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...


5. Chapter 5

 Chapter 5

I woke up with a pounding in my head and the bright light in the room stunned me causing me to close my eyes. After having that talk with Zayn I couldn't stop thinking about how I wouldn't be able to get to know him better and that made my heart ache. The thought of him being away was something I didn't think I could handle. I convinced a guy at the bar to buy me some drinks because I didn't want to continue the night sober and conscious that he will be leaving me. The last thing I remembered was dancing with Louis while this guy I met handed me another drink.

I slowly open my eyes again and I realize that I am not in my room. OH GOD! What did I do last night? Where am I?

I look around and notice my clothes on the ground. I look under the covers and I was wear and oversize t-shirt and luckily I was still wearing my underwear. Where am I? Whose t shirt is this? I get up quickly put on my clothes trying not to bump into whoever was in this room with me. I hear the door knob turn and I panic quickly trying to put on my jeans. I hear the door open and I face the wall way from the room entry. I can feel a stare on me and I too scared to turn around and find out who was the mystery guy that let me wear his t shirt and sleep on his bed. Did we sleep together? I close my eyes and take a deep breathe preparing myself to face whoever I spent the night with when I hear, “What are you doing?”

I know this voice.

I turn around and find Zayn standing in front of me. I sigh in relief because I didn't spend the night with a total stranger even though Zayn was sort of a stranger. Oh no! What if we slept together? Oh no! I don't want this to happen to me. Not again. I don't want to have sex. Not after John. I start to panic and my heart beats faster afraid of the things I could have done last night. I feel my knees weak and I collapse on the bed next to me trying to ease my breathing.

“Are you alright?” Zayn says.

My breathing grew heavier and I could feel the tears trying to escape my eyes. How can I let this happen? I didn't want to sleep with Zayn. I wasn't ready. I needed time. I hardly even know him, but I do know that he stirs things in me that make me smile and feel warm. That doesn't mean I am ready for sex. I still held the scars from the last time I had sex. NO. NO. Why?

Zayn walked towards me and sat beside me. He put his arm around me trying to comfort me, but I quickly got up and tried to avoid his touch.

He looked at me confused and said, “are you OK?”

I shook my head and stared down at my feet trying to avoid his stare.

“Do you feel OK? Do you need a doctor?”

I look up at him confused. Why do I need a doctor?

“Zayn,” I finally said, “what happen last night.”

He smiled and said, “ it was a pretty crazy night and a fun one too. I enjoyed it very much. I felt closer to you.”

My eyes shot open and I said, “Did we...”

He stared at me his expression baffled.

“Did we...” I couldn't even say it, “you know.”

“No I don't know,” he said. I can tell he really did not know because he looked very confused.

“Oh god,” I can't believe he is making me say it, “Did we sleep together.”

“Of course,” he said, “their is only one bed.”

I stared at shocked.

“Wait,” he says, “you mean like sleep together? Like together?”

I nod.

“Oh god no!” He says and the way he said it sort of hurt me. It was almost as if he didn't want to sleep with me.

“Don't get me wrong,” he continued, “you are very attractive, love, but I would never take advantage of you especially at your state last night.”

“I am confused. How did I end up here? Why was I wearing you t shirt? Where are my friends?”

“I can explain all of that. Well, you were really drunk last night and so were your friends. Monica left with a guy named Danny. I think it was her boyfriend. Janell and Rosalie left with Louis and Harry. They were talking something about bowling. Liam and Niall came back to the hotel because they were tired. You. You were drunk and alone and talking to some strange man who did not look so friendly.”

“Why didn't you just take me home?”

“I tried, but you begged me not to. You looked so lost and vulnerable. I couldn't leave you alone.”

His words warmed my heart and made the butterflies in my stomach go crazy that I felt they were going to flutter their way out. Oh no those were not butterflies that was last nights dinner. I quickly rush to the nearest trash can and feel the throw up burning my throat. Seconds later I feel Zayn's hands pulling my hair back and I felt the butterflies stir once more causing me to throw up again.

I sudden;y start to remember everything that happen last night.


* * *

“Come on, love. Let's get you home.” Zayn said pulling on my arm.

