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...


48. Chapter 48

Chapter 48


Ella's POV

“Can you tell me your name?” the nurse asked.

“Ella Marie Scott,” I answered.

She was doing basic check ups to make that I don't have any memory loss. I wish I had memory loss. I remember everything. When I heard Zayn's voice as I slept, 'coma' is what the doctor called it, all the memories of us together came back in flashes. From the day I met him when I bumped into him at the beach to the day I saw him perform for the first time. The memory of the day I was in hotel and he asked me to leave causing me to get mobbed by paparazzi was still fresh in my head. All memories of our kisses and my first time with him was there in my mind. Even the memory of him kissing Jasmine in Paris. Everything was still there. I wish that I could forget about him and Jasmine, but no it was there fresh in my mind.

But when I heard Zayn talk I could hear his pain in his voice. I listened to him as he cried and asked me for forgiveness all I wanted to do was hug him and tell him I forgave him. I wanted to tell him that the accident was not his fault. All I wanted to do was hold him and comfort him, but I was lying here not able to move. I somehow found the strength in me to move and open up my eyes. The first thing I did was touch him. I wanted to feel him. I moved my hand and fumbled it through his hair as he cried. I saw how startled he was to see I was awake and I wanted to talk to him and tell him I love him, but I was parched. That is when he began to yell out for the nurse and they asked him to step outside while they did this basic check up on me.

“Alright Ella seems like everything is fine with you,” the nurse said.

I watched as she took some notes on her clipboard and I was beginning to grow very anxious. I wanted to see Zayn. I missed him terribly.

“Alright so I am all done here and I'll tell your husband to come in and see you now,” she said.

“My what?” I asked.

“You're husband. I'm sorry I am new here the nurse that usually takes care of you didn't tell me if he was your husband or not I just assumed he was since he has spent day and night here,” she said.

“Oh,” was all I could say. I moved trying to sit up, but my head began to pounce so I decided against it.

“Do you want me to let him in,” she asked.

“Yes please,” I said.

She smiled and then walked out of the room. I began to look around trying to get myself familiarized with my surroundings. My eyes grew wide when a clock on the wall read two. I looked out the window it was still dark out which meant it was two in the morning. I was not tired at all. I was just sore.

“Hey,” a familiar voice cause my head to jerk towards the door where the nurse had exited from. It was Zayn.

He looked different. He hadn't shaved and he had heavy bags under his eyes. His hair was messy and not in his usual up do that I love. He looked skinnier too. He looked pale and just not healthy. His appearance sadden me. I just laid there staring at him with this sad expression on my face. Why did he look so sick? I thought I was the one in the hospital. Not him.

“I am so sorry Ella. I really am,” he began to speak, “I never meant for any of this to happen. I didn't kiss her. I didn't. She kissed me and I pushed her off. I really did. I love you. I don't want anyone else, but you. I thought I lost you when I heard about the accident and I wouldn't be able to live with myself if you were really gone. I still am not able to live with myself knowing that you are even in here. I am so sorry. I don't expect you to forgive me and for you to take me back. I am just glad you are awake now. OK I am going to go now.”

His words were rushed and I watched as he turned around making his way out the door, but I wasn't ready to let him go.

“Zayn,” I called after him.

He slowly turned almost as if he was afraid of what I was about to say next. He stood by the door turning his gaze down to the ground avoiding my stare.

“I love you,” I said softly.

“What?” he asked in disbelief.

“Zayn it hurts that Jasmine and you kissed, but I believe you,” I said and slowly tried to sit up so that my back was against the headboard of the bed, “I believe that you love me and that you would never intentionally hurt me. I didn't believe it at first it's just too hard for me to believe that an amazing guy like you would love a simple girl like me, but after hearing you cry over me and even the way you just look at me; I can tell that you really do love me. I always knew that you did, but I was just scared I guess. I was scared that you would play me like those other girls. I love you Zayn and that scares me the most because I've never felt anything like this for anyone.”

Zayn took a few steps forward and I could tell he wanted to give me some space. I took a deep breathe waiting for him to say something, but he just stood there staring at me. He opened his mouth then closed it almost as if he was trying to find the right words to say.

“Say something,” I said.

He took a deep breathe then ran his fingers through his messy hair before saying, “I am afraid of saying the wrong thing.”

I laughed shocking myself. It sounded strange to hear myself laugh.

“I love that sound,” he said making his way over to me. He sat down on the bed next to me and I began to fell my heart race. He stared at me. His brown golden orbs stared right into my eyes making me feel warm inside. It was hard for me to not smile. It felt like it had been years since I last saw him and since he last looked at me this way.

“What sound?” I ask.

“Your laugh,” he answered caressing my cheek with the back of his hand.

