Zayn's POV

I watched her every move- every single move she made, every time she inhaled and exhaled I could feel it, hear it. Her innocence was magnificent, something I had never seen before, and she looked just like a bubble of light in this dark town.
My eyes squinted towards her as I watched her long, brown hair fall down across her pink cheeks, creating a curtain of safety around her angelic face. I couldn't see her eyes, but I wanted to, so badly.
She had pale skin- something like ivory and long fingers around the cup of her steaming coffee, warming her up in the cold night. I only saw that, but I wanted more, I wanted to see all of her innocence. Slowly, she raised the brown, paper cup to her lips, and my breath hitched in my throat by the view of them. They were full, pink and juicy, and I could almost feel the taste of them on my tongue.
Gulping hard, my jaw clenched and I took a sip of my own coffee, watching her stand up and put on her dark, purple coat.
Then I saw her, tall and curvy, long legs, and her eyes...the most mesmerizing I had ever seen; belonging to an angel, made in heaven. Ocean blue and mysterious, decorated by long eyelashes.
She quickly looked up to me staring at her, she looks so really uncomfortable, so I looked away, she walked out of the warm café on the dark, cold London streets.

*** My smirk grew bigger when she moved the curtains across the windows, and I could see her silhouette in the light of her bedroom.
It would be really easy to climb on her balcony and get in, I could do whatever I wanted with her. And besides I saw her body anyway also I got her number.
Kill her?
Or even better, kidnap her?
"Sweet dreams, Angela Stevens," I spoke quietly to myself before I climbed into my car and drove away.

Notes

Hello This the first chapter hope all of you might love my story :)))