
Looking For Trouble
Chapter 11
"Fucking prick! That fucking asshole, I swear to god I'm gonna kill him! I don't give a fuck if he's dangerous or if I like his best mate," Erin growled and gritted her teeth, looking like an animal that was ready to attack. Her eyes were dark and cheeks flushed red from anger, hands curled into fists by her sides. It hurt me the same way it hurt my best friend; I couldn't believe how someone could be such a prick. A womanizer. Erin knew that I was naive and my heart was too big to hurt by Zayn in any way. Erin knew how much I liked him, despite the fact that he was in relationship (if you could even call it that way). I knew that he would hurt me, but I didn't know he'd hurt me so fast.
"Calm down, Erin. I'm angry too, but just try not to mess in this," Mike spoke in a cold and dangerous tone, trying to find his car keys in the pockets of his jeans.
"Hey wait, where have you been? Why you didn't attend the party?" Erin narrowed her angry eyes up at him, the wind blowing hard and messing with her auburn hair.
Mike sighed and grabbed his keys, unlocking his car and throwing his backpack in the back seat. He removed his Ray Bans and looked down at us, trying to make me look up from the ground. I was silent all day; at lunch, in the halls, in the classrooms, I just kept my head down. Not facing the world. Probably thinking how pathetic I was, why my heart broke in two pieces when Zayn was nothing to me. I felt weak.
"I had something important to do, that's all." Mike said.
"Really? Well, you called us on the party and you weren't there," Erin growled and placed her small hands on her hips, looking up at him with spite in her eyes. Mike chuckled deeply and shook his head, messing Erin's hair in a playful way.
"Don't be mad, babe. I promise I'll come tonight to the party," Mike promised and smiled down at her, and Erin knew he didn't lie.
Mike's POV
I had to do business for Zayn's gang, and soon I'd become the member of The Devils. The most powerful gang in whole England, the one that everyone was feared of. I was so close to be one of them, so close.
This night, The Devils were throwing a party, because it was the twenty third anniversary of their existence, the day when Zayn's father formed a gang. Of course, Angela thought that it was just another party, nothing more. She didn't have any idea about The Devils.
"I-I don't think I'll b-be there," she stuttered, not looking up.
Stuttered.
Again.
Angela thought that it was over with stuttering, but now she knew it'd never be.
"Angela, look at me. Please," I begged with love and sympathy in my eyes, cupping her soft, cold cheeks in my hands and forcing her to look up. I loved her like I loved my little sister; I wanted to protect her and Erin. And I couldn't stand watching her hurt and broken, I wanted to make her forget about Zayn and let him know she wasn't weak as he thought.
"You want to show Zayn that you don't care. That you're not broken. Come tonight, wear the prettiest dress you have and show him that you're not just another toy of his. Show him that you don't want or need him," I winked and smirked, kissing Angela's forehead and hugging her tightly.
Angela's POV
I was a mess inside. I couldn't stop thinking about Zayn and Barbara, and the way he played her. I wanted to cry and scream, but I remembered I was in school. Luckily, I didn't have any classes with Zayn or Barbara today, but it hurt me when I saw Barbara sitting next to Zayn in the canteen.
"I don't k-know Mike..."
"Angela, Mike is right this time. You should come, show him you're not weak. Maybe even flirt with the guys," Erin winked and giggled at her, bringing a smile to my face.
When I thought about it, it wasn't a bad idea. I wanted to let Zayn know that he didn't own me, and that I wouldn't be alone while he was with Barbara.
So I decided.
"Fine. I'll come."
***
Huffing, I frowned at my reflection in the mirror, not sure if it was too much. As always, I was unsure.
The dress was soft and navy blue, made from delicate cheer chiffon. I decided to put a black, studded belt just under my breasts so the dress didn't look plain, throwing on a short, leather jacket with studs and a golden necklace around my neck. But the dress was very short, despite the fact that it looked almost sweet and innocent, it was very short. If I bent, my arse would be on full view.
