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...


47. Chapter 47

A/N: Here it is the next chapter. i hope you all enjoy it.

Chapter 47


Zayn's POV

2 Weeks Later


It's now been four week since Ella's accident and it is now getting hard for me to function. I can't sleep and can't eat. I don't even remember when was the last time that I had seen the outside of this hospital. There could have been a war outside and I wouldn't have even realized it. The boys went back to England since we were basically done here in LA, but I refused to leave. I told management I was not going back until Ella woke up. They understood and said it was fine for me to stay.

The boys have been texting and calling me letting me know the latest on the band and I have been missing a lot of interviews, but non of that mattered right now. All I want is for Ella to open her eyes.

“Hey Zayn,” her mother said as she walked in bringing in some flowers.

“Hi,” I said giving her a fake smile. I don't remember what it was like to smile. The only person who has ever made me smile and make me feel happy was her and now she was asleep not wanting to wake up. Why wouldn't she wake up?

“I brought in some more flowers,” she said, “one of your fans gave it to me outside of the hospital.”

I nodded not leaving my sight off of Ella.

“How is she?” she asked.

“Same,” I sighed.

She walked over to Ella placing a kiss on her forehead, “come on baby, wake up”

We all wanted her to wake up. Why was she not waking up? Her mother smiled at me, but I didn't have the strength to even fake her a smile. I just looked at Ella and let a the tears shed. I took her hand in mine resting my head on the bed. I let the tears fall onto the bed not caring that her mother was in the room watching me break down. I just couldn't take it anymore. I want her to wake up. I wanted to hear her voice again. I kept blaming myself for everything that was happening to her and all I wanted was her to wake up and be healthy. I didn't care if she didn't want to talk to me anymore. I just wanted to know that she was awake and well. I hate seeing her lying in this hospital room looking so lifeless and pale.

I felt a soft touch on my back and I turned to find Ella's mom staring down at me.

“She is going to wake Zayn,” she said.

I took a deep breathe to try and control my breathing then spoke, “i just...i can't help but feel this is all my fault. If I would have gone after her and begged her to stay she wouldn't have been here/ heck if I wouldn't have messed up she still would have been there.”

Her mother knew everything that happened in Paris. I told her last week when we were sitting here alone with Ella watching her as she slept.

“Zayn,” she said, “this is not your fault. This was something that was just out of your control. We can sit here and blame ourselves for what happen because I too am to blame. I kept insisting her to go with you to Paris and if I wouldn't have insisted then maybe she would still be here awake with us. My point is Zayn this was no one's fault. If anything it was that drunk driver that passed that red light.”

I nodded not quite convinced that it wasn't my fault then looked back at Ella in her sleeping state.

“Hey guys,” a familiar voice said from the door way. I didn't bother to turn around knowing who it was.

“Hey Nicky,” Ella's mother greeted.

“How is she doing,” Nicolette asked.

“She is still the same,” he mother answered.

Nicolette sighed then walked over to Ella. She stood at the other side of the bed looking down at my Ella.

“Hi Zayn,” she said to me.

“Hey,” I answered not really wanting to talk to anyone. I know that Nicky was the one driving when the accident happened and as much as I want to blame her for what happen I know that I can't. This was all my fault. Nicky had a broken arm and a few bumps and bruises, but nothing severe like Ella. Ella had the most and worst impact since the truck hit her side of the car. Nicolette apologized to me so many times about this, but the whole time I was blaming myself.

Nicky brushed Ella's hair back with her unbroken hand, then leaned in to whisper how sorry she was for all of this.

“How's the arm, Nicky,” Ella's mom asked.

“It's fine,” she gave her a half smile, “the doctor said I can take it off in a few weeks. I am just hoping Ella wakes up before that happens. I don't want to heal before her.”

“She will,” her mother said and I could hear the hope in her voice.

They stayed here talking to each other for hours as I sat there watching Ella hoping for her to move at least a finger.

“Hey guys I am so sorry, but visiting hours are over.” The nurse said.

“Alright I guess that is our cue to go now,” Ella's mother said.

