The BadBoy [Zayn Malik FanFiction]

Chapter 3

*Isabella p.o.v*

I wake up excited about leaving Zayn. I also feel a little sad I don't really know why. I mean I'm scared of this boy. I don't know what he's capable of, and I don't plan on finding out. I see him beside me peacfully sleeping. Should I wake him or let him sleep?? I really want to leave so I will wake him. I keep shaking him and he barley budges, I keep shaking him and he fell off the bed and he groans. I get up to go to the restroom and I'm pushed against the wall. Pain going through my back.

"Why did you push me off the bed?" He yelled at me. I look down and try to break free. He grips on my wrists tighten and I winch a little. "I-I didn't m-mean to." I said starting to shake a little. "Say sorry!" He demanded as his eyes turned black. "I-I," Before I could finish he punched the wall beside my head. I start to hyperventilate and he lets go of my wrist. I slide down and quickly crawl to the bathroom.

I close the door and lock it so Zayn cain't come in. I go in a corner and crawl in a bawl. *Knock* *Knock* "Bella open the door." Zayn said shaking the door knob. "Bella I'm sorry." He whispers. I just stay in my ball position repeating "I want to go home," I whispered until I blacked out.

*Zayn's p.o.v*

"ISABELLA OPEN THE DOOR!" I yelled. She hasn't answered me and its been fifteen minutes. I bust through the door and find Isabella in the corner in a bowl. "Bella I'm sorry." I wispered. I looked at her and she was asleep. She was muttering 'I want to go home' in her sleep. Now I feel bad that I was mean. I try to control my anger issues, but it's hard. I pick her up and lay her on the bed. I go to the kitchen and make her food for when she wakes.

I hope she doesn't react to badly when I tell her her parents left for vaction for a few weeks. I got the privilge to watch her sinse they know how she got here in the first place. They trust me since I saved her, but she's scared of me. I need to get her to trust me, but my anger issues keep getting in the way in everything I do. That's why Alexis left me, because she was scared of me.

*Isabella's p.o.v*

I wake up in Zayn's bedroom, again. I get up and smell breakfast. I follow the smell and find Zayn cooking. I never noticed his muscles on his back when he moves. That boy is buff. Duh he's a boxer Isabella. "Are you done staring at my back yet?" Zayn asked not turned around. "Sorry was in thought." I whispered and sat down.

"No worries love." He laughed. He sat down a plate in front of me and sat down. I just looked at me plate and started playing with it. I don't really eat breakfast, but I'm not telling Zayn that because he will get mad. I kinda played with my food hoping Zayn didn't notice. "You don't have to eat if your not hungry." Zayn chuckled taking my plate. So he did see I wasn't really eating.

"Sorry I'm just not a breakfast eater." I said quietly. "It's all right love, I'm not mad." He shruges. Thats a relief. "So when am I leaving today?" I aked. "Urm the thing is that um your parents went on vaction, so your staying with me until they come back." He simle said like it wasn't a big deal. "What and they just left me here?!" I about yelled. Well I did yell. "Yea, but you didn't have to yell about it." Zayn said looking hurt.

For some reason I felt bad. "I'm sorry for over reacting." I hugged him. He just kinda stood there awkwardly not knowing what to do. He slowly puts his arms around me and huggs back. I pull back and happily walk off. I may like it here after all. "Oh and Zayn what about my stuff while I'm here?" I asked going back to him. "I already have your stuff in the guest room." I nodded and went to find it.

***

I walk in the living room to find Zayn watching tv. I sit beside him and decide to watch whatever he's watching. He looks at me for a second and smiles. He turns back his attention to the tv. I decide to make lunch. I'm kinda hungry and it's been a while since he ate. I look for some pans to make spaghetti. I make the spaghetti and look for the plates. I find them and they are on the top where I can barley reach.

I get on my tipy toes and with my fingers grab a plate. *Sigh* One more plate to go. I get back on my toes and this time the plate falls cutting me. It hit the ground with a loud bang. I hear Zayn stomping in here. I can already tell he's mad. I quickly hide my arm that some glass cut. "What are you doing?!" He yells. "I was trying to get a plate down." I said. "Well you don't have to be so dang clumsy doing it!" Zayn yelled. I am about to cry so I quickly run to the guest bedroom.

I hide under the covers. I notice I'm shaking a little, but who could blame me? "Isabella why is there blood in the kitchen?" Zayn asked slowly walking in. I hold the covers tighter and try to calm down. Unfortunately for me he throws off my covers. He slightly gasps as he sees my arm. He pulls me up and takes me to the bathroom. He sets me down on the counter. He looks through the draws. I see him open the first-aid kit.

"This may hurt." Zayn quickly looked at me. He had some tweezers and pulled out the little piece of glass. This dude is bipolar I swear. He smiles weakly at me and puts a bandage on it. "Done." I nod and get up. I lay back in my bed and try to go to sleep as best I can with my arm killing me.