Fix a Heart (A Zayn Malik Love Story)

Don't Go Breaking My Heart

Hey everyone!!! I am reaaalllyy sorry for my lack of updating. I haven't updated in months and I apologize. I'm  not quite sure where I'm going with this story, but I might have an idea? I don't know, I guess I'll see what happens. I might add a few more chapters to this and then start a new story. Perhaps a Niall one...? I don't know. Thank you to everyone who has been reading my story!! 10.8K reads?! That's awesome! :) Thanks!! Oh, please keep voting and thanks to everyone who has FANNED me! I'll stop now and get on with the chapter :)

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(Oh, we're gonna flash forward a bit, okay? Like, a few months...)

Isabella's P.O.V.

I sat in the passenger seat of Frankie's car, staring out the window.

"How's Zayn?" he asked excitedly. He asked me about Zayn every single time we hung out- which was a lot! I looked over at Frankie, who was driving, and sighed slightly.

"He's great, as usual," I answered honestly.

Frankie glanced away from the road ahead to give me a questioning look, "then why do you seem so bummed out?" he inquired. I sighed again, loudly this time, and stared in front of me, through the windshield, as I spoke.

"Well, Zayn leaves next weekend for America to continue the tour... For a little less than a year, and I just don't see how we're going to keep things going. He'll be far and he'll be surrounded by gorgeous fans who love him and-"

I was cut off by Frankie, "Is, don't you trust him?"

"Of course I do! It's just a thought that gives me a very unsettling feeling in the pit of my stomach... As I was saying, I think it may be time to end things with him... He'll be 21 next month and I don't want him to be tied down to me. I'm going to be 19 soon, too. I'm going to college this fall and it'll be even more difficult to see him. I love him, a lot, but we have different plans and I feel like it would just make sense to call it off... We're going out tonight, so I think I would just do it then," I admitted, looking at Frankie, who was now frowning.

"But, Isabella... You guys are my otp! Zaynabella forever!" he confessed.

"We're your... your what?"

"My otp- one true pairing. Duh. Man, you don't know the first thing about being a fangirl, do you..." Frankie retorted. I laughed at his remark and shook my head no. Frankie started laughing with me, but we eventually calmed down.

"Frankie?"

"What's up?"

I thought for a moment. "Could you help me find an outfit for tonight? Nothing too showy, though. Remember, this is a breakup."

"Of course, Issy. What are friends for?" he smiled as he spoke and we finally pulled in to my driveway.

"Josh's car isn't here... He's probably at band practice," I pointed out, actually quite thankful.

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Frankie and I said hi to my parents and then trekked up the stairs and into my room to find something for me to wear with Zayn tonight. Frankie went into my closet and began scouring through my things. "What time is Zayn picking you up?" he asked me.

I clicked the unlock button on my phone and went to mine and Zayn's messages, "Um, around 5, and it's 3:16 right now."

"Okay, that should be plenty of time. Do you know where he's taking you?" Frankie questioned.

I shook my head. "All he said was to dress casual."

"Then how about this?" Frankie walked out of my large closet holding a pair of dark, fitting skinny jeans, an ivory colored sweater, and brown leather boots that zip along the side. I grinned widely and grabbed the clothes from him, changing quickly. Frankie was my gay best friend, so who cared? I checked myself out in my full length mirror that hung on the back of my closet door and then smiled again.

"I love it, thanks Frankie." He bowed and we both laughed. "I'm just going to straighten my hair and put my bangs in a French braid. How does that sound?"

"Per-fect."

I giggled at Frankie, knowing he had gotten that from the Best Song Ever music video, cause even though I wasn't what they call a 'directioner', I still watched videos and help beat records...

"Oh! Wear your light brown jacket and a red scarf. It'll look great," Frankie implied. I nodded my head, telling him that I would and began to straighten my brown 'mane', as Frankie liked to call it.

My hair took about 30 minutes to complete and by the time I finished doing my makeup, it was 4:29. "Frankie, you should probably get going. I love you and I will call you later and tell you ev-ry-thing!" I promised. Frankie smiled and nodded, then left, leaving me with my thoughts.

'What will Zayn do?'

'Will he hate me?'

'What do I say?'

'Should I do this?'

Tons of questions buzzed around in my head, but I was brought back to reality when I heard the front door open and shut, followed by voices and laughing, and amongst the laughter, I heard Zayn's voice. His perfect voice that sounded like a lullaby to me. I grabbed the jacket and scarf Frankie told me to wear, turned off my bedroom light, and headed downstairs to greet the band.

"Hey, Isabella," Josh said when he saw me. I smiled and waved. I caught Zayn's stare and we fixated our eyes on each other for what seemed like an eternity.

"Aye, mates, Isabella and I are heading out, so I'll see you all later," Zayn said coolly. I stood beside him and the guys all said goodbye, then Zayn and I made our way to his car. I climbed into the passengers seat, him in the drivers seat and we began the drive to where ever he was planning on taking me. I stared out the window as a horrible feeling settled in my stomach. "Isabella, are you alright?"

I looked over at Zayn and forced a smile onto my face, which made him smile. "Yeah, everything's fine," I assured. But that wasn't true. My mind was racing, and I was praying that Zayn wouldn't hate me after tonight....