Shaking my head, I stepped in my black flats and fixed my curly hair, taking black liquid eyeliner to fix the cat lines on my eyelids.
"Wow. Holy shit, dammit," Erin cursed with her jaw dropping, eyes looking up and down my body. I finished fixing my make up and threw the eyeliner in the makeup bag, turning around to face Erin, straightening down my dress.
"You look so good!" Erin gasped and shook her head in disbelief, throwing a blazer over her navy blue dress.
"Thank you."
"I can't wait to see Zayn's face tonight," Erin grinned like a devil and took my hand in hers, pulling me out of the house.
***
The beat was heavy and loud, vibrating in my chest, shaking my whole body, sending vibrations all the way from my throat to my heels. The club looked expensive and huge, with three floors, and I noticed that the music was different on each floor. On the lowest one, where I was standing with Erin and Mike, played Techno. On the next one played Rap and on the highest one played R'n'B and Pop. The colors were different, lighting up the dark club and the people in it.
I was mesmerized by the view. The club was so crazy looking, so wild. There was a sea of dancing guys and girls, and I knew that if I lost Erin or Mike, I wouldn't be able to find them again.
"This floor is for everyone," Erin yelled over the music and into my ear, "The next one and the last one are VIP, you can see how they're looking down at us."
And it was true; the people were drinking and dancing, most of them leaned against the railing and looking down at the first floor.
"We're going on the third one, there's our party," Mike yelled and guided us through the mass of people, up the stairs. He said his name to the bouncers and informed them that two girls were with him. When the bouncers nodded and moved to the side to let us pass, my eyes caught his immediately, even when the floor was full of people. I found him and he found me right away.
Zayn's POV
My breath hitched in my throat and the glass of whiskey in my hand stayed untouched, body frozen as she walked towards me. I was completely mesmerized.
The music seemed to be so quiet and the millions of voices disappeared around me as I watched her, the glass still in my right hand, eyes following her long legs and curvy body, teeth gritting when I noticed the shortness of her almost innocent dress. She showed way too much skin that only I was allowed to see because she was MINE. Despite the fact that my fucking girlfriend sat here, I watched Angela walk towards me and I thought that she'd sit with me, but no, she just looked and walked past me, not saying anything, not greeting me.
My fingers tightened around the glass and my arm started to shake from how hard I was squeezing, the muscles ripping through my skin.
"Zayn stop, you'll break the glass," Louis spoke into my ear, his hand tapping my shoulder and causing me to stop.
My eyes were black from anger and my stupid heart thumped in my fucking chest as I looked at one of my best friends who knew everything. Who understood everything.
"How dare she?" I growled and gritted his teeth, slamming the glass down on the table I owned. I owned the whole club called after my gang, The Devils.
"Remember that you're the one who fucked up everything. I would act the same way if I was on her place. What, you thought that she'll jump in your lap after you kissed Barbara in front of her?" Louis laughed sarcastically, "Like hell she will."
I knew that Louis was right, and I didn't argue. Louis was always right. But that was me, I didn't like relationships, lovely couples, flowers and chocolate. I wasn't romantic, and I was Barbara's boyfriend just because I could fuck her whenever I wanted. I didn't want her to be MINE like how I wanted Angela. If I saw Barbara with another guy I wouldn't do anything, but if I saw Angela, my pretty little Angel with another guy...just thinking about someone's filthy hands on her made me want to kill. Really kill.
"I don't...” I sighed and shook my head, "She's mine Louis," I growled, "Mine."
"Yours? Man, when I say that Eleanor is mine, I don't go around and kiss other girl so she wouldn't get mad and I'd get to fuck her again. You can't sit on two chairs, someone's gonna steal one of them and you're gonna fall."
"Yes I can. I'm Zayn fucking Malik. She should be kissing my feet and throwing herself at me, but no, she's so fucking difficult, thinking that she's special and that I can't have her," I growled and took a sip of my whiskey, the strong liquid burning my throat and calming me somehow.