Nicky nodded and then they both stood up from the chairs that were place besides Ella's bed. They walked around her the bed to meet me and they both gave me a hug saying their goodbyes. My eyes never left Ella as they made their way out of the hospital room.

“Zayn,” Ella's mother called.

I turned around to face her and she had a worried expression on her face.

“Don't blame yourself for what happened. She is going to wake up and when she does I know she will forgive you. She loves you and I know you love her. Just take care of yourself Zayn. You need to get sleep and food in your system.”

I nodded then turned back to watch Ella.

I was left alone with Ella in this melancholy hospital room. I took her hand in mine feeling her touch. She was cold. I stood up to pull the blanket on her to keep her warm. I brushed her hair back off of her face then leaned in to kiss her cheek. The touch of her skin against my lips was beginning to grow foreign. I missed her kisses so much. I missed the sound of her voice. I missed the way her heartbeat would increase every time I touched her and the way she would lose control of her breathing whenever I would press up against her. I just wanted for her to be awake. Why wouldn't she wake up?

I caressed her cheek watching her so looking so peaceful besides the fact that she had a tube sticking out of her mouth to help her breathe. I hated watching her this way.

“Come on baby,” I whispered, “wake up.”

I hadn't realized that I was crying until I watched a tear fall on to Ella's cheek. Wiped the tears off my face with the back of my hand then kissed the tear away that laid on her cheek.

I walked back to my seat next to her bed and then held her hand in mine. I took a deep breathe then brought her hand up to meet my lips. I pressed her hand gently against my cheek feeling her touch against my skin. I never wanted to forget the way she felt against my skin. I broke down in tears remembering her beautiful eyes. This was all my fault.

“I am so sorry Ella,” I panted as the the tears fell out of me, “I never meant for any of this to happen to you. I never wanted Jasmine. I should have never gone near her. I love you so much, baby. This was all my fault. I should have never let you leave. I should have never gotten near her. I should have never even gone to Paris if I only would have known how things would have ended. This is all my fault, baby. I am so sorry. Please wake up. Please. I love you. Just open your eyes. I can't see myself living in this world without you. Please,” I placed a kiss on her hand once more, “baby I love you.”

The tears kept rolling out of my eyes as I felt this guilt ache my heart. I wouldn't be able to live with myself if Ella never woke up. I didn't care if she woke up just to yell at me and tell me that I was an asshole for letting Jasmine kiss me. I just wanted to know that she would wake up and be herself again. I wanted to see her live.

All I could feel is this guilt eating me from the inside out. My heart ached as I watched her sleeping looking lifeless. I felt empty without her being awake to yell at me. This emptiness was killing me. I need her to wake up. I need her to open her eyes. She has to wake up.

“Baby,” I cried, “Please wake up. I love you.”

I let go of her hand resting it on her lap then dropped my head onto the bed letting the tears fall out. I've cried so much since I got here and I was surprised I still had tears in me that wanted to escape. I stayed there crying letting this guilt and pain eat me and consume me. My breathing was uncontrollable, but I didn't care. It all just hurt so much. It hurt see her in this state. I couldn't take it anymore. I wanted her to wake up.

“I am so sorry, baby,” I cried.

I felt a soft touch fumble through the locks in my hair. My heart was beating fast and the tears kept rolling. I gently looked up wondering what this foreign touch on my head was only to find those two beautiful eyes I loved so much looking down at me. I shot up from my seat my heart beating faster and faster as I watched her bat her eyelashes.

“Ella,” I whispered.

She just kept staring at me looking dazed.

“Nurse!” I yelled in panic, “Nurse!”


I ran out of the room yelling for someone to come and check her out, “Nurse!”  

IMPORTANT PLEASE READ AN: Alright so i hope you all liked this chapter. So there is only two chapters left for this story and i am kinda of sad and happy that we made it this far. There will be a sequel to this, but it is not a Zayn fanfic it is a Harry fanfic. I already posted it so you all can save it in your library but i will not post the first chapter until this one is over. 

Again thanks for reading. Please comment :)xx

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