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...


8. Chapter 8

 Chapter 8

Today is the day. I can not believe that he is coming back and that I was going to get to see him. This was so amazing. After talking to him and texting him every day all week long I was finally going to see him. I felt a knot in my stomach as I stood at the airport waiting for his arrival. Monica, Janell and Rosalie stood by my side trying to calm me down, but I was just too excited to see him. Zayn and I have grown closer to each other since we have shared a lot with each other lately. I feel like he is a friend I can count on and I know that this friendship will last. I start to fidget as the time for the plane to arrive gets closer and Rosalie tries to calm me down. I couldn't calm down I just couldn't. I wanted to see him so bad. I haven't seen him in three weeks and the last time I saw him felt like it was a definite goodbye.

I started to remember last nights conversation with Zayn.

* * *

“Ella, are you going to come to the airport to greet me when I arrive,” Zayn asked speaking slowly because of how tired he was.

“Do you want me to?” I asked.

I heard him sigh, “I honestly can not wait to see you.”

My heart began to flutter at the sound of his words and I couldn't help myself but smile.

“Then I will be there,” I said.

“That is the only thing I am looking forward to. You have no idea how excited I am to go back to Los Angeles.” He said.

“I bet. I mean you are going to be on the radio and meet Ryan Secretest and let's not forget how all of this is because your song was voted number one on the radio.” I said. The reason why he was coming back was because the radio station was informed that One Direction's song was number one on the radio and they were going to be answering fan questions. I was suddenly very thankful that they had all of these supporting fans that got their song to number one. If it wasn't for that song Zayn would still be doing promos and signing in other states.

“Well yeah, but going back meant I got to see you. That is the best part.” He said.

“Zayn that is not the best part. Your song is number one on the radio! All your hard work got you this. That is the best part.” I said,

“Yea it is great and I am so happy, but the best part is I get to see you.” He said.

The smile on my face grew bigger and the butterflies in my stomach fluttered with excitement.

* * *

Janell took my hand in hers and said, “Breathe.”

I nodded and took a deep breathe. My stomach turned and twisted and my heart raced even faster. It was time. He was going to walk out of that plane and I was going to see him. I suddenly pictured a lovely encounter like the ones in the movies where the girl runs into the guys arms and she tells him she loves him and they make out. Of course that was not going to happen with Zayn and I, but I wished it did. I wish I was able to run to him when he arrived and kiss him passionately. I wanted to feel his lips on mine. I wanted to look into his eyes and know that we were going to be together no matter what, but that was not reality. Reality was that I can not kiss him and I cannot be with him no matter the obstacles. We can only be friends because of the his career.

I was finally convinced that Zayn was the guy I was waiting for this whole time and I can't even be with him. It was as if it was life's way of punishing me for being so stupid the first time I fell for a boy. Maybe it was telling me not to rush things like I always do. I am already convinced about my feelings for Zayn and I only know what he has told me about himself this past week. I need to slow down and think about what is good for both of us.

The plane has arrived and passengers started to walk out. I waited anxiously to see that familiar face as the passengers walked out. First I see Louis. Then Niall. Liam. Harry and that is when I saw him. He had bags under his eyes from the lack of sleep, but to me he looked incredible. I felt my heart pounding against my ribcage of excitement. I let go of Janell's hand and make my way towards him. His eyes meet mine and I watch as a smile forms on his face. I meet him half way and we stand face to face in front of each other. His chocolate brown eyes making my heart race faster. I smile at him and he takes me into his arms, embraced, my body pressed against his.

“I missed you,” he whispered.

I suddenly forget how to breathe. My lungs lacked of oxygen and were filled with nothing but his scent. I inhaled his scent trying to savor this moment because I knew that this was as close as we were going to get, but it was OK because I liked it. I liked being his friend.

“I missed you, too.” I said.

We let go of each other and all I could see was his smile and his beautiful brown eyes looking into mine.