I pull away with my lazy arm ans say,”I don't wanna go home”

“Come on you are not well you need to get home,” he insisted and managed to get me into my car.

I rested my head on the headrest of the car and waited for Zayn to get into the driver seat. I stare at him sleepily and his brown beautiful make me smile. Then I remembered that he was leaving and that I would no longer see those beautiful eyes and the worst part was that I would never find out the reason for the sadness in his eyes. The thought of not getting to know him better made me mad and all I wanted to do was yell at him for ever coming to my life.

“I hate you,” I said.

“Pardon.” He said confused.

“Let's go eat.” I said excited.

He laughed and said, “what do you want to eat?”

I thought about his question and then said, “No thank you I am not hungry.”

He laughed again and said, “Let's get you home.”

“No,” I said, “ I don't want to go home. I want to dance.”

“We have to get you home. You are not well,” he said and drove me home.

He parked outside my apartment and said,”come on let's get you inside.”

I stretched out my hand to touch his cheek and said, “Don't leave me.”

His chocolate eyes filled with sadness stared into mine and I smile at him. He smiled back and I said, “please.”

He smiled and closed his eyes then clench down on the steering wheel. I could see the frustration on his face.

“Please,” I begged.

He turned on the car and drove away from my apartment. When we arrived at his hotel I was suddenly happy and giddy. I was laughing and he kept telling me to be quiet because we were going to get in trouble.

I laughed and mocked him. He smiled and said, “You are funny when you are drunk.”

“I am not drunk.”

In the hotel room he handed me a t shirt and some sweatpants and he escorted me to the bathroom. “You can change in there,” he said.

I took off my jeans and t shirt them stumbled into the t shirt laughing and when I tried to put on the sweatpants I through them into the toilet. I laughed and went out of the bathroom wearing the t shirt and my panties.

I laughed at Zayn's shocked expression when he saw me and said, “i had an accident, but I am comfortable this way.”

He bit his bottom lip then shook his head. I shrugged and got into the bed. I snuggled hugging the pillow and waited for Zayn to say something.

“Do you mind if I sleep on the bed with you,” he finally said.

“No, go ahead.” I smiled.

He got into bed with me and stuck to his side not touching me at all. I rolled over to face him and I stared into his eyes.

“Please don't leave,” I said.

He looked at me and said, “ I have to.”

I felt the tear stream down my face and he crossed his side of the bed and wiped the tear off my cheek with his thumb.

“I hate you,” I said and closed my eyes falling into a deep sleep.


* * * * *

I stood up away from the trash can and went into the bathroom to rinse my mouth. When I came out of the bathroom Zayn was sitting on the bed with a thoughtful expression.

“Look, I sort pf remember last night and I am sorry.” I said embarrassed.

He smiled and said, “It was fun.”

I rolled my eyes and said, “Can I have my keys. I want to go home.”

He frowned and pointed to the bedside table where my keys were. I quickly grab my keys and put on my shoes. I didn't want to be here with him knowing he was going to leave. I hated him for making me feel this way and for making me forget about my books and hide under all the alcohol. Why did he come in to my life? Why was he making me feel this way? I don't understand what he does to me every time he looks at me. I hardly even knew him. How can someone I hardly even know make me feel like this?

I start to walk towards the door when I feel a tight grip on my arm making me turn around. I look up at Zayn's eyes and say, “Why are you doing this?”

“I don't understand what you are talking about?”

“You make this so hard. I am trying to walk away from you and this life.”

“Why? I thought we were friends.” he said.

I close my eyes and realize that to him I am only a friend, but I want more. I am not sure why, but he makes me feel like I am special. I can't explain these feelings I have towards him. When he leaves; I will only be a friend that he can come back and visit, but to me he will be the guy that changed every feeling inside of me. All that fear I had of letting someone get to my heart was gone. He replaced that fear with hatred. I hated him for getting though the books and walls I have put up to let any guy in.

“Yeah we are friends,” I said.

“Look I know what you want and I am sorry but I don't think we can ever have that sort of relationship. I hardly even know you.”

