn't neatly put away. I wanted to get out of this place. I need to go home. I need to leave and forget everything. Zayn can go around kissing other girls, but I will not be stupid enough to sit here and watch him break me.

I was quickly walking up and down the hotel room making sure that I had everything. I would have to try and see if I can get an earlier flight since Zayn and I were not planning on leaving until tomorrow. Ugh. Zayn! Why would he do this to? I loved him. I still love him. I thought he loved me?

I was changing into some more comfortable clothes and tying my shoes when I heard the door open. I quickly stood up and zipped up my suite case. I didn't want to look at him right now. I just want to get out of here. I want to go home.

“Where are you going?” Zayn asked as I grabbed my suite case. His voice was calm making me even angrier.

I closed my eyes letting out a few tears escape. I didn't want to turn around and look at him.

“Home.” I answered coldly.

“Ella,” the sound of my name coming from his lips made me shiver.

I kept my eyes closed trying not to let him see how much his presence effects me.

“Please,” he begged, “you have to let me explain.”

We stood in silence for a couple seconds and I could tell he was waiting for me to answer and say something. But I didn't want to speak to him because as soon as I open my mouth the loud sobs will escape.

“Ella look at me!” He yelled pleading for attention.

I ignored his plea and took a deep breathe before whispering, “goodbye Zayn.”

I felt him take a step towards me and I quickly dodged him before he can reach me and made my way towards the door.

“Ella wait!” he called after me, but I didn't turn back.

I knew that if I took one look at him that my heart would stop and I wasn't sure how more pain I could take. The image still kept playing my head and it was the constant reminder of what an idiot I was for believing that what Zayn and I had was real.

Before I reached the door I felt Zayn's touch against my skin causing a shot of electricity flow through my body. I hated the way he made me feel even knowing that he kissed someone else.

“Let go of me,” I yelled jerking my arm.

I turned around only to meet his eyes with mine. Those beautiful brown eyes that I love stared right into mine and the only thing I could think of was the way his lips were pressed on hers and I wondered if he looked at her the same way he looked at me.

“No,” he said, “you can't leave without listening to me.”

I pulled my arm making him lose his grip on me and said, “Fine Zayn what do you want to say? How you played me? How I was so stupid to believe that maybe it was different with me? I knew you had a history of playing with girls and I hoped that none of that was true. All the things the media said about you being the heart thief and then breaking them. All of that were things I never wanted to believe, but you proved me wrong. I wanted to believe that you were actually in love with me, Zayn. But how can I believe that when I see you kissing another girl,” he was staring at me with sad eyes or maybe it was pity in his eyes. I hadn't notice I was crying until my voice began to crack as I spoke, “you were never in love with me Zayn. You would have never even been close to her if you actually loved me.”

“I,” he began, “I..i didn't-”

“Goodbye Zayn,” I interrupted and then walked away.

He didn't try to stop me this time and I was kind of disappointed that he didn't. I hoped that he would prove me wrong and tell me that he loved me and that it was only a mistake. That she drugged him or he was drunk. I wanted something that would make me forgive him, but he just stood there stuttering tying to find the right words to say. He shouldn't be having trouble trying to explain what happened. Part of me thought that maybe he was trying to come up with some type of lie.

I got into the cab telling the cab driver where to go. I looked out at the city lights of Paris and wondered if all this talk about Paris being the city of love was nothing but a myth. Ever since I arrived at this city I have been feeling nothing but insecurity about myself and my relationship with Zayn. I am disappointed that I was actually proven right.

I knew that Zayn never actually cared for me. I mean who would I am just a girl form Los Angeles. I am no one. I work at a library and live in a small apartment and try and keep up with bills and school. Zayn is somebody in this world and could easily have better looking girls; while I am nothing. Jasmine is gorgeous just how I thought she would be. They have history and I am no one compared to her.

“Thank you,” I said to the cab driver and paid him. Thank god he understood my English and I think I paid him a little more than what he asked for, but I didn't care. I just wanted to get out of this city. I missed my big LA buildings. I wanted to be home and lock myself in my room and just cry.

As I made my way inside the airport there were a few photographers outside. I cringe at the sight of them and hoped that they would recognize me or say anything. I began to walk acting like I was no one important, which I wasn't. Suddenly I heard my name being called by a girl and I turned around to find a little girl standing a few feet away. She was a fan and she photographers soon recognized who i was and began to snap pictures. They mobbed me with questions some in french which I did not understand at all.

I began to walk faster and finally got away from them all. After a few hours of arguing about getting my ticket changed for an earlier flight I finally got it and was off to finally go home. As the the plane took off I began to feel my heart ache once more and the tears began to stroll down my cheeks.

I couldn't believe everything that has happened to me today. It feels it was all a nightmare. A nightmare I so badly wanted to wake up from only when I woke I would still have the image of Zayn kissing Jasmine in my head. I would still have that ache in my chest and the pain that I feel will never go away. If I was dreaming then all of this pain that I feel would instantly go away and be replaced with Zayn's gentle touch.

 

 

Zayn's POV

I've been standing by the door staring at it for hours now. The image of Ella's painful eyes was still fresh in my head. I waited for her to come back hoping that she has forgotten something here and that maybe she will give me a chance to explain myself, but nothing came. With every minute that past by the only thing that came was the emptiness in my heart and the realization that I had lost her. How could I have been so stupid? I knew it was a bad idea to talk to Jasmine. I had hope that maybe she had changed and that she wouldn't try anything with me. I truly believed that we could put the past behind us and that we could be friends like we used to be.

Now Ella was gone. I should have said something to her when I had the chance. I should have explained myself, but when she began to say all of these things she caught me off guard. She was right I should have never even gotten close to Jasmine. I knew how she felt about her and I knew that she was feeling insecure. My sister told me about the talk she had with her and that right there should have been a reason for me to be extra careful.

“Be careful Zayn. If you don't want to lose her I suggest you keep her and yourself away from both Jana and Jasmine. She is insecure about herself and she doesn't understand how much you actually love her. One wrong move and you can lose her Zayn,” her words played in my head.

She was right and now she was gone. She is gone and I let her go. I know I messed up and it hurts to watch her leave, but I won't let her go. I can't. I won't give up on us.

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