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...


49. Chapter 49 The End...

Chapter 49 The End


Ella's POV

“What?” I asked confused. I wasn't sure if I heard him correctly.

“I said will you marry me?” He repeated the question.

Alright so I heard right. Was he insane? How could he ask me to marry him? We hardly even know each other. There is still so much I want to know about him. I wasn't sure he even knew a lot about me either. We have spent only one summer together and half of that summer we have been either fighting or avoiding each other. There was no way I could marry him. Could I? I mean I was completely lost in love with him and I know that there is no one else out there that could make me feel as happy as he makes me feel.

“Are you serious?” I asked not knowing what to say at this point.

He kissed the corner of my lips before saying, “I am completely and madly in love with you Ella. I almost lost you in that accident and for a second I thought of taking my life because I am not sure how I can live without you. I can't see myself with anybody else but you. I love you and I want to spend the rest of my life with you.”

I was at loss of words. I loved him too and I could see the sincerity in his eyes as he said these beautiful words to me, but I wasn't ready to be married to someone. I want to marry him, but not now. It's too soon.

“Zayn,” I spoke slowly, “I love you so much. I can't possibly see me with anyone else but you. I am myself when I am with you and you make me the happiest girl in the world, but I am not sure we are ready to be married, yet.”

I could watch as sadness crossed his eyes. I didn't want to hurt him. I love him.

I cupped his face holding him in my hand. I gently stroke his cheek with my thumb and I watched as my gentle touch slowly diminished the sadness that he held in his eyes. I brought his face towards me and placed my lips against his. The kiss was soft and slow.

We both pulled apart and I whispered, “It's not a No, Zayn.”

His eyes shot open and before he could speak I placed another kiss on his lips.

“It's a maybe,” I whispered against his lips.

“Maybe?” He questioned his tone confused.

“Zayn if we are still together in a year or two and you still feel like you want to marry me, then I will marry you, but not now. It's too soon. We've only met this summer and as much as I love you and want to spend the rest of my days with you; I think it's too soon. Please don't hate me for turning you down now because I am not saying no. I am just saying not now, but someday yes. I will marry you someday.”

He sighed and stayed silent. I wasn't sure if he was mad. I didn't want to lose him and I was hoping he would understand what I was trying to say. I am not saying I don't want to marry him because I do.

“Are you mad?” I asked.

“No,” he answered.

He laid in bed not talking to me and I wasn't sure what to do.

“Zayn can you please talk to me,” I said.

“What do you want me to say,” he asked in a monotone voice.

“I don't know anything. I understand if you are mad at me and want nothing to do with me anymore. Just please say something,” as much as it would hurt if he wanted to leave me because I didn't want to marry him; I knew that it wasn't fair if he stayed when I couldn't give him what he wanted.

He sighed and then shifted his body so that he was hovering over me. My heart raced as I felt him so close to me.

“I am not mad Ella. I am,” he paused, “disappointed I guess. I love you and just because you said no it doesn't mean that we are over.”

“I didn't say no,” I corrected.

“I know,” he said, “will you do me a favor then?”

“Anything,” I answered without thinking.

He smiled kissing my lips before moving away from me and reaching down at the ground to retrieve his jeans that laid on the ground. I sat up trying to figure out what he was going to do. It wasn't until he came back to bed, the duvet still wrapped around his naked body, until I realized that he was holding a little velvet box in his hand. He had a ring.

“Is that...?” I began, but he answered my question before I asked it by opening the box.

“I bought it as soon as you woke up. You were still in the hospital and I just really wanted you to be with me forever Ella,” he said.

I couldn't help but let the tears escape my eyes. I was so happy with him. I wanted to be with him forever, but it was all too soon. I wanted things to go slower. Part of me just wants to say yes to him.

“Zayn,” I began, “I...I want to marry you.”

“What?” he asked in shock.

“I want to spend the rest of my life with you.” I said.

“Are you saying yes, Ella?” He asked.

I took his hands in mine with the tiny velvet box in our hands and said, “It was never a no, Zayn. I do want to spend the rest of my life with you, but let's not make any plans yet. Let's just see how it works out.”

He sighed then spoke, “Alright. I understand. We are going to take things slow, but can you just keep the ring. You don't have to wear it, but it just makes me feel better knowing that you have it with you. Take it as a symbol of our love. Not an engagement ring.”

