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...


9. Chapter 9

 Chapter 9

He was dressed in black and was wearing a camera around his neck. He stared at me as if inspecting me. I felt like yelling at him and telling him that yes I had been crying, but it was none of his business. Who was this guy?

“What do you want?” I asked again rudely.

“Are you Ella?” He asked.

“Yes that is me. Who are you?” I asked.

He just smiled and then snapped some pictures of me. The flash of the camera blinded me and I couldn't see his face so clearly anymore.

“What the hell?!” I yelled.

The man didn't say anything he just kept snapping pictures of me and kept trying to block my face. Soon there were many men crowded around my car snapping pictures of me and yelling out my name.

“Were you here to see Zayn?”

“Are you going out?”

“Ella! Ella! Over here tell us what is up with you two.”

I couldn't take it anymore they were all crowding me with questions and wanted so many answers from. Everything that was happening was just so overwhelming that I felt the tears building up in my eyes. I started to sob again the cameras still flashing and the men still yelling out my name. The man that tapped on my window stepped closer to my car and asked, “How is Zayn?”

I was so mad at everyone and so mad at Zayn that I just answered, “guys are all douche bags.” I turned on my car and warned everyone to back away from the car or that I will run them over. They all soon backed away clearing a space big enough for me to drive away. They just kept snapping pictures and never stopped. I looked in my rear-view mirror and the crowd of flashing cameras started to diminish.
As I drove home I thought of everything that was going on between Zayn and I and realized that it was over. There was no way he would ever want to be with me and there was no way we would ever work out. The thought of us never happening made me angry and sad and the tears just didn't stop falling.


* * *

I stayed parked outside my apartment for a while to fix myself and pull myself together. I looked at myself in the mirror and there was dried up black tear marks on my cheeks. I took some tissues and cleaned up my face. My eyes were still puffy and my nose was still a rosy color but I think if I go in to the apartment like this maybe my friends won't notice that I was crying.

I sigh and put on fake smile, then I open up the door to the apartment and find my three best friends sitting on the couch with their eyes fixed on the television. They never turn to look at me which was good and I make my way to the kitchen to grab a glass of water.

“Hey Ella!” Monica yelled, “come watch this. They are going to talk about the boys on E.”

I rolled my eyes because the last thing I want is to hear something about the boys. I don't even want to think of Zayn at all. I knew that just the thought or the sight of him would make me cry.

I take a deep breathe and walk over to the couch. I had to be strong and not let my friends know that I was upset. I didn't want them to worry because it was no big deal and I know that they are very happy that have been able to hang out with the boys, so I don't think I should ruin it for them. I think I have decided that I don't want anything to do with him. All I want is to forget about something that can never be.

I sit between my friends on the couch and soon the lovely Giuliana starts to speak, “They are really big in Europe and they have come to the US to bring their talent and share it with us. That is right it's One Direction. They are here in the US to debut their album Up All Night and their song 'What Makes You Beautiful' is now number one on the radio.” They started to show a couple of scenes from their music video and some pictures of the boys. As soon as Zayn's picture appeared on the screen I felt my heart sink and my breathing started to lose control. I bit my lip trying to ease my breathing and trying to fight back the tears.

“That is right Giuliana,” Ryan continued, “and they will be on tomorrow morning on the radio with me answering some fan questions.”

“Well congratulations boys,” Giuliana finished and the boys song started to play.

Flashes of Zayn started to play in my head. The way his lips parted when he was leaning towards me to kiss me on that roof top. I closed my eyes and wondered what that kiss would have been like. The memory of the way his body pressed against mine when he was tickling me trying to get me laugh was playing in my head. Then I remembered the way he asked me to leave. I felt my breathing losing control once more and the tears started to run down my face again. I opened my eyes and my friends were staring at me confused.

Janell took my hand and said, “are you alright?”

I tried to answer and tell them I was fine but the truth was I wasn't and the tears showed the pain that I was feeling. I brought my knees up and buried my face in my knees tying to hide from there stare.

“Hey, what is wrong?” Monica asked her voice full of concern.

I couldn't speak. I just kept my head down and cried. I then felt there arms around me as if they were trying to shelter me. They didn't say anything for a while. They just sat there and comfort me until I was able to speak.

When the tears were finally fading and my breathing was back to normal I spoke up and said, “Zayn and I allmost kissed.”

They looked at me confused.

“Wouldn't that be a good thing,” Rosalie asked.

I shake my head and say, “he told me to leave. We were alone and he was about to kiss me and I wanted his kiss so bad and he just asked me to leave.”

“oh,” they said.

“He doesn't want to be with me.” I said the tears falling down my cheeks once more.

“I am sure he does.” Monica said.

“Yeah maybe he isn't ready to take it that far yet.” Janell said.

“No,” I said, “He doesn't want to try. I know it. I've never felt like this for anyone and he makes me feel all of these feelings that I- I just can't explain, but he doesn't want that.”

