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...


46. Chapter 46

Chapter 46


Ella's POV

“How much longer until she wakes up doctor?” I heard my mother's voice.

Why couldn't I hear her? The last thing I remember was Nicky and I were driving back home and I was telling her about Zayn. There was a bright light and I heard Nicky yell. Where was I? Why was my mother here and why couldn't I see her?

“It all depends on her. She hit her head pretty bad and had a few fractured ribs, so she is pretty lucky that the concussion wasn't so bad,” an unfamiliar voice said.

“Then why isn't she awake?” I heard Zayn's voice. He sounded angry and sad. Why was he here? I felt my heart race and I wanted to open my eyes and tell him to leave, but I couldn't.

“Doctor what is going on?” Zayn asked.

“Her heart rate is increasing a bit.” The unfamiliar voice answered.

There was silence and I couldn't hear any voices anymore. What was going on?

“Her heart rate is now stable,” the unfamiliar voice broke the silence.

“I don't understand doctor. Why isn't she waking up? It's been two weeks already,” I heard my dad's voice.

What? Two weeks? What is going on? Why can't I open my eyes? I wanted to get up and tell everyone I was fine. I wanted to wake up, but my eyes don't seem to open as much as I tried to tell them to open. It was almost as if my brain had forgotten how to function and control my body. I wanted to move, but nothing was happening. Why was my dad here? I was so confused. I want to wake up.

“Listen I know you are all getting impatient here, but it is all up to her right now. We did everything we could now it is just up to her to open her eyes. Just know that she is lucky to be alive most people who suffer a hit like hers don't make it because of the amount of brain damage. All I can tell you is have faith that she will open her eyes.” The unfamiliar voice said.

“Thank you doctor,” my mother said.

I remember now. There was a truck. It was red. Nicolette and I were on our way home when all of a sudden I saw the red truck coming towards me. I heard Nicky scream and then everything went blank after that. Oh no. Nicky. Where was she? Was she ok?

Why can't I open my eyes? I want to wake up.


Zayn's POV

Ella's mom thanked the doctor and I watched as he walked away to attend his next patients. Why was no one doing anything to help Ella wake up? This was all so frustrating. I wanted to help her, but I didn't know how. These past two weeks have been hell to me and I can't help but feel that this was all my fault. She was lying here in this hospital because of me. If I wouldn't have messed things up in Paris she would have left with me instead of leaving earlier and suffering this accident.

“Well I just don't know what else we can do?” Her father said.

I walked over to the window in the hospital room and looked out at the city. Thoughts of Ella came to me. All I could think about was her. I wanted to see her eyes again. I turned around to find her father holding her hand in his. He looked sad and I can tell he wanted her to wake up as much as I did.

“Ella come on sweety you have to wake up?” He whispered.

I watched as her mom stared at the image of her husband and her daughter with tears rolling down her eyes.

“What did the doctor say?” Her brothers walked in asking.

I turned back to look out at the city not wanting to listen to the bullshit explanation that the doctor was giving. What was the point of him spending his whole life studying medicine if he couldn't even make her wake up. Why wasn't she waking up?

“Ella you loser. Please wake up,” her brother said, “I'm claiming your laptop if you don't open your eyes right this second.”

I smiled at his attempted to try and make her open her eyes and then let my thoughts drift back to Ella. I kept thinking about the way her eyes glowed whenever I told her how much I loved her. The way she smiled and laughed as I tickled her. She hated when I would do that, but I could never get enough of her beautiful laugh.

Then the thought of her crying when she saw Jasmine and I clouded my mind. She looked so broken and all I wanted to do was hold her in my arms and tell her I was sorry. I wanted her to look me in the eyes I told her I loved her because I know that she would believe me. Why was I so stupid?

I began to feel the tears trying to escape my eyes and I couldn't help but let them out. I kept staring out the window letting the tears stroll. I wasn't even sure if I was staring at anything at all. All I could picture in my mind was Ella. Her smile. Her eyes. The way she looked as she walked out of that hotel room. It broke my heart to see her that way and now here I am standing in this hospital room where she lays because of me.

This was all my fault. If I would have stayed away from Jasmine and Jana non of this would have happened. I would have probably been in bed with her right now holding her in my arms. She would have buried her head into my chest as I placed gentle kisses at the top of her head. I would be taking in her beautiful scent and whispering words that I know make her blush.