I smiled and kissed his lips, “Yes. I can do that.”

I felt the soft duvet fall from my naked body making me feel his hot skin against mine. Our bodies slowly shifted so that he was on top of me. Our kiss became more intense and I felt my body arching to crave more of his touch.

His kisses began to trail down my neck and I felt his lips nibble onto my earlobe.

“Round two?” He whispered.

I laughed and ran my hands up and down his body indicating for him to continue. He let out a laugh and I could feel his chest rumbling against me. His kisses began to trail down my body making my heart race.



I woke up to an empty bed. Zayn was no where to be found and I couldn't help but feel lonely. I was so used to waking up to him every morning that waking up to an empty bed was just strange. I wondered what it would be like when he left. I knew he had to leave soon. He can't stay with me forever. Now if we were married it would be a lot different. What if that was one of the reasons he asked me to marry him? Maybe he didn't want to be apart from me and hoped that if I said yes we would be together.

I noticed a note on the pillow and picked it up to read it.


Morning babe. I am hoping to be back before you wake up, but if I am not there is breakfast ready on the table. I am out for a video chat meeting with the band. I love you.

Your maybe future husband,

Zayn :) xx

I smiled at the last part. The sound of Zayn being my husband did appeal me. I just didn't see myself being married, yet. I pushed all thoughts away and got up from the bed. I quickly got dressed and walked to the kitchen. I found some oatmeal and french toast nicely set up on the table. There was a rose placed on the table with a note.

What was it with him and notes today. I picked up the note and read: Don't forget to take the medicine that the doctor prescribed.

I rolled my eyes and took the two pills that were placed next to the note on a napkin. Even when he wasn't here he still managed to annoy me with his over protectiveness. I had to admit it felt nice to know someone cared.

I sat down and began to the breakfast that he set up for me.

When I finished my breakfast I began to pick up my plate and wash the dishes I had used.

“Babe. What are you doing?” I heard Zayn's voice from behind me.

I turned around and answered, “washing dishes.”

“I can do that later just leave it there. I still don't think you should be doing so much,” he said pulling me away from the sink.

I laughed and said, “Zayn we had sex twice last nice. I think I can wash some simply dishes.”

He smirked taking my hand in his then said, “So what you are saying is that you want to go for round three.”

I laughed and playfully pushed him away from me.

“No thank you. I think we should just watch a movie today,” I said.

He laughed, “Fine.”

I walked over to the living room and turned on the television. I looked through the collection of movies that Monica and I had trying to find one to watch. I suddenly felt a shift in the room. Zayn was extremely quiet and I could feel the atmosphere change. I turned around and Zayn was sitting on the couch. He was looking up at the ceiling with his head thrown back against the couch. I was talking to him about what movie to watch, but his mind seemed to be somewhere else.

“Zayn,” I called.

He looked over at me as I woke him from his thoughts.

I walked over to him and sat on his lap, “What's wrong?”

He sighed then whispered, “We need to talk.”

These four words made my heart ache. Maybe he changed his mind and doesn't want to be with me anymore. Maybe he wants someone who wants to marry him now. This is making me really nervous.

“What's going on, Zayn?” I asked nervously.

“I had a meeting with the band and management today,” he began, “and apparently work is piling up for me. They want me to fly out tomorrow.”

“Oh,” was all I managed to say.

I was relieved that he wasn't breaking up with me, but I was sad that he was leaving so soon. I thought I had at least another week with him.

I hadn't noticed that I wasn't talking and I was just staring at Zayn until he spoke, “can you please say something.”

“I..I don't know what to say Zayn. I knew this day would come. I just wish I had more time with you,” I spoke.

He cupped my face in his hands and pressed his forehead against mine. His lips were so close to mine and soon he leaned in closer so that our lips were meeting. He kissed me softly and tenderly. It was slow and I savored every moment that our lips touched.

When we pulled away we stood there motionless and in silence.

“Marry me now, Ella and we can always be together,” he whispered against my lips.

“Is that why you asked me to marry you?” I asked.

“Part of it, Yes, but mostly because I know I can't live without you. I love you Ella.” He lingered those last words on my lips.

“I love you,” I said to him and he leaned in to plant another kiss.

“Then marry me,” he said.

“I will,” I said, “in the future.”

He sighed then repeated, “In the future.

