Fix a Heart (A Zayn Malik Love Story)

I'm Crushing On a... Bradford Bad Boi?

Chapter 4

Isabella's P.O.V.

As the 7 of us stand in a huddle by the main doors, Louis looks up from his phone and towards the rest of us.

"Um, 2 more people are joining us this afternoon," he said sheepishly.

"What? Who-" Josh began, but was cut off when Eleanor and Danielle, Louis and Liam's girlfriends, walked through the door that was placed behind me. I turned to face them and the way they looked left me completely speechless. I was jealous of them, even though I haven't even met the 2. I could feel my cheeks turning red, so I slumped back to my brother. Liam wrapped his arm around Danielle and Louis did the same to Eleanor.

"Isabella, where'd you go?" Liam asked, looking through our small crowd of people. Niall and Harry, who stood in front of me, moved out if the way so I could be shown, "There you are! This, is my girlfriend, Danielle Peazer. She's a dancer!" Liam said excitedly as he motioned towards the pretty girl he had his arm around. I gave her a small smile and waved. I heard Louis clear his throat, very loudly, so I turned my attention to him.

"Yes?" I asked. He smiled and kissed Eleanor on the cheek.

"This is my lovely girlfriend, Eleanor Calder. She's so beautiful, isn't she?" Louis expressed. Eleanor giggled and blushed, gently hitting Louis on the chest.

"Lou, stop it..." she said in a soft, pretty voice. Eleanor turned her gaze to me, "Whose this pretty girl, Louis?" Eleanor asked with a grin.

"My name's Isabella. I'm Josh's sister." I answered, rather quietly.

"It's a pleasure to meet you." Eleanor responded gently and Danielle nodded her head with a smile, agreeing with Eleanor. I smiled at them.

"You too."

"So, I'm heading off. I'll see you all later!" Louis called as he pulled Eleanor along with him. Danielle and Liam went after them, but they didn't go in the same direction. I noticed Josh, Niall, and Haryana had left, too. That only left Zayn and I.

"Uh, hi..." I mumbled quietly, but loud enough for him to hear me. I looked into his brown eyes and y knees automatically felt weak. I swallowed down the lump in my throat, waiting for him to say something. Thankfully, he did.

"Hey. Uh, where do you wanna go?" he asked, staring back into my eyes. I shrugged slightly.

"We could just walk around and stop when we want?" I suggested. I watched Zayn as he smirked and shrugged, slightly nodding his head. We began walking, side by side. This felt so awkward, considering I didn't really know him. I was about to say something to break the ice, but Zayn had beat me to it.

"So, have you always lived in London?" he asked. I looked ahead of me as I spoke.

"Yeah, I have. I was going to move to America with my family a few years ago, but my parents decided against it. Thankfully..." I replied. I glanced up at him and could see he was trying to hide a smile, but was failing horribly. I looked back in front of me, a smirk forming on my lips. "What about you?" I asked back at him. He seemed to be taken back with my question, but answered willingly.

"Yeah. I've been here since I was born. Bradford." he answered honestly. I nodded my head slowly, then smiled, turning to face him.

"Is that why my brother would walk around the house saying 'I'm a Bradford bad boi'?" I asked earnestly. Zayn blushed and bit his lip, which was incredibly attractive.

"Um, yeah..." Zayn mumbled, obviously embarrassed. I began walking again, as did Zayn, and I nudged him with my shoulder.

"It's cute." I stammered, then started blushing, immediately wanting to take back what I said. I glanced at Zayn, then away.