“That is my point.” I said, “We hardly know each other and I wish we could get to know each other better.” I close my eyes in frustration and start to make my way towards the door again.

“Ella,” he called after me.

I stopped at the door and sighed not looking back at him.

“I want you to come to the airport today and say goodbye,” he said.

I took a deep breathe and turned around to look at him.

“I need my friend to be there,” he said.

His friend. I was his friend and I know that I would only be that to him because he doesn't think we can ever get to know each other in order to be more than friends. I don't want to be just his friend I wanted to more because I want to know what it is like to let him into my heart. I want to know what it feels like to be more than friends. I wanted to get to know him better and I am willing to get to know him even though he thinks we can only be friends.

I smiled at him and said, “I will be there, Zayn.”


* * * *

I was in my bedroom with the pounding in my head that wouldn't leave me alone and thinking about Zayn. The tears streamed down my face with the though of him leaving and him not wanting to get to know each other. I don't understand how I let this happen. I liked Zayn as more than just a friend and I hardly even knew him. All I know is that he is the first guy that has ever made me feel anything for a boy since John. Only these feelings for Zayn felt new and alien to me. Every touch and every stare made me feel warm inside and I knew that this feeling was a good reason for me to get to know him better and possible be more than just a friend to him.

Monica walked in my room and I quickly try to wipe my tears and fix my hair so that it doesn't look like I’ve been crying. She stands by the door staring at me suspiciously.

“Why are you crying?” She asked raising and eyebrow.

“I wasn't crying.” I lie.

“Yes you were. I can here you from the living room and I can tell because your eyes are all puffed and your nose is red.”

I look down at my hands.

She walks towards me and sits next to me on the bed. She puts her arm around me to comfort me and says, “if you don't want to tell me it's fine, but please let me know if I can help. I hate to see you sad.”

I nod and say, “I don't know what is wrong with me. I really like him, Monica.”

She looks at me knowing that I was talking about Zayn and says, “I know and that's great.”

“No it isn't because he just wants to be friends. He doesn't want a girlfriend he just wants me to be his friend and he knows that I like him. He knows that I want to get to know him and maybe be more than friends. He knows it, but he just wants to be friends,” I say and realized I was crying again.

“Oh, Ella. I am so sorry. I think he is making a mistake because you will be a great girlfriend, but try not to rush anything. You just met him and know nothing about him. You've only known him for three days. Take things slow and maybe one day you both will know each other well enough to decide what you want to do.”

She was right. I am getting way too ahead of myself and I hardly even know him. I know nothing about him besides what I’ve seen on YouTube and TV, but I didn't know the real him. I had to take things slow and be his friend first before I want anything else to happen between us.

“Your right, Monica. I should just be his friend for now.” I said wiping the tears off my face.

She smiles at me and says, “Now let's go to the airport and say goodbye to him because he needs to know that he has a friend to visit when he comes to California.”


* * * *

The airport was full of fans and I wondered whether we would be able to go in and say goodbye to them. There was security everywhere and I was starting to think that maybe we would be confused by one of the fans and that it would be really hard to go in and say goodbye. We were standing among all the fans and they were starting to plan a way to get past security. These fans were some dedicated fans. How did they even know what time their flight was? I was already starting to give up because security wouldn't let Monica and I pass. We begged him and told him that we knew the guys, but he just shook his head and said that he had heard it all before. Then I heard some loud screaming coming from the fans and I immediately turned to the direction they were walking towards. They were here.

I try to push through all the fans to get to Zayn, but they were just too many. I could see the top of his head in the middle of the crowd and then all the girls started to push me back. All of them were trying to get a picture of them and all I wanted was to get to say goodbye to Zayn. My head was spinning with frustration and I could feel the tears building up in my eyes. I started to yell out his name hoping he would hear me though all this screaming and mob of girls, but he just kept his head down ignoring the shouting. He looked sad and I wondered whether it was because he thought I wasn't going to come say goodbye.

“Ella. Why don't you call him? You have his number right?” Monica suggested.

I nodded and quickly dialed his number.

“Ella,” he answered, “you're not coming?”

“Zayn, I am here” I said.

