Looking For Trouble

It seemed that the noise grew louder and louder, messing my head, bringing me back into reality. Crushing everything down on me. Zayn's eyes were wide and incredibly chocolate brown, the shade I always loved to see, so bright and sparkly.
It came as shock to me, shaking my insides, stealing the peace away from me. The feeling I only felt with him. The reality was a bitch, I just realized that.

"Answer the phone," I breathed, sitting up in the bed and covering myself with a sheet under me. His eyes were still wide and confused, Adam's apple bobbing from nervousness.

Zayn's POV

I knew who was calling me. I knew the only one person who called me at night to see if I was okay. Even when I didn't care about the person, I felt guilty.
Nodding, I supported myself with my hands on the mattress and pushed myself back to stand up, digging in my back pocket for the phone. The vibrations of the phone buzzed on my sweaty palm and I looked at the screen, saying 'I knew it' to myself before I pressed the green headphone on the screen and answered the call.
She was worried.

"Where are you?" her voice was barely audible and I could sense that she was dying inside.

"Home," I answered coldly, looking down at Angela's pale face and scared ocean blue eyes. I didn't care at all. I didn't care that I made two girls worried.

"Wow, really? Okay Zayn," Barbara hissed on the other side of the line, probably running her fingers through that long, blonde hair of hers.

"Don't. Talk. To. Me. Like. That," I growled slowly and deeply, jaw clenching and eyes still looking down at my Angel.

"You can't fucking tell me what to do!" Barbara yelled and my anger grew bigger. My nostrils flared and eyebrows knitted together, the creases forming on my forehead. Angela's eyes widened and she backed away a little, clutching the sheet to herself and looking at me with scared eyes.

"Oh really?" I sounded calm. Too calm. "Do you remember what happened the last time you said that?" I hissed in the phone, teeth gritting because I knew that she remembered. She remembered the slap she had received from me, her arse being spanked violently by me.

"I-I..."

"That's right. I'll see you tomorrow."

And with that, I hung up and threw the phone beside Angela's body, never taking my eyes off her. Angela's scared eyes were clouded with jealousy and anger. Looking up at me with spite, she clenched her jaw and stood up, the sheet still wrapped around her.

"What have you done to her, huh?"

"Calm down,"I warned her in a calm tone.

"Guess what Zayn?" Angela spoke with fake enthusiasm, "I won't," she growled.

Angela's POV

"That's right. I'll see you tomorrow." he spoke

"What have you done to her, huh?"

"Calm down," Zayn warned me in a calm tone.

"Guess what Zayn?" I spoke with fake enthusiasm, "I won't," I growled.

I felt sick of his games, sick of his touches and fake words. Everything was fake when he belonged to the other girl, using my innocence and naivety to get what he wanted.

"I'm losing my patience, Angela. Go back to bed," he warned me again.

"No," I whispered, scared but brave. Picking up my underwear and jeans, I tried to walk away.

"Come. Back."

I didn't listen. I just clutched the sheet tighter and grabbed the door knob, twisting it and squealing in surprise when two large and strong hands that pleasured me not so long before grabbed me and spun me around, the clothes in my arms dropping to the floor once again.

"When I tell you to come back, you come back. You're not able to say 'No' to me," Zayn explained in his deep and strong Bradford accent.

"No," I whispered once again, pushing his buttons.

He grabbed my forearms and pulled me with him to the bed, sitting down on the mattress and throwing me over his knee. I was scared and confused, not knowing what he was capable of. What kind of monster he actually was. The devil.

"No? Is that so? Grab the pillow and don't speak unless I tell you to," he barked, ripping the sheet away from me and throwing it on the floor, looking at my thiighs.

"Z-Zayn what are you-"

SMACK!

I yelped and dug my fingers into the softness of his pillow, never experiencing that kind of pain. It scared me, why was he doing that?

"Did I allow you to speak?" he thundered and smacked his rough palm against my left ass cheek, leaving a print behind.

I remained silent as the tears prickled my eyes, his palm smacking my arse once again.

"I asked you a question!" he yelled in his deep voice, smacking me harder.

"N-No," I sobbed and choked on my own tears, grabbing the pillow tighter in my hands.

"Of course, babe... Why don't you listen to me?" Zayn slapped my right ass cheek, his rings hitting hard against my sensitive skin, hurting me more.

"Why?!" he yelled again, bringing his big palm on my ass, my body jolting forward and head digging into the pillow, muffling my sobs.

"I don't know! I'm sorry, stop it," I cried.

Zayn's POV

I stroked the red flesh gently, mesmerized by the perfection of her body. Moving my right palm down her left thigh while the left one rested on her back, I massaged her skin slowly. I purposely glided my fingers across her feminine folds, sensitive from my touch. Her body reacted immediately.

"You're gonna listen to me from now. Whenever you don't, you'll get punished," I slapped her arse again and dug my fingertips into the flesh that was red.

"I would ruin that tight pussy of yours right now, if you weren't a virgin. You wouldn't be able to walk..." I murmured and listened to her sobs getting quieter. "This is enough for now. Next time you disobey me, I'll spank you with my belt."
I pulled her up on her knees which were placed next to my right thigh on the mattress. Wiping the tears off her cheeks, I moved away the strands that stuck around her mouth and on her neck.