"But man, she is special," Louis smiled. "She'll never be like other girls, she respects herself. And your name doesn't mean anything to her, she doesn't know who you are. And if she knew, it wouldn't make any difference. If you want her, you need to fight for her."
"I'm not gonna fight for anyone. I don't have to fight for someone who's already mine," I chuckled
and looked at my best friend.
"Oh, but she's not yours and you know that. She can fuck right now with someone who's not you because she can. Because you're not her boyfriend and she's not...your girl," Louis shrugged and took a sip of his beer, moving his arm around Eleanor's waist and smiling down at her.
"She is fucking mine!" I growled and felt Barbara's body tense next to me, afraid of my next move. Of course she'd heard everything but she wasn't and never would be in position to question me or to yell on me. She knew that she didn't mean anything.
"Whatever man, you know I'm right." Louis decided not to argue anymore and kissed the top of El's head, giving her all of his attention.
The worst thing was that I knew Louis was right, but I couldn't fight with myself.
Running my fingers through my hair, I stood up and saw Louis wink at me, nodding his head.
"Where are you going?" Barbara yelled over the music and looked up at me.
Chuckling, I raised my eyebrows with a fake smile on my lips, "Excuse me?"
Gulping, Barbara shook her head and looked away; fixing the black dress she wore to please me. As if she can. And it pleased me until I saw Angela.
Angela was actually having fun with Mike, Erin, Niall, Liam and Sophia, the girl she just met. Liam informed everyone that she was his girl and Angela could see how proud he was, wearing a huge smile on his face.
"...and I warned him to not do that!" Sophia laughed and looked at her boyfriend, "But he didn't listen. And almost burned the house."
"I will never do that again," Liam promised and pecked Sophia's full lips as everyone laughed at the story.
Angela felt good as the laugh shook her body, eyes almost full of happy tears.
I walk towards her.
"Having fun without me?" I smirked and moved my hands into the pockets of my tight jeans, leaning against the table with my elbow.
Angela gulped and looked at me.
"I always have fun when you're not here," Angela replied harshly, not knowing that she shouldn't talk to me on that way.
Frowning, I looked at her perfectly pale face and flushed cheeks, eyes darkening even more and jaw clenching and moving as I chewed the gum that had lost its taste. Oh, she thought she was so brave...silly girl.
"I want to talk to you," I demanded, not asking if she wanted to. Angela raised her eyebrows at me, a smirk playing on her lips as if I said something ridiculous.
"I don't think so."
I chuckled at her and shook my head, not believing how far I let her go. No one had tried to do something like that, and I never let them do it, but that was Angela, and I knew I'd put her in place sooner or later.
I pushed myself with my elbow and brushed my lips across her earlobe, smirking when I felt her shudder. "Don't play with me, Angel. A glass of alcohol doesn't make you strong. Come," I growled, "with me. Or I'll make you, and it won't be nice."
I wrapped my fingers around her knuckle and felt how scared she suddenly was, surrendering and leaving the table with me. I walked with her down the stairs and to the lowest floor, out of the club and on the private parking lot.
Pushing her against the cold, grey wall, I hissed and grabbed her chin between my fingers, forcing her to look at me in the eyes.
"Playing brave, are we?" I laughed evilly and shook my head. "Oh Angel, you can't even imagine how I'm going to punish you."
Angela was scared and sober, eyes wide and completely dark under the moonlight, shiny and mysterious as always. The fear, however, wasn't big enough to make her stutter as always.
"You won't touch me."
"Not yet. I have to tell you something important." I let go of her chin and placed my hands on the wall behind her head, looking at the mystery of her eyes, not allowing myself to get lost in them.
"Do you know what the party is about?"
"Getting drunk?"
I laughed, shoulders jumping up and down, eyes almost closed. When my laugh died down, I looked in her eyes again, our noses almost touching from the closeness.
"Tonight is the twenty third anniversary of The Devils. Do you know what's The Devils, my little Angel?"
"No."
"It's a gang."