I smiled at him and closed my eyes feeling his skin against mine.

“Kiss me,” I whispered.

“What,” he asked with a bit of shock in his voice.

I opened my eyes and took his hand into mine. I brought his hand up close to my lips making his fingertips brush against my lips lightly.

“Kiss me,” I said again.

His lips then crashed into mine making my heart race. His lips were soft and tender. It felt strange to be kissing him. It felt like it had been ages since I last felt his lips on mine, but I was enjoying every second of this tender kiss. It reminded me of the first time my lips ever met his. The taste of his lips filled my mouth making me moan. It was and exotic feeling that I got every time our lips met. I felt my breathing lose control and my heart began to race. I wanted to move closer to him and feel him against me, but I was still a bit sore from the accident. My head began to spin and I was feeling a bit dizzy, but I didn't want to break our kiss. I missed him way too much. I never want to let go of him ever again. I wanted him. I wanted all of him.

He pulled away and looked into my eyes, “are you alright?”

“I'm fine,” I said.

“I know you well enough to know when you are lying, Ella. Your kiss began to slow down and your body is a bit tense. So I am going to ask you again. Are you alright?” He asked.

I blushed then answered, “I just really want to be with you and for you to make me yours right on this hospital bed, but I am tired and a bit dizzy.”

I can't believe I actually said that. I felt my cheeks grow warm with embarrassment.

I thought he would laugh and say something to tease me, but instead he kissed my cheek then sat on the chair that was placed next to my bed.

“I think you should rest, babe,” he said.

I smiled at the sound of him calling me babe and then fixed myself to ,ay back down.

“Why are you smiling?” He asked.

“I missed the sound of you calling me babe,” I said. My heart fluttered as I watched his smile and his eyes gleamed with happiness.

“Well babe. Go to sleep. You need rest. Just make sure to wake up in the morning,” he said.

I nodded and then closed my eyes trying to fall asleep, but I couldn't.

“Zayn,” I called.

“Yes,” he answered and I could tell he was tired.

“Can you lay with me. I can't sleep.” I said.

“I don't want to hurt you,” he said his tone serious.

“You won't. I just want you next to me,” I said and began to scoot to the side making him a space for him to lay.

He then laid next to me trying not to hurt or move the IV that was connected to me. I wrapped my arm around him and rested my head on his chest. I could feel the beat of his heart against me making my heart flutter. I took a deep breathe taking in his scent and closed my eyes as the beat of his heart began to lull me to sleep.

“I love you,” I whispered.

“I love you,” he said then placed a light kiss at the top of my head.


Two weeks later...


“Zayn,” I said annoyed, “I am fine. I think I can carry my own bowl of cereal to the table.”

I left the hospital about a week ago and Zayn was still here taking care of me. I am not complaining because I love having to sleep next to him every night and waking up to him every morning, but it was pretty annoying when he didn't let me even carry my own bowl of cereal to the table.

“I like taking care of you,” he said placing my bowl on the table.

I rolled my eyes and said, “I like you taking care of me too, but I am fine now. I am perfectly fine actually.”

He sat down across the table and watched me as I began to eat my cereal. He was being extra attentive and as much as I loved him it was sort of annoying. Not even my mother has been that attentive and she has been stopping by almost everyday just to make sure I am alright. I assured her that I was fine and that she didn't have to stop by. I mean with Zayn lurking around it is hard not to be alright.

I heard him talk to Liam the other day about going back to London, but he refuses to leave. I don't want him to leave me, but I know I can't keep him here with me. He has a job to do and I have to go back to school soon. It's hard to think of him leaving because we have spent almost all summer together. The thought of me even going back to school sounds so strange to me. I wish we can just stay locked up together in this apartment. The thought of him leaving saddens me.

“What's wrong?” he asks.

“Nothing,” I say and picked up my bowl to put it in the sink.

I began to start washing it when I suddenly felt a pair of arms wrap around my waist. His hands grabbed my wrists making me drop the sponge and spoon onto the sink. He lightly pulls me making me turn around to face him. I could feel his hot breathe against my skin making the goosebumps grown on my skin.

He lightly pecked my lips then asked me again, “What's wrong, Ella?”

I closed my eyes wrapping my arms around him and wresting my head on his chest. I then looked up at him and my lips met the crook of his neck.

“I don't want you to leave me,” I whispered.

I felt him tense up underneath me at the sound of my words and he pulled me away from him so that his eyes were meeting mine.

“I am not leaving you. I love you, Ella.” He said.

“But you have to go back to London,” I said a bit confused.

“I know, but that doesn't mean that we can't be together anymore. I will come back during my breaks and you can come to London too. I will call you, text you, email you, or Skype. It doesn't matter what I do, but I will always be with you.”