“Wow, this was just like a movie scene,” Louis says interrupting our reunion, “i should have recorded this moment. Seriously it was like watching a movie.”

Louis couldn't be any more inopportune. I was a bit annoyed, but as soon as Zayn stared laughing soon we all followed and laughed as well.

We all walked out of the airport together and the fans all swarmed towards us. The boys were in such a good mood that they all stopped to take pictures with them and even talked to a few of them. I looked at Zayn taking pictures with all of his fans and started to wonder what my life would be like if I never bumped into him at the beach. I know we are only friends and that there is a possibility that this is all we can ever be, but if I had the choice of changing that day; I wouldn't change it for anything in the world. This feeling I have when I see him or when I hear his voice is a feeling that I had never experienced before and I liked it and for that reason I wouldn't change the day I met him.

When Paul, their body guard, pulled them away from all of the fans because they had to check into the hotel in five minutes the fans all yelled goodbye and I heard a few of them yell out how much they love them and that they wanted to have their babies. Some of the fans were way too extreme for my taste but they were very supportive and know that the boys love their fans as much as the fans love them.

Monica, Janell, Rosalie and I wave goodbye to them as well and we walk to the parking lot towards our car.

“Ella,” I hear someone call my name.

I turn around and find a couple of fans standing behind us. I didn't pay much attention to them and continued walking towards our car.

“That is you,” I hear again.

I turn around once more and the girls are staring at me. Their was two blonde girls and a brunette girl. They looked young about thirteen years old.

“Do I know you?” I asked confused.

“No, but I know you,” she said.

“Excuse me,” I asked a bit creeped out.

“You are the girl that was here the last time the boys were leaving and Zayn helped you get to him,” she said, “He has also been tweeting you.”

I looked at her shocked. He only tweeted me about three times how is it that she knows who I am.

“Are you his girlfriend?” She asked.

“No,” I said quickly, “he is just my friend.”

“Oh,” she said disapointed, “that is too bad I was really rooting for you guys. Team Zella. You see?”

She showed me her wrists and she had a few rubber bracelets on and one of them read 'Team Zella' in red. I stared at her bracelets confused on what was going on. How did this girl know about me and what in the world was team Zella.

I look at my friends standing besides me and they look as shocked as I did.

“What does this mean?” I ask the brunette.

“It means there are a group of fans out there that want you and Zayn to be together. You are our OTP.” She said with a smile on her face.

She just confused me even more, “Can you explain to me how is it that you know about me and what the hell is an O. T..whatever.”

She laughed and said, “OTP. It means One True Pair and the reason I know about you is because of Zayn. Look a lot of fans remember you from the airport when Zayn helped you and fans became curious so they started to try and figure out who you were. Then Zayn tweeted you and that was weird because Zayn hardly even tweets, so then fans started to put together the pieces and figured out your name. Many fans out there think that you are his secret girlfriend.”

I couldn't believe what she was saying. These fans were better than the FBI. They can figure out who you are just by a few tweets and a visit to the airport. I was impressed by them and a bit creeped out because they were trying to figure out who I was.

“Look,” I said, “Zayn and I are just friends and wow you guys are good.”

She smiled and said, “Well thank you, but it's not me it's just how this fandom works. And it is too bad you are not going out. I am still rooting for you two. I think that one day you will both realize that you are the OTP.”

I just smiled at her because hearing that others wanted Zayn and I to be together made me happy. I know I want to be with him, but things are just complicated with his career and the fact that he doesn't believe it would work out makes it impossible for us to be an 'OTP.'

“Thanks, but I think we are just going to stay friends,” I say to her and walk away.\

My friends didn't say a word on our way to the car, but as soon as we stepped into the car they all bombarded me with questions. They were all talking at the same time asking me things and telling me how cool everything was and other things that were not reasonable at all. I tried to listen at what they were saying, but it was hard keeping up with the three of them at the same time.

“Stop,” I finally yelled.