Angela shivered.
"And do you know who's the leader?"
"N-No." She was scared.
"I am."
The silence surrounded us.
"Surprised? Scared?" I smirked as if it wasn't a big deal. I liked that I, oh so suddenly, made her scared and weak.
"I-I..." She couldn't speak.
"Oh, and your best friend, Mike. He's joining us. The boys probably told him now."
"N-No..." she whispered, looking down at her feet, eyes clouding with tears.
"You just keep saying 'No', " I chuckled and moved my right hand from the wall to push her chin
up, forcing her to look at me. The tears almost fell from her eyes, but she tried her best to stop them, knowing that one more hurtful word was enough to make them fall.
"T-The boys?"
"Liam, Niall, Louis and Harry. All of them are in my gang. Do you know Will? He's in, too. And tonight, your best friend joined us. And if I tell him to steal you and bring you to my place, he'll do it. I control him. I control everything and everyone in this place. And I control you."
"No you don't. M-Maybe you control B-Barbara but you don't control m-me."
"Barbara? She's just a decoration to my lunch table, baby." I said
"Will you ever understand?" I whispered. "Okay baby girl, let me ask you a few questions." I brushed my cold fingertips across her right cheekbone, looking at her eyes, mesmerized by the darkness of her long eyelashes.
"O-Okay."
"Would you let me fuck you 'till you see the stars whenever I need it?"
"N-No."
"Of course not, baby girl. Of course not..." I whispered and brushed my now cold nose across her cheek, eyes closed. I realized that I could only talk to her if I was gentle, so I did that. And I liked it, she was warm and flushed. And so soft under my touch.
"Of course you wouldn't let me fuck you like that. Rough and hard. You're still a virgin," I whispered, "so pure and innocent. And I'm glad that I'm the first and only one to touch you. I'm so glad..." "Hmm, you are a virgin. But you like to get fucked by my fingers, don't you, baby?"
My voice was a whisper, low, slow and seductive. Angela's cheeks burned . Her breath was heavy and and hard.
"You like my fingers and tongue, don't you? Fucking you so good and nice...exploring you..." I whispered , receiving a whimper from Angela, my lips touching hers.
"Tell me, would you like to be fucked like a whore? Would you like to feel my dick filling and destroying your tight, little pussy? Like a whore?" I hissed and rubbed my crotch against hers, not believing how someone could make me hard by not doing anything.
"No..." Angela whispered and titled her head to the side.
"Of course not, Angel...my baby..." I brushed my lips across her sweet neck, "you're not a whore. And you'll never be treated like one. That's why I'm with Barbara. I can fuck her, and I can't you...well, I can...but you won't let me...yet." "But baby, I'm ending that with her. I'll prove you that you're mine," I sucked on her sweet spot, a quiet mewl escaping her lips.
Angela's POV
"Of course not, Angel...my baby..." he brushed his lips across my neck, "you're not a whore. And you'll never be treated like one. That's why I'm with Barbara. I can fuck her, and I can't you...well, I can...but you won't let me...yet." "But baby, I'm ending that with her. I'll prove you that you're mine," I was aroused so much, feeling dirty and hot because I was turned on by his dirty talking. My fingers moved up to the silkiness of his hair and I tugged a little, Zayn groaning and pressing his body against mine, our lips finally meeting halfway.
I hated how easily I could forgive him everything. Hated how weak he made me feel, yet so good and free. How much he played with me then made me his. I always gave in. I couldn't resist him.
"Mmm baby..." he moaned into the kiss and broke it, pecking my lips twice before he looked at me in the eyes.
We just stared at each other for a moment before the door of the club opened and Louis stumbled out with Niall.
"Man, where the hell- fuck. Hurry, there's a huuuge mess back there," Louis gestured with his hands, "Erin and Barbara are fighting. I think they're gonna kill each other."
Notes
Oh I love that picture of Lily and Zayn(not that realistic but still!)
btw, people Lily Collins is Angela and Zayn as himself :))))
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