"My pretty, little Angel. Go to sleep now, I have to finish myself off," I whispered and placed a gentle, sweet kiss on her swollen lips, standing up and walking out of the room.

***






The sunlight was tickling my skin and swollen eyelids, hugging me in its warmth and wrapping itself around my tired body. My skin was burning on the soft sheets under me. Zayn's arms were wrapped very tightly around my waist, his bare chest pressed against my back and his long, muscular leg resting on mine to stop me for moving or escaping. He knew that I would try, he knew my every move in advance. The possessive side of him was always winning.
With a long sigh, I turned around and tried to lie on my back to find out that the burning sensation on my arse subsided over the night and my back didn't hurt so much. Zayn's hot breath swam across me already burning my skin, lips puffy and incredibly pink, looking so soft and kissable. He looked so innocent. His eyelashes were long and thick, almost resting on his cheeks, skin soft and smooth, hair messy and silky. I could see the strands shining on the sunlight, night black strands with pompadour blonde quiff rose resting on the pillow.
Shyly, my fingertips traced across his skin, from his forehead that had creases from frowning all the time, to his temple and down across his strong jaw.
Then it hit me; I didn't have nightmares. I didn't dream about my parent's death even though my body was burning under the sheets, my skin lightly sweaty. This was the first time in a long time I had slept well, felt peaceful and ready to face the day.

"Stop staring at me," he grumbled, eyelashes fluttering like delicate butterfly wings, eyes opening and irises shining under the gold light in his room, being bright and sparkly.
I quickly tried to move my hand but he caught it in his big and rough one, bringing it back on his cheek. Closing his eyes again, he puffed out peaceful sighs and guided my palm across his skin, up to his hair, letting my fingers to massage his scalp. Gently, like he was a little kitty that purred whenever he got attention, I massaged slowly, listening to him hum in approval with a small smile playing on his lips.

"We need to get up, we're gonna be late," Zayn spoke in his incredibly deep bradford accent voice, rough from sleep. I nodded when he opened his mesmerizing eyes. He placed his palm on my cheek, bringing our lips together in a kiss, slow and lazy one, both of us having morning breaths and giggling because we didn't care. We just wanted to kiss, to have a good start of the day.

"Let's go," Zayn smiled lazily and jumped out of the bed. I grabbed my jeans and underwear from the floor and put them on under the sheets so Zayn wouldn't see. But he saw everything, he had spanked me, for God's sake.

I found a simple white shirt in my backpack which I planned to wear at Erin's, but our plans had changed when we saw Zayn, and I ended up at his place. I quickly changed my black shirt from the last night into the white, long sleeved one, combing my hair with my fingers, trying to look more presentable.
Stuffing my black shirt into the backpack, I walked into the bathroom and washed my face. I found my black, baggy jacket and threw it on, wondering why my boots were under the table, but deciding not to ask Zayn anything.

"I'm ready," I told him and looked at what he was wearing; a manly-looking, long sleeves with red and with checkered patterns, a plain, white t-shirt and tight, denim jeans, along with his black converse. His hair looked more styled and pushed back, his pompadour quiff makes him look more adorable. He looked good anyway, with or without them.

"C'mon," He stuffed a pack of Red Marlboro, his phone and keys into the pockets as he walked
out of the apartment with me.

*** After calling my aunt and telling her that she was heading to school, I walked with Zayn into the building and to their lockers. I felt as if the people around wanted to look at us, but maybe they were too scared of what Zayn might do if he caught them staring. I felt a little bit better because of that.
Zayn's long fingers brushed mine's as we walked through the school, searching for Erin, Mike and Zayn's friends. Somehow, I wanted him to take my hand in his. I would feel safer and less nervous, but Zayn wasn't that kind of guy. I knew that the Devil would never change.
As they walked, I could hear his converse tapping against the cold floor, making noises from how heavy they were. I caught herself staring at the floor, embarrassed to look up.

"Zayn?" we heard a voice on our right side, small and gentle one, worried and shocked. Taking a deep breath, I looked up to be met by Barbara and her brunette friend. Barbara's sky blue eyes shone from the tears welling up in them, blonde hair rested on her chest in long, soft curls.
It would be better, I would feel much better and my chest wouldn't hurt if Zayn replied with a simple 'Hi'. But my heart broke and fell apart in my chest, hurting every piece of me.
"Hi babe," he smiled and walked towards his girlfriend, hugging her and pressing their lips together, shocking Barbara, me, Erin and Mike that stood right behind me. Our mouths were agape and jaw almost touching the floor.

With a gulp, I looked away and turned around to see Erin standing there with Mike. Mike's fists clenched hard, his eyes were angry just like Erin's.
Despite the aching feeling inside of my chest, I swallowed my tears and grabbed Erin's and Mike's forearms, walking away with them to the place where I didn't have to watch my boy kissing another girl.

Notes

I am so sorry for not updating this story of mine yesterday because my mom just loves hitting me and beating the shit out of me. Sorry guys. Sorry if I can't make a double update today but I hope you might like this chapter . Also sorry for the typos and grammatical errors.


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