We spent the rest of the day talking, playing games, and watching a few movies. I fell asleep in his arms as we watched one of the movies that Zayn had picked. I felt a light wet kiss on my forehead making my eyes flutter open.

“Let's go to bed babe,” he whispered.

I groaned and nuzzled into his chest. This was my last night with him and I didn't want to move from his arms.

I felt him move underneath me and he stood up from the couch leaving me laying there by myself. I groaned and stretched out my arms calling him to come to me. I felt like a little kid crying to be held by her father. I heard him chuckle under his breathe and then in one swift move he picked me up bridal style. I wrapped my arms around his neck and nuzzled my head between his neck.

I took in a deep breathe feeling my lungs with his beautiful scent. I was going to miss this mixture of cigarettes and soap smell that radiated from his body. I was going to miss the sound of the beat of his heart.

Thinking about all the things I was going to miss made the tears escape my eyes. I felt Zayn set me down gently on the bed and his gentle touch pushed my hair back off my face.

“What's wrong baby?” He asked concerned.

I took in a deep breathe and whispered, “I don't want this to be our last night together.”

“It won't be,” he said, “We will have more of these nights. I promise you.”

I nodded not sure if I was convinced that we would have any more nights together. He kissed my tears away and then crawled into bed with me holding me in his arms. I draped my arm around him holding him close to me.

We laid there in silence letting nothing but the beat of our hearts lull us to sleep.



Zayn's alarm clock woke me up. I didn't want to open my eyes knowing that if I did it would mean it was time to say goodbye to him.

“Babe,” Zayn whispered trying to get me to open my eyes. I was awake, but I was afraid of opening my eyes. I just wanted one more minute. One more minute to have him this close to me.

“Ella. Baby. We have to get up now,” he said.

I felt the tears escape my eyes. I didn't want to get up. I wasn't ready to say goodbye. My heart ached just thinking about being away from him.

I felt Zayn's arms wrap around me and he brought me close to his chest. I clenched onto his t shirt burying my face onto his chest. I was sobbing now and I wasn't sure what to do. I didn't want him to leave. I knew he had to leave and I couldn't keep him from his career, but I wanted him all too myself. I just couldn't bare the thought of having him away from me. I loved him too much. What if he left and forgot about me? What if he found someone else? What if he stopped loving me? I didn't want lose him.

“Baby please don't cry. This is harder than you think. I promise you that I will be back as soon as I can,” he whispered.

“I don't want to be away from you,” I said.

He pulled me away from him and said, “Come with me.”


“Come with me, Ella. At least for a couple weeks until you have to start school again. Please it'll give us more time to spend together,” he said.

I processed what he was saying to me. He wanted me to go to England with him.

“Yes,” I said without thinking.

“What?” He asked surprised.

“I will go with you Zayn,” I said wiping the tears off my face.

Zayn smiled a wide pearly smile then pulled me in to kiss me.

“I love you, baby,” he whispered.

“And I love you,” I whispered back.


I used to believe that happy endings were only meant to be in fairy tales and those books I was so prone to read, but after meeting Zayn I learned that there is no such thing as happy endings. Not even in fairy tales. There is only happy beginnings. In every fairy tale I've read and every book I've the girl always ends up getting the guy. They fall in love and end up together, but they never tell you what happens after that. The story just ends, but not with Zayn I got the guy and I don't want this to end. I want this to be our happy beginning. I want us to live it out and be happy together.

Now, here I was sitting next to this beautiful man and ready to fly out to England with him, place I only dreamed of going to. Most girls would think I am crazy for leaving with him, but I didn't care what anybody thought. I was in love. In love with this bad boy thief of hearts, but to me he is no thief. I gave him my heart. I gave him all of me and he gave me all of him.

I was ready for this beginning with him because I completely and inevitably in love with Zayn Malik, my bad boy.

Zayn squeezed my hand and looked over at me. I looked up at him and smiled.

“Ready?” He asked.

“Always,” I answered.

I felt the plane move and soon we took off ready to start this adventure with the man I love. My bad boy thief of hearts.



*****Hey everyone so I will post the epilogue later on and then after that will be the Harry fanfic. It is called "Broken" I am really hoping you will like it. Thank you all for sticking with me through this story. it was my first fanfic and it really means a lot that you all enjoyed it.

Thank you. Love you. :) xx



























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