“Where?” he asked.

“I'm at the airport, but you have a bunch of girls here too and they just wont let me through and security isn't very nice either.”

“I'll find you.” He said.

“How?” I asked confused. Then the girls started to yell again and the screaming was louder through the phone.

“Zayn. Zayn.” I heard through the phone.

“Hi, girls. I am trying to get my friend, Ella. Do you mind finding her and letting her through,” he said, “Ella, they are going to let you get to me just make your way through the crowd.”

I smiled and said, “OK.”

“I'll wait in the car,” Monica said.

Then the fans started to call my name telling me to go through. I couldn't believe how many fans were here at the airport. They all opened a path to let me through and at the end of the path my eyes met two beautiful brown eyes. I smiled at the sight of them and started to walk faster towards them.

“Hi,” I said when I reached him.

“Hello, there.” He said in his beautiful accent, “Thank you girls. You truly are the best fans in the world,” he said addressing the fans. He then signed a few autographs and took a few pictures and then said goodbye to them because his flight was soon going to leave.

I walked with him to the terminal along with the other boys. Every step I took I knew that I was getting closer to the end. I can feel the knot in my throat forming up and I swallowed to fight back the tears. I know we can make this work something tells me that we can be together if we give it a try, but Zayn doesn't believe that. He doesn't think we can work things out and get to know each other. He just wants to be friends, but I am willing to live with that because no matter what being his friend is better than not being anything at all.

We get to the terminal and the first one to say goodbye was Louis.

“Goodbye, Ella,” he says hugging me a little too dramatic, “ oh you smell like strawberries.”

I laugh and say, “Goodbye Louis.”

Niall is next and says, “It was nice meeting you and thanks to Louis now I am craving strawberries.”

I smile and say goodbye.

“It was a pleasure, Ella. Wish we could have gotten to know each other more. Hoping this won't be the last time we meet,” Liam says and gives me a friendly hug.

“I hope so too.” I say.

Harry gives me a hug and says, “It was nice meeting you, Ella. I hope you stay friends with Zayn.”

I nod in agreement and he walks away with a mischievous smile on his face.

I take a deep breathe and look at Zayn preparing myself for the moment I was dreading the most.

Zayn stands in front of close enough for me to feel his heart beat. He looks into my eyes and I can see the sadness in his eyes. I open my mouth to speak, but he interrupts me with a hug.

“I am glad I ran into you at the beach,” he said pulling away.

“So am I,” I said.

“Now I have a friend in Los Angeles that can give me tours,” he said with a crooked smile.

I smile and say, “Zayn, I really want to get to know you better and i---”

“I know, Ella, but it is hard when we live worlds apart,” he said interrupting me.

I close my eyes to hide the pain and say, “I understand.”

“Goodbye, Ella.” He said and leaned in to kiss my cheek.

I nod not saying anything and watch him walk away. Once he is out of sight I start to feel the tears run down my cheek washing away that kiss that lingered on my cheek. How is it possible that he can make me feel so vulnerable? I felt so alone now that he was gone. He was the first guy that ever noticed me and wanted my friendship and now he was gone. He promised to call and text me, but I know that won't happen. I know that this is the end because he is a busy pop star with a full schedule and I was no where in his schedule. I am so stupid for thinking that we can ever be more than friends. I know that he will hardly have time to even be my friend. There was now way this is going to work. This was a definite goodbye.

I walk out of the airport and there are still a few fans standing outside. Why are they still here? They are gone. Zayn is gone.

“You are the girl that Zayn said to help,” a ginger girl says to me.

I look at her with a blank expression on my face and say, “Yea.”

“Are you his girlfriend?” She asks.

Her question catches me off guard and I start to feel the knot in my throat again. I swallow and manage to say, “No. We are just friends.”

“Oh, that's cool.” She says.

I shrug and walk away. Zayn and I were just friends. I think. Maybe after this I would never see him again. Maybe we would become strangers to each other after today. He has millions of girls he meets just like me. Maybe I was a fling that he didn't get to finish and he will find himself another girl in another city or state that would be way better than me. I know in my heart that this is the end for us.

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