Monica rests her hand on back trying to comfort me, but it doesn't work. I still feel the pain of his words. I wanted him. I wanted his kiss. I wanted that kiss that I was so close to getting, but he didn't want it. He told me to leave.

“Honey it it his loss. If he doesn't want you then too bad he loses not you,” Monica said, “now clean up those tears and go to bed you will feel better tomorrow morning.”

I sighed and nodded. Maybe I will feel better tomorrow morning. This day has just been so hard. I still didn't understand how Zayn could be leaning in to kiss me and then suddenly back away telling me he wanted me leave, but all of this was something that I had to forget. I have made up my mind and I no longer want anything to do with Zayn. I have to forget him.

I went to bed and tried to sleep, but thoughts of Zayn were wandering in my mind. I know I don't want to forget him, but I feel like if I don't want to get hurt that it would be the best thing to do. I had to back away from him now before my feeling for him get deeper or was it too late?

I twisted and turned in my bed trying to find a comfortable position to sleep, but I couldn't. Zayn creep into my head again and I couldn't get rid of him. A part of me hated him for giving me all of these mix signals, but a part of me wanted to call him up right now and apologize. Maybe I was the one that was giving him the mix signals. Maybe I was reading this all wrong. He has been nothing but a great friends and maybe I was reading it as something more, but then why would he lean in to try and kiss me. I haven't kissed many guys before, but I think I would know when someone was about to kiss me. No I was right it was him that was giving the mix signals. This is all just so confusing.

After hours of thinking and twisting and turning I finally fell asleep. The buzzing of my cell phone woke me up.

I reach over to grab it not opening my eyes.

“Hello,” I answer my voice groggy.

“How could you do this to me?!” I hear an angry voice yelling at me.

“Zayn?” I asked confused.

“No it's the queen of England,” he said sarcastically.

I opened my eyes and sat up on my bed, “Zayn, what are you talking about? I should be yelling at you.”

“At me?” he rudely laughed.

“Zayn what are you talking about?” I was confused why was he being rude.

“Have you watched the news lately?” he asked.

“No I just woke up.” I said.

“Turn on you television.” He said and hung up.

I turned on my television and started to flip through the channels trying to find anything that would make Zayn so upset. I finally stop an entertainment news channel where I see a picture of Zayn and I at the air port yesterday. The lady was talking about how there was a possibility that I was his girlfriend and then a picture that shocked me came on screen.

I turned up the volume, “Now this girl is known to be Ella Scott. Resources tell us that she was seen crying in her car after seeing Zayn from One Direction at his hotel room. When she was asked about Zayn she simply answered, 'guys are all douche bags.' What can this mean for the couple? Sources tell us that Zayn is a bad boy who is known to play with girls and break there hearts. This is a bad situation for both Zayn and his reputation.”

Oh my! Now I see why he was so mad, but I didn't mean to make him look bad. I was just upset and angry. How can he be mad at me for crying. He was the one that made me cry anyways.

I picked up the phone and called him.

“So are you going to stop acting stupid and start telling me why you did it, Ella?” He answered.

“I didn't do anything. I was just upset with you and I was in my car and...” I trailed off not knowing what to say.

“You ruined me. I trusted you and now you made me look bad. How can you do this to me?” He said.

“I wasn't trying to make you look bad, Zayn. Listen to me!” I yelled trying to make him listen to what I was saying.

He stayed silent on the phone for a while. All I could hear was his breathing. I kept thinking of how bad this was because he was just starting off and because of this he will now be known as the bad boy who plays with girls.

“Zayn can I see you?” I asked. I needed to talk to him face to face I couldn't talk to him on the phone. I had to explain.

“For what?” He said rudely.

“We need to talk. I need to explain to you what happen.” I said.

He didn't say anything.

“Zayn,” I pleaded.

“I'll be right over,” he said and hung up.

* * *

He sat on my bed watching me pace back and forth. I knew he was angry. Even when he so angry I couldn't help and think what it would be like to feel his lips against mine.

I stopped pacing and stood in front of him. I didn't know what to say to him. He was starring at me and I can see in his eyes that he was mad at me.

“Look Zayn. I was angry with you and I was crying. I didn't know he was he just asked me what how you were. Everyone was yelling at me and I didn't know what to say or what to do. They were just yelling and I wasn't in the mood for anyone yelling at me or snapping pictures of me after you...” my voice trailed off remembering how he kicked me out of his hotel room.

“After I what?” he asked standing up from my bed and stepping closer to me.

I took a step back and said, “After you asked me to leave.”

“That is your excuse? You made me look bad in front of the whole world and put my reputation on the line because I asked you to leave?” He was yelling at me.

“It's not an excuse! I did not do it on purpose Zayn!” I yelled back.

“It doesn't matter Ella! I trusted you to be careful with these things and you ruined everything!” he yelled throwing his hands in the air.

