Fix a Heart (A Zayn Malik Love Story)

It Takes a Lot to Get Ready

Chapter 7

Isabella's P.O.V.

I opened my eyes and had a major headache, then realizing I had fallen asleep on my desk with my light and laptop on. I sighed and looked at the clock next to my bed. It read '9:08 am'. I nodded, knowing I had plenty of time to get ready cause Zayn wouldn't be here until about 11:30 he said.

My eyes fell onto my laptop which was in hibernation mode. I touched the mouse and Twitter popped up. I gulped when I saw all the tweets towards me. A few were sweet, saying I was pretty and perfect for Zayn and all the others said things that I'm not going to tell. I hadn't even gone on a date with the guy and people are freaking out! I got to my feet and walked out of my bedroom and down the stairs. I could hear my mom, dad, and brother all talking and I walked inti the dining room. "Hi," I greeted, before going into the kitchen and making myself a plate of the already made food.

"So, Is... Your brother told us that you have a date with, um, Zayn Malik, is it?" my mom called.

"Yes, mom. I do," I said back as I sat sown with a plate of food.

"Where are you going? What time is he coming?" asked my dad.

"He's coming here around 11:30 and we are going to Nando's." my mom and dad looked at me and nodded. I glanced at Josh and saw him eating, so I began doing the same.

"Is he nice to you?" Josh asked. I turned to look at him, still putting food into my mouth and nodded my head. He stared back at me, looking angry. I looked away from him and ate my food more quickly so I could start getting ready. It was already 9:19.

I pushed my chair out and brought my empty plate to the kitchen and placed it in the sink. As I walked through the dining room, I looked at Josh. "Your turn to do the dishes," I muttered and hurried up the stairs and into the bathroom. I stripped myself of my bed clothes and turned on the hot water. I stepped into the shower and let the water beat down onto my back, relaxing me. I washed my hair thoroughly and then scrubbed my body clean before turning off the water and stepping into the cold air. It hit my skin like a knife and I quickly wrapped a towel around my bare body. I brushed my teeth and hair and then hurried out if the bathroom and into my room, shutting and locking the door behind me.

"Okay, what to wear..." I whispered to myself as I looked through my closet of clothing. "Music will help," I added to myself and turned on the radio.

'Now here's a tune you all should know. It's sung by the hot new boy band, One Direction!'

I stared at my radio as the beat started.

"You're insecure, dunno what for. You're turning heads when you walk through the do-o-or. Don't need makeup, to cover up, being the way that you are is enou-ou-ough."

I smiled as the song continued to play and began dancing around my room in only a bra and underwear.

"That's what makes you beautiful!... So c-come on. You got it wrong. To prove I'm right, I put it in a so-o-ong! I don't know why, you're being shy. And turn away when I look into your ey-ey-eyes!"

I giggled and hopped around, realizing that was Zayn singing. He had an incredible voice! I went back into my closet as the song was still going and picked out a pair of black, skinny jeggings, a flowery tank top and a Jean jacket to wear over it. I put it all on and looked at myself in my mirror. I smiled and sat down at my vanity, looking at my face in the mirror. My light brown hair was starting to turn wavy and I sighed. The One Direction song ended and the guy was talking again.

"That was What Makes You Beautiful by One Direction. You can hear it LIVE at their concert tomorrow night!"

I sat there and realized I could go see them in concert, as long as Josh would let me go. I smiled at the idea and pulled out a tube of mascara, swiftly applying it, then putting it away. I added some light pink lip gloss and plugged in my straightener.

Zayn's P.O.V.

I stepped out of the shower and wrapped a towel around the lower half of my body. I had already brushed my teeth so I rushed into my bedroom and shut the door. I immediately walked to my dresser and scoured through the drawers until I found my light brown chino's, my plain white t shirt and my navy blue zip up. I put it on, along with some boxers, and then grabbed some gel off the top of my dresser and walked into the bathroom. I rubbed my hands together and began running my fingers through my hair until it was up into a quiff. I checked myself out and smirked, then walked back to my room to put on some socks and shoes. I checked the time and it was 10:58. I smiled and sat down on my bed and pulled out my phone, then texted Isabella.

'We're still on for lunch correct? :)'

Isabella's P.O.V.

I read Zayn's text and smiled.

'Of course! :) x'

I texted, then went back to straightening my hair.

It only took a total of 15 minutes to straighten my hair, which was shorter than usual. I gave myself a once-over and walked over to my closet and slipped on a pair of black heels. I grabbed my purse and phone and headed down stairs to wait for Zayn's arrival.

-25 minutes later-

Josh's P.O.V.

There was a knock at the door, so I sprung up off the couch and raced Isabella to the door. I opened it and Isabella came to my side. Zayn stood there, hands in his pockets. "Well, hi," I said to him.

"Hey," Zayn replied, then looked at Isabella and I saw him look her up and down. I rolled my eyes in disgust. "Ready?" Zayn asked her. I watched her nod and smile and then follow him out the door and to his car. I growled, then shut the door and walked off.

Zayn's P.O.V.

I walked Isabella to my car and opened the door for her. I climbed in the seat beside her and looked at her pretty face, smiling.

"Are we gonna go?" she asked, slightly giggling. That was adorable. I chuckled and nodded, then started the car and began driving to Nando's. Neither if us really said anything and her phone kept making a noise, signaling she had multiple texts. She ignored them all. I became quite curious.

"Erm... Who are all those texts from?"

She looked at me. "Twitter. I don't bother looking cause they're all mainly rude, anyways..."

"Rude? Who are they from?" I questioned. I heard her sigh before she spoke.

"Your fans."

Her words made my heart beat fast and I got worried. I glanced at her and saw her hand sitting limply on her lamp. I removed one hand from the steering wheel and grabbed her hand in mine, squeezing it gently. She smiled at me, and intertwined her fingers with mine.