Fix a Heart (A Zayn Malik Love Story)

Lucky To Call You Mine

A/N: Dear Readers, I am so sorry I haven't updated in so long! I've been busy, very busy, but I'm hoping I can update a bit more frequently now. I'm on winter break, so I have time now. I'm going to try my best to update at least once every week, if not more. Also, I'd like to thank everyone whose fanned me, and voted for my book! I'm thinking of adding a few more chapters to this and then ending it, but then starting a new story. It may be a One Direction fan fic, and it may not. I'm not sure yet. ANYWAYS, I'll get to the chapter now. :)

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Isabella's P.O.V.

I held onto Zayn and brought him into my house. The light by the front door shined onto his face and I saw a bruise on his cheek that wasn't on there during the interview. "Zayn, what happened to your cheek?" I asked, rubbing it softly with my thumb. He looked down at his feet, rubbing the back of his neck with his hand. "Zayn, what happened to your cheek," I repeated.

"Josh... When he got mad, he sort of, well, he punched me," Zayn answered. I brought my hands up to my face to cover my mouth. "It's okay. It didn't hurt too bad and I mean, I deserved it."

"No you didn't!" I exclaimed. Zayn raised his eyebrows at me, giving me a look that said 'You're kidding me, right?' I wrapped my arms around him and he did the same to me. Outside, I heard the sound of a car doors slamming shut. I pulled away from Zayn and looked through the window. Josh, Niall, Liam, Louis, and Harry were walking up to the front door. I grabbed Zayn's hand and pulled him away from the front door just as it opened. Zayn looked at Josh and swallowed hard. I could feel the tension in the room.

"Uh, hey, Zayn..." Josh mumbled. Zayn waved awkwardly and I held in my giggles. "Oh, man... Did I do that to you?" he asked, motioning to the bruise on Zayn's cheek.

"Yeah, but it's fine. I deserved it," Zayn responded, chuckling. Josh smirked and stuck his hand out.

"Are we good, bro?" he asked. Zayn smiled and nodded, shaking Josh's hand and I watched as Josh pulled him into a quick hug.

"Okay, whose hungry?" Niall asked, filling the silence. I looked around at the others and shrugged, slightly raising my hand. "Anyone else? Or just Isabella and I," Niall chuckled. I smirked and watched as the others said they were hungry. "Then let's get some food!"

Zayn's P.O.V.

I walked into the kitchen, alongside Isabella, to help her make something to eat. Niall said he wanted a burger, but Isabella said she'd make what she could find, which was fine with Niall. As long as he got food. I watched Isabella open cabinets and then close them again then watched as she went to the freezer. She pulled out a bag of chicken wings. "How about these?" she asked me, tearing open the bag. "Can you grab me a cookie sheet? It's in the cabinet over there," she said, pointing to a cabinet next to the stove. I opened it and grabbed a cookie sheet, then handed it to her. She thanked me and poured the whole bag of chicken wings onto the sheet and put them in the oven.

"I'm not sure that'll be enough," I said, smiling. Isabella thought for a moment and then grabbed a bag of french fries out of the freezer. I handed her another cookie sheet and she did the same with the fries as she did with the chicken wings. Her and I walked over to the boys, who were watching something on tv.

"The food will be done in about 25 minutes," she said. Niall groaned and Harry hit with a pillow.

"Don't complain, Niall. Thank the girl, for crying out loud!" Harry exclaimed. I laughed and looked at Niall who put a smile on his face and thanked Isabella.

"Zayn, come back to the kitchen with me to get something to drink," Isabella stated. I followed her into the kitchen and she took out 7 cups and a large bottle of Dr. Pepper from the fridge. She began filling the cups with the fizzy drink. I stared at her, grinning. She turned and looked at me. "What?" she asked.

"You're just so beautiful," I whispered. She blushed and tore her gaze away from mine, making me chuckle. I walked behind her and wrapped my arms around her waist. She finished pouring the soda and turned in my arms so she was facing me, her face still red from blushing. "I'm so lucky I get to call you mine."

"So am I," she answered, gently putting her lips on mine, kissing me. I grinned, kissing her back. I felt her hands on my back and I lifted her up onto the counter, keeping our lips attached. Her hands moved from my back to my head, running her fingers through my dark hair. I pulled her closer to me, our chests touching. Her lips were soft and tasted like strawberries, probably from the chapstick she likes to wear. She pulled away, breathing heavily. I cupped her face in my hands and she put her forehead against mine. "I love you, Zayn," she whispered.

I couldn't help but grin again, "I love you too, Isabella."