I smile at him then plant a light kiss on his lips. His tongue brushed along my bottom lip making me moan and he took advantage to slip his tongue inside. The exotic way his tongue explored the inside of my mouth made my whole body burn with lust. I wanted him. My body pressed closer against his and I let my hands travel down to the waist band of his jeans to let him know what I wanted.

He then pulled away and looked at me confused.

“Please,” I begged.

“Are you sure you are well enough to do this?” He asked.

I nodded.

“I don't know Ella,” he said unsure.

“Zayn. Come on. I know you want to, too.” I said. I couldn't believe I was actually trying to convince my boyfriend to have sex with me.

He laughed and I stood there pouting. Then in one swift move he lift me up bridal style making me squeal then made his way to the bedroom.


Zayn's POV

I lightly placed her on the bed and watched her as she looked at me with hungry eyes. I hovered over her resting my hands on either side of her to keep my weight off of her. My lips met hers and she began to kiss me hungrily. I smiled under the kiss surprised that she was reacting this way. I found out it quite amusing. Her hands began to fumble with the hem of my t shirt and she began to pull it up. I broke our kiss and sat up to help her remove my t shirt.

She watched me biting her bottom lip. She looked so beautiful even with the few cuts on her face from the accident. A constant reminder of when I almost lost her forever. I frowned then moved closer to her and kissed her cheek. She giggled then playfully pushed me off and began to take her shirt off. The sight of her in that black lace bra made my heart race.

Dam she was beautiful.

She playfully pointed her finger at me then moved it motioning me to come closer to her. I smiled amused by her actions, but moved closer to her placing my lips right below her neck.

I felt her body shiver as I ran my fingers along her skin. My lips continued to trail kisses along her neck. I began to suck on her skin and bite making sure to leave a mark. I loved leaving those tiny marks on her knowing that it would be a reminder of our night together. She moaned and the sound was angelic making me thrust my hips against her.

Her hands began to travel down my body and I felt her soft fingers along the waist band of my jeans. She unbutton them with no struggle at all and I kicked them off throwing them on the ground.

I let my hand travel on her body and I groped her breast as I kissed her lips. I then swiftly moved her so that she was now hovering on top of me and began to take he shorts off. She threw them across the room and the sight of her straddling on top of me made me want her so much. She ran her hands across my chest making my skin burn with pleasure with her touch. She thrusted her hips against me as her lips met mine. My hands wrapped around her and I unclasp her bra. I felt her bare chest against mine and she moaned against my lips. My hands traveled down her back and I slipped them into her panties. I could feel her thrust against me and I could tell that the contact of our skin brought as much pleasure to her as it brought me.

Her panties were soon off leaving her naked and straddling me. She was so beautiful. I moved her down onto the bed again so that I was over her and I took my boxers off. I began to trail kisses along her naked body wanting to kiss every inch of her. Her breathing began to hitch as my kisses trailed down her body. I spread her legs open then kissed the inside of her thigh. I could see her bare chest rise and fall as my lips met her skin. She placed her hand on my head her fingers interlocking with the locks of my hair. She lightly pulled them directing me to kiss her closer the her private area. I couldn't believe the way she was acting today, but I was enjoying and liking this side of her.

I placed my hand on her area and began to move my fingers along her. She was soaked.

“You're soaked baby,” I whispered.

She moaned as I began to move my fingers along her. Her legs were spread apart giving me more access to her. I then took my finger slowly placing it inside her and she moaned arching her back. Watching her brought such pleasure to me. I began to move my fingers in and out of her and she began to shiver underneath me. I didn't want her to come undone this way. I wanted to feel her. I took my fingers out of and she groaned at the loss of my touch. I smiled at her then reached over to open a condom packet. Once the condom was on I hovered over her placing a kiss on her lips, then buried myself into her.

She moaned out my name as I took her. Feeling her. Our bodies thrusted in unison. Both of us craving each other. Wanting each other. She arched her back off the bed and I felt her fingernails dig deep against my back. It was a painful pleasurable feeling.

“Zayn,” she moaned.

I placed my lips on her neck biting down lightly on her skin as I felt both of us become undone.

“I love you,” I whispered.

She kissed my cheek then whispered in my ear, “I love you.”

We laid in bed naked with nothing but the duvet covering us. I closed my eyes resting as she trailed lines along my chest. I never wanted to lose this. It was hard for me to think of being with anyone else but her.

“Ella,” I said.

“Yes,” she said looking up at me.

I shifted us so that she was laying besides me and I was hovering over her, “You know there is no one else for me out there, right?”

She smiled then said, “I don't think there is no one else out there for me either.”

“Ella,” I began, “Will you marry me?”

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