These thoughts brought out fresh tears on my eyes not realizing that I was not alone in the room.

A gentle touch on my back woke me from my thoughts and I turned around to find Ella's mother staring at me with pity in her eyes. I took in her pity and she opened her arms to hug me. I hesitated for a second, but then gave in and hugged her knowing that she needed it more than I did.

“It's going to be alright Zayn,” she whispered, “i have faith that she will wake up.”

I pulled away from her hold and nodded giving her a weak smile. She gave my arm a gentle squeeze and then walked back to sit next to her husband and daughter.

I stayed by the window looking out and wondering when the day where I get to see her beautiful eyes again would come.


Hours later I watched as the day turned to night. I looked over at Ella there was still no change. She looked exactly the same. Pale and lifeless. I sighed and then looked out the window again.

“Sorry guys, but visiting hours are over,” a voice from behind me said.

I turned around to see find a sweet middle aged woman standing in the room. She has been Ella's nurse for the past two weeks and every time she looks at me I feel like she is going to cry.

“Well I guess it's time for us to go now,” Ella's father said.

“Will you be staying the night again, Zayn?” Her mother asked.

I looked over at the nurse hoping she would let me stay. I know that they were not allowed to let me stay, but every time the nurse looks at me I know she feels bad about saying no and she has been letting me stay ever since Ella went into coma.

“Don't worry you can stay,” she said, “I already talked to the doctor about you staying and he said you are allowed to stay as many days as you want.”

I gave her a weak smile and thanked her. She walked away leaving Ella's family and I alone.

“Zayn get some shut eyes you need it,” her father said.

“And some food too,” her mother said, “i know you haven't been eating anything since Ella arrived and I don't think you want to end up on a hospital as well.”

“I will,” I said to both of them.

They both said their goodbyes; her brothers high-fived me and walked out.

I grabbed a chair and sat close to Ella. I watched her as she slept and hoped that she would open here eyes at any moment now.

The nurse walked startling me and said, “Sorry, but would you like some blankets.”

“That would be nice thank you,” I answered.

She smiled and walked away to come back with a blanket and a pillow a couple minutes later.

“She is going to wake up you know,” she said.

“How do you know?” I asked.

“Have you been outside of this hospital lately?” she asked.

“Not really,” I though about it for a second and realized that I haven't gone outside ever since I fist arrived, “actually not at all.”

“Well you should. There are fans everywhere praying for her. They come every day and stand outside with candles and posters hoping she will wake up. Whenever your band mates come by they don't mob the or even go near them they just hold up their signs and stand there in silence. I've never seen anyone have so many people rooting for them to wake up from their coma. A lot of patients here have family members who simply give up on them and we have to shut them down. Just don't give up on her. Your fans believe she can make it, so don't lose hope.”

I couldn't believe what she was telling me. I had no idea that the fans were out here hoping Ella would wake up. I just thought it was me and her family the ones who wanted her to open her eyes.

The nurse smiled and walked out of the room leaving me alone with Ella.

“You hear that baby,” I whispered taking her hand in mine, “we all want you to wake up. All of us.”

I sighed then took out my phone to check on twitter something I normally don't do. I usually avoid it because there are some fans out there that don't have a lot of nice things to say, but after what I was just told I wanted to go on and check out what the fans were up to.

I opened the twitter app and began to read:


@1dforever: #WakeUpElla Zayn loves you please wake up


@mrsmalik_04: we all love you please wake up. Do it for Zayn. #WakeUpElla


@payneale21: #WakeUpElla my prayers go out to you Ella. Please wake up.


@stylesglory19: Ella, girl you have to wake up. Zayn loves you too much for you to be sleeping all #WakeUpElla


@Mrshoran_21: Ella please wake up. I can only imagine what Zayn is going through #WakeUpElla


There were thousands of tweets like these and I tried to read every single one out loud to Ella, but they were all too many. I was so happy that everyone cared so much about Ella as much as I did.

I wrote a quick reply to some of the tweets and then tweeted : Read some of your tweets to Ella. Thank you for being here for her. Hoping she would wake up soon. Love you all #WakeUpElla #IloveYou :) xx

I put my phone away and reached over to place a gentle goodnight kiss on Ella's cheek. I sat back down on the chair wrapping the blanket around me and held Ella's hand as I drifted into sleep. 

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