I closed my eyes trying to fight the tears. “I am sorry, Zayn,” I whispered.

“That is not going to fix anything,” he said, “Look Ella. We are leaving tomorrow morning and I think maybe it is best if we keep our distance. I don't think I can be your friend.”

His words hit me like knives. I couldn't believe what I was hearing. I know that I had chosen to forget about him, but listening to him say that we couldn't even be friends was making me realize that I would never be able to forget him. I don't want to let go of him because even when he is standing before me, yelling at me, I knew that I still wanted to be with him.

“Zayn, I..” I didn't know what to say to him.

“Ella it's the best. I just don't think this will ever work and things are not going so well since you came out on the teli. There is a lot of things that need to be fixed and my career is important to me. I just don't think I can trust you.”

“Get out,” I said.

He stepped forward and said, “Ella I...”

“Get Out!” I yelled and pushed him away. I pushed him out the door and he just stared at me amused. I didn't let him speak and I slammed the door to his face. I leaned against the door and the tears that I was fighting started to fall. I fell to the ground and hid my face between my knees letting the tears fall down my face.

He was the one that was pushing me away. He was the one that had tried to kiss me and then pushed me away. Why should he be mad at me for crying; when he was the reason I cried. Why should he decide what should happen between us? I had feelings and thoughts about our friendship or whatever we were, but he doesn't care about what I have to say or what I feel. He only thinks about himself and what he wants. He is so self centered and inconsiderate about what I want. I want him. I know that we can make things work, but according to him I am not someone he can trust. Why can't he trust me? I did nothing, but cry over him. This was not fair.

I should have never let things get this far. I was so stupid to think that he would ever be that great guy that I read about in my books. Here I was sitting on the floor crying over a guy that was never mine to lose. I made myself believe that we would be together someday and that I just had to be patient, but I was wrong. Now I know that all we could have been was friends, but I ruined that because I broke his trust. All of this was so confusing. I hated him for telling me that I was the one to blame for this scandal when he was the one that was to blame for making me cry. I hated myself for being so stupid and thinking that anything would ever happen between us. I didn't know whether I was the one to blame or if I should blame him. All I know is that I didn't want to let go of him because there was still so much I wanted to know about him.

After hours of crying I finally decided that I would go back to my books and forget about Zayn. He wanted distance and that was what I was going to give him. I should have never bumped into him in the first place. Everything was better when I was dedicated to my books and in my own world. I hated reality because reality meant pain and tears and heartbreak.

I stood up from the ground, walked up to my mirror, wiped the tears from my eyes and said, “No more crying.”


* * *

“Ella! You got a phone call!” Janell's screaming wakes me up.

It's been three days since I last saw Zayn and I have managed to keep the tears away and I try not to think about him so much. Although it is very hard to not think about him when your best friends are constantly texting and video chatting the boys. They have all grown so close to them and they know that I do not want to know anything about Zayn so they respect my decision and tell me very little about the boys. Sometimes I do catch myself flipping through the TV to find the latest on him or I check Twitter too, but then I stop myself and pick up my books and read.

“Who is it?” I ask.

“I think it's that job interview that you went to last time.” She said.

I quickly grab the phone and answer, “Hello.”

“Hello, Ella. This is Stanley and I am calling to let you know that you got the job and I hope that you can start tomorrow morning.”

“Of course, yes.” I answer immediately.

“That is wonderful I look forward to seeing you again.” He said kindly.

“Thank you.” I said and ended the call.

Janell was sitting on my bed waiting for me to inform her about my conversation. I lay on my bed and pull the covers over my head.

She pulls the covers off and says, “Oh no! You can not just leave me wondering what that phone call was all about.”

I laugh and say, “You are so nosy.”

“Call me whatever you want I still want to know what that was all about.” She said.

I smiled at her and said, “I got the job at the library.”

She screamed with excitement and jump up and down on my bed. I got up and started to jump with her. This was perfect because I really needed a job. We were running low on cash and rent was getting harder to pay. I was in desperate need of this job and this meant that I was closer to saving money for my London college trip. My literature club has a London trip they do every summer and I was no table to go this summer because it was my first year of college and I could not afford it. With this job I will be able to go to that trip hopefully by next summer.

Monica and Rosalie walked in to my room watching us jump up and down.

“What are we nine again?” Rosalie asked.

“No! We are jumping because Ella got a job!” Janell yelled.

Rosalie and Monica exchanged a look then ran to jump on the bed with us too.

We jumped up and down laughing and acting silly. I felt like I was a little kid again trying to jump as high as possible to try and reach the stars. I looked at my friends and realized that this was what made me happy. My friends were all I needed and for the first time since Zayn left I felt like maybe things could get better for me. I've been moping around trying to avoid any thought of him and trying to hide myself in my books again, but being with my friends jumping like silly eight year olds made me feel like anything was possible.  


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