They all stopped yelling at me and settled down. We sat in the car in silence for a while until Rosalie spoke and said, “You do realize that you are famous now?”

I rolled my eyes and said, “just because a few girls recognized me it doesn't mean I am famous. They are just very observant.”

“They are rooting for you and Zayn. You are like Bella and Edward. They have teams. That is so cool,” Janell said.

“I know,” I said,”but what does this even mean?”

“It means that their fans are seeing things you and Zayn aren't.” Monica said.

I looked at her confused, “Seeing what?”

“That you two obviously should be together,” Rosalie said.

I smiled at the thought of us being together and I knew that is something I wanted, but did Zayn want it to?

“I hardly even know him,” I said.

“So then get to know each other. He is here all weekend I am sure you two can find time to hang out and get to know each other. I am telling you the truth when I say you two make a great couple,” Rosalie said.

They were right I should try and get closer to Zayn. I should try things out not just as a friend, but as more. I should stop treating him like a friend and start treating him as the guy that I am interested in. Only I don't even know how to do that. I don't how to be around a guy I am interested in. All the guys that I have ever been with were just friends and I treated them just like I treat any other person. How do I show Zayn that he is not just any other person? How do I show him that I am interested in him? How do I show him that he makes me feel special? How?

“I'm scared,” I said. The truth was that I was scared. I was scared of making the same mistakes I have done before. I was afraid that he would break my heart or use me.

“Scared?” Monica asked.

Janell and Rosalie looked at me examining my expression. They all looked at me silent for a moment and I had to hold back the tears because all of this was scaring me. There was a bunch of girls who knew who I was and wanted me to be with Zayn, but I wasn't sure that Zayn even wanted to be with me. He had made it very clear that he just wanted to be friends. My friends were telling me that I should give him a try, but I am afraid of getting hurt.

“Honey, not all guys are like John,” Janell said.

“Yeah, you need to know that there are good people out there and you are never going to find that good person if you don't come out of your fairy tale books,” Rosalie said sweetly.

I sighed, “alright I get it, but how do I show him how I fee? How do I let him know that things can work out if we try?”

“Kiss him!” Monica shouted.

“What?” I asked surprised

“Kiss him,” she said again.

We all looked at her shocked. Why would I kiss him when we were barely getting to know each other. It's not that I don't want to, but it was just too soon.

I started to think of the way his lips will feel against mine. I wonder if his lips are soft. I bite down on my bottom lip thinking of the way the feel of his lips on mine will feel. What would his lips taste like?

“Oh! My! God! You are so thinking about what it would be like to kiss him.” Monica blurts out.

“I am not,” I say shocked. How does she know this? Am I making it obvious?

My friends stare at me trying to figure out whether I was telling them the truth or not. I start to feel my cheek get warmer and to avoid the conversation that was about to ignite I quickly say, “Start the car. Drive. We need to get to the hotel with the boys and it's getting late.”

Monica raises an eyebrow and starts the car.

When we arrive at the hotel there are a couple of fans standing outside with their cameras. These girls would do just about anything to get to meet the boys. They were true dedicated fans.

We reach Zayn's hotel room and knock on the door. I took a deep breathe because I knew that as soon as he opened that door my heart will start to flutter and I wil instantly forget how to breathe. To my surprise I found a curly haired boy standing in front of me with big grin across his face. I frown and he must have noticed I was disappointed to find him open the door because the grin on his face slowly disappeared.

“Come in,” Harry said.

As we walk in the hotel room we find all the boys scattered around the hotel room. Niall was on the phone and from what I was hearing I think he was ordering some food. Louis was sitting on the couch surfing through the channels on TV while Liam sat next to him using his laptop. They all turned their heads in our direction and smiled, but the one person I was here to see was no where to be found.

“Hey girls,” they said.

“Hi guys,” we waved.

I looked over at Harry who was standing beside us to ask him where Zayn was, but as if reading my mind he answered, “he is on the roof. He said he needed some air, but I think he is smoking. You should go find him.”

I nodded and looked at my friends to ask them if it was OK if I left them here for a bit, but they were already sitting with the rest of the boys talking and laughing.

I went up to the roof top and found a lonley Zayn looking out into the city.

I snuck up behind him and said, “Hello there superstar.”

He turned around startled and greeted me with a smile, “Hi, Ella.”

“You know you are basically slowly killing yourself with all the smoking you do,” I said standing next to him.

He smiled and said, “I know.”

“The why do you do it?” I asked.

“I am not afraid of death, Ella. I guess you can say this is my way of telling death that I am not afraid of it. I believe my day will come when it comes and if I like smoking then there is no point of stopping.”

“Wow. You sure can kick deaths ass, but don't worry you make smoking look sexy.” Oh my! Did I just say that he is sexy out loud? I am so stupid.

He laughed then looked into my eyes as if he was trying to tell me something. “Can I show you something?”

I stared at him confused. “Sure,” I said.

He threw his cigarette on the ground and stepped on it to put it out. He started to walk towards the edge of the roof and motioned for me to follow him. I followed behind him but stayed a few feet away because all of this talk about death was making me way too nervous to be standing at the edge of the roof.

“Are you going to jump off the roof?” I asked a bit scared, “if you are I don't grantee that you will survive that fall. It is a long way down, Zayn and this is not a good way to show death you are not afraid. You should stick to smoking.”

He laughed and said, “Relax, love. I just want to show you something. Now get closer.”

I walked next to him and he pointed down at all the fans that were standing outside the hotel. They had some how multiplied in the last five minutes.

“Meet my fans,” he said.

“I know I've seen them,” I said, “you have millions of girls waiting for you.”

He frowned then backed away from the edge of the roof. He stood in the middle for a while then laid on the floor and looked up at the sky. I stared at him wondering what he was thinking about then walked over to him and laid next to him looking up at the sky. It was beginning to get dark and the summer sky was full of a beautiful purple and pink color.

“When I was younger the only person I would sing to was my mum,” he said, “I would always sing 'I Believe I can Fly.' When I auditioned for the x factor I never expected anything from it. To me singing was just something I loved to do. I just wanted to hear that I was good. I never expected to be here. My mum was the only one that heard my singing and now our song is number one on the radio meaning that there are all of these people listening to my voice. Everything is just so surreal.”

“How is she?” I asked.

Zayn looked at me confused.

“Your mom,” I said, “How is she taking this you being away from home?”

“She cries every time I have to leave and I have to remind her that I am not going out to war. She calls me almost everyday, but I can hear that she misses me and I miss her as well. It get's lonley sometimes, but u am glad I have the lads to share this with or else I would go crazy with loneliness”

“I am sorry, Zayn. I know this is hard.” I say. I know it is hard for him to leave his family and I know this is all a big change for him.

He stood up then offered me his hand to stand with him. Once I was on my feet I pat my jeans to clean them from the dust that was on the ground, then I started to walk towards the door when I feel I tight grip on my arm. Zayn pulls me towards him our bodies pressed against each other. He wraps his arms around me hugging me. His embrace takes me by surprise and I suddenly run out of breathe.

“Thank you,” he whispers in my ear. I felt his breathe against my skin creating shivers travel through my spine. He slowly turns his head and plants a light kiss on my cheek. I swallow trying to fight what I was feeling. My heart started to pound in my chest and I felt as if I were going to collapse on the ground.

Zayn's eyes meet mine still holding me in his arms. My breathing starts to lose it's rhythm and my lungs were starting to lose oxygen. He lifts his hand and brushes my hair off my face. I close my eyes losing myself in his touch. When I open my eyes I notice him leaning in to kiss me. My heart starts to beat faster and faster. My lips anxious to feel his lips against mine. He was going to kiss me. I waited for his lips to meet mine and I could see him leaning in closer and closer.

“Ella! Zayn! Pizza is here!” Louis yelled from behind us and we quickly pulled away from each other.

“Coming,” Zayn said walking around me and towards the door.

I took a deep breathe then walked right behind him.

We went back into Zayn's room and everyone was sitting around eating there pizza. Zayn and I grabbed our piece and sat as far away from each other. We sat in awkwardness the entire time and I couldn't stop thinking about our moment up on the roof. Was he really going to kiss me? Was I ready for that kiss? I could hardly even breathe with just the feel of his touch against my skin.

“So Ella. We are thinking about going out tomorrow to celebrate after our radio interview. Would you like to come?” Liam asked

“I'd love to come,” I said with a friendly smile.

“I bet you would,” Harry said raising his eyebrow. Then Louis and Harry bursted into laughter.

“You are a perv Harry,” I said disappointed, “you know you and my friend Nicolette would get along just well.”

“Well then Nicolette should join us tomorrow.” Harry said.

“I'll ask her. Oh, but she is a fan so I don't know how she will take it. I mean she nearly murdered me when I told her I knew who you were. She didn't believe me, but I guess after tomorrow I can show her I wasn't lying,” I said.

After we finished our pizza the boys left to their rooms and the girls and I decided it was time fro us to leave as well.

“Ella, can you stay with me a bit longer to watch a film with me?” Zayn asked.

I looked over at my friends and they all smiled with encouragement.

“But how are you guys going to get home?” I asked.

“Paul can drive them,” Zayn said.

“Yeah, Paul can drive us,” Monica said.

Zayn dialled Paul and asked him to take my friends home.

Once Zayn and I were alone we sat on the couch and decide to watch a comedy. Zayn and I sat a bit far from each other and I couldn't help but feel a bit awkward. The movie was so funny that I couldn't help myself but laugh.

Zayn looked at me and I could feel my cheeks get red with embarrassment.

“Zayn we shouldn't have picked this movie. I hate my laugh,” I said shyly.

He smiled at me making me feel warm inside and said, “What are you talking about I love the way laugh. I've never heard you laugh before. I like it.”

I rolled my eyes and said, “I hate it.”

“Well I like it,” he said poking my sides and this action startled me and I started to giggle because I was one of the most ticklish people you can ever meet.

“Something tells me I just found your tickle spot,” he said raising and eyebrow.

“Oh please don't,” I plead.

He ignored me and moved closer to tickle me. He moved his hands up and down my sides tickling me.

“Z-zayn! S-stop!” I begged.

I kicked and tried to wiggle myself away from him, but I was just making it worst and he was just to strong form me. I was now laying on the couch trying to make him stop.

“Please!” I begged.

He stopped tickling me and I suddenly noticed how close we were. His body was on top of mine and his eyes were looking into mine. I was out of breathe due to all the tickling and the fact that he was so close to me and I could feel his body pressed against mine was making me lose my breath. I stared at his lips wondering whether he would try to kiss me again. I stretched out my arm and reached up to touch his face to let him know I wanted him to kiss me. He closed his eyes for a few seconds then opened them to look at me.

“It's getting late,” he said.

“Yes. It is,” I said.

“You should go,” he said and got up standing as far away from me.

I stared at him confused. What was going on between us? I grabbed my purse and head out of his hotel room.

Once out of his room I took a deep breathe trying to fight back the tears. I quickly walked out of the hotel room not wanting to look back because I knew that I would want to go back to his room and demand some answers. What was going on with him? He tried to kiss me then tells me to leave. I don't understand.

I get into my car and take a deep breathe. I try so hard not let the tears escape my eyes, but just the thought of what had just happen made me so mad and confused me even more that I just bursted into tears. Why were things so complicated with him?

I let myself cry and let the tears escape my eyes hoping that it would make me feel better. I started to replay the images of him leaning in to kiss me and then the images of him telling me I should leave and couldn't help myself but keep sobbing. I rested my head on the steering wheel letting the tears fall when a light tap on my car window startles me.

I roll down the window and say, “What do you want?”



























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