"Dad? Mum?!" A fifteen year old I coughed and I squinted my eyes in attempt to look through the thick, grey smoke. They itched, and I felt the tears tickling them from the smoke. I tried to breathe, but every time I inhaled my sensitive, young lungs filled with the carbon dioxide. I couldn't breathe, my lungs protested and I coughed in my fist, walking through the door of my bedroom and trying to reach my parent's room. Brian's and my parent's bedrooms were down the hall, but the fire was licking our doors, and it was just a matter of time before it spreads and blocks the way to the stairs. I had to run.
"Brian! Mum, dad! Where are you?!" I yelled and my eyes started to itch more, the tears falling down my cheeks. I got down on my front and crawled under the smoke to the stairs, knowing that I could breathe under the smoke a little more. Grabbing a wooden rail, I felt the fire coming closer and my ears heard the loud sirens, eyes squinting and lungs begging for more oxygen. But it was too hot. My body was too hot.
Then I saw him, Zayn. Standing in the fire with his eyes red and evil, looking down at my helpless body. The devil.
And with the last breath left, my heavy eyelids closed and body relaxed completely, the fire spreading more and killing the people I loved along with the one big part of my heart.

Zayn's POV

"Angela? Fucking hell, wake up!" I yelled and shook her body again until she gasped and opened her eyes, swallowing the oxygen in like every time after that nightmare. She breathed deeply and loudly, trying to expand her lungs and swallow the oxygen as much as it was possible.

"Deep breath. That's it, good girl," I cooed and pulled her close to sit with me, wrapping an arm around her and petting her hair with my right hand. Angela breathed really loudly, she was gasping. Like she couldn't get enough.

"Breathe baby. Be a good girl for me, cmon," I whispered and kissed the top of her head, letting her rest against my shoulder. "That's my girl."
Managing to breathe through her nose normally, she huffed in exhaustion, blinking slowly and pressing her fingers on the kiss mark tattoo on my chest, tracing her fingertips across the ink and sensitive skin. With a smile, she realized it was new.

"What happened to you?"

"It was just a nightmare. Nothing important."

"Angela, I swear to god...” I looked down at her, "Don't lie to me, Angel."


Angela's POV

"Don't lie to me, Angel." he looked down at me.

Swallowing the thick lump in my throat, I looked up at his gorgeous brown eyes, knowing that he was worried. Knowing that he cared. But I didn't have a heart to tell him that I dreamed about my family's death and that he was the devil who just stared at me in the fire. Who was evil.

"It's fine, I promise. I'm so tired," I yawned, "I want to sleep."

Zayn didn't buy it. My lies. He knew that I am lying and I see that it bothered him, he just nodded and laid down on the soft bed with me in his arms, pressed tightly against him and safely hidden from the rest of the world.


***
Sundays were never sunny. Every time I woke up and it was Sunday, the sun was hidden behind the thick clouds and that day just sucked.

Opening my eyes, I was met by the pair of brown ones, looking down at me, his head resting on his palm and supporting himself with his elbow resting on the pillow right next to my head. Pink lips were soft-looking and puffy, eyes wide and glossy, skin perfectly smooth and creamy. His hair were looking like they were made from silk, night black and messy, pushed back and letting me know that he ran his hand through it.

"Good morning'," Zayn spoke in a very deep and raspy voice which I found sexy.

"Good morning."

"Are you still tired?" He brushed his rough fingers across my cold, cheeks.

"No," my voice was heavy, "its fine now. I'm fine."
Nodding, he still looked down at my eyes, touching my cheek slowly.

"You're eyes are very bright now. They're usually just blue," Zayn wasn't good at describing.
Smiling softly, I leaned against his touch, "Yeah, they're very bright when I wake up, when I'm happy and when it's sunny."

"It's nice."

He breathed slowly and calmly just like me moving his index and middle finger down my cheek to my jaw, tracing the bone , moving down to my neck and down...to my collarbone.
Leaning down, his soft lips touched my chest, my dress messed from sleeping and twisted around so the front of it was under my right armpit. He didn't mind, so he tugged it down to reveal my black strapless bra, a plain one without lace or decorative crystals. He look at my chest. His palm massaging one of them slowly and gently.
My eyes were wide and lips parted, looking down at him and tensing my body, not ready for him to...take me.
Sensing my nervousness, he stopped touching me and looked up at me, "I'm not going to fuck you, yet. I just wanna kiss."
Sighing, I relaxed and moved my fingers into his hair, soft and thick, moving between my fingers. I tugged a little and he groaned, kissing my collarbones softly, his mouth wet and opened, leaving huge, damp kisses on my skin. It felt nice.
Zayn moved his kisses to my neck, kissing and rolling his bubblegum tongue against the skin, making the goose bumps cover it and a chill run down my spine since I was ticklish and sensitive, finding his every kiss pleasurable. My fingers dag deeper into his hair when he started sucking softly on my sweet spot, the first one he found, making silent noises with his lips. The noises echoed the silent room, barely audible but I could hear them clearly, my stomach warming up and waking the butterflies, their wings fluttering up and down my stomach. Our cheeks rested against each other, pressing lightly, my arms moving up and wrapping around his neck, knuckles crossed and hands resting in his hair, his face nuzzling in my neck after he was satisfied by the hickey he left on it, his breath warm and comfortable.
I almost said those three words, but I swallowed them back, knowing that I should never tell him I love him. But moments like that one, in the bed with him just kissing and hugging, being lazy and comfortable, my heart just warmed up and wanted to scream how much it loved him.

"My little Angel. Angela- Angel," he hummed like he was singing, "My Angel hmmm Angel my Angel," he moved his head side to side against my neck, tickling me with his hair and making me giggle, hugging him tighter and swaying our bodies side to side on the bed.

"Someone likes to sing."

Zayn frowned. Growling, he bit my neck a little roughly and made me gasp in surprise and pain, moving my head away like a reflex.

"Why did you do that?"

He moved up and looked down at me, eyebrows furrowed. "You think I'm soft."
Shaking my head, I frowned just like him. "No. You never will be. I know that, don't worry."
It kind of didn't feel nice when I said that he never will be soft…

"Good," he kissed my lips, "now I have a surprise for you. Close your eyes."
Fixing my dress back on its normal place, I sighed and closed my eyes, feeling him get up from the bed.

"Take my hand, you need to get up."

Blindly, I searched up for it and caught it, his fingers wrapping tightly around my hand and pulling me up gently, making my feet touch the cold floor.

"We're walking now." Zayn moved behind me and pulled my both arms to rest crossed against my stomach, hands in his rough ones. His arms were crossed on top of mine and chest pressed against my back, slowly walking forward to the glass wall.
He brushed his lips on my earlobes. "You know I always love snow."

"Open your eyes," he whispered.

Fluttering my eyelashes, I was met by the brightness of the daylight, sky grey but full of snowflakes, the thick and big ones which were dancing quickly down on the city, the streets and roofs covered with a thick coat of snow.

"It's snowing!" I gasped. "Oh my god, it's snowing!"

A grin on my face was visible and it replaced the sun that didn't shine that cold and grey Sunday, warming up his whole world.

