Fix a Heart (A Zayn Malik Love Story)

Break Ups and Make Ups

Chapter 17

Isabella's P.O.V.

My eyes quickly flickered open at the sound of a door being slammed. I rubbed my eyes and realized I probably just smeared my mascara more than before. I sat up and looked around. I couldn't hear any talking or snoring, so I knew no one was asleep. It was still pretty dark outside, meaning I hadn't been asleep for long.

Slowly, I shuffled around in my bunk and planted my feet firmly on the carpet. I swallowed hard and stood up, walking into the main room. Josh was sitting at the table, holding his head in his hands. Louis and Harry were sitting across from him, Niall was looking through the fridge, Liam was standing by the door and Zayn was no where to be found. I cleared my throat, making the all the boys turn their heads in my direction. I felt my cheeks get hot and I quickly looked away.

"Hey, Isabella. You okay?" Niall asked. He had a Red Bull in his hand and he popped open the tab and took a sip, waiting for my answer.

I thought about it for a moment and then frowned, "No, not really." I said honestly. Josh stood up and walked to my side. He hugged me tightly and I hugged him back, burying my face into his shoulder, not wanting anyone to see me cry anymore.

Josh and I eventually stopped hugging after a few minutes. I shuffled my feet, "Where's Zayn?" I asked quietly. Josh shrugged his shoulders.

"He left not too long ago. Seemed pretty pissed off. Josh was going crazy on him," Harry said, slightly smiling. I smirked at Harry's statement about Josh and then sighed.

"I think I'm just gonna go back to sleep and then I'm going to drive back home tomorrow morning. You probably won't see me before I leave," I told the boys. They all sort of looked at me with blank expressions but eventually nodded and I left the room to go back to my bunk and sleep.

**

(Still Isabella's P.O.V.)

I woke up again around 7:15 in the morning and immediately began getting ready to leave. All I had to get was my clothes from yesterday and my toothbrush and hairbrush from the bathroom and then I left the tour bus quietly, careful not to make a sound.

Quickly, I sprinted through the parking lot until I got to my car. I put my hand on the door handle and looked around, half of me hoping to see Zayn, but the other half of me hoping never to see him again.

I opened the car door and climbed inside, starting the engine right away and driving off. The ride wasn't too long, but it was boring. I didn't turn on the radio, just in case some One Direction song came on. I chewed on my bottom lip as I waited at a stop light.

35 minutes passed and I finally arrived back at the house. I got inside and looked around. I peeked outside the window by the door and saw my parents car wasn't in the driveway. I sighed and headed up to my room. My phone buzzed in the pocket of my sweats so I fished it out and looked at the screen. One new message from Niall. I stared at the screen, confused but checked the text anyways.

'Turn on channel 6 right now. You won't believe this! Xx.'

I began to get a nervous feeling in the pit of my stomach but I turned around on the stairs and rushed into the living room. I turned on the tv and flipped through the channels until I got to channel 6.

It was some interview with...

"Everyone, give a warm welcome to Zayn Malik!" said the interviewer. It was the same girl that interviewed the guys yesterday. I sat down on the couch, eager to see what would happen. "Now, Zayn. You were here yesterday with your 4 bandmates, so what brings you back today?"

"Well, yesterday you asked me if I was cheating on Perrie and I said I wasn't cheating on anybody, but Perrie was my girlfriend..." Zayn began. I gulped.

"Yeah, so?" the interviewer questioned.

Zayn chuckled, "I'm dating Isabella Devine. Well, I was. Not Perrie. Her and I were only 'dating' because... Well, I really don't know why. But, I've called it off, told her that I don't want to pretend anymore because I'm in love with someone else. I'm in love with Isabella Devine and you are all the first to hear it."

"My, how sweet," said the interviewer with a smile on her face. Zayn nodded his head.

"That's all I wanted to say," he concluded. The lady nodded and her and Zayn said their goodbyes and the interview was over. I sat there, shocked, not exactly sure what to think. I decided to text Niall.

'What just happened...'

I waited for his reply impatiently. Finally, he answered.

'He's in love with you, Isabella.'

'Yeah... I get that... Did Josh see?'

'Yes, why?'

'...... What does he think about it?'

'He seemed pretty relieved. I don't know. I don't really think he's mad at Zayn anymore.'

I smiled a little bit, then thought about what Zayn had said in the interview. "I have to call him..." I whispered to myself. I dialed his number and brought the phone to my ear. It rang a few times, then I heard his voice. "Hello, Zayn?"

"Isabella..." he sounded surprised, but relieved. I smiled.

"Zayn, I need to tell you something."

Right after I said that, there was a knock on the front door. "Hold on, Zayn," I said and got to my feet and hurried across the room to open the door. I stared at the figure standing on the door mat. I grinned and took a step forward as Zayn enveloped me in a hug.

"What'd you have to say?" he asked quietly.

"I'm in love with you," I whispered in his ear. He looked into my eyes and smiled, then slowly put his lips on mine, kissing me gently. I pulled away and giggled. Zayn brushed his thumb over my cheek and kissed my forehead. I held him tighter, wanting to stay right here in Zayn's warm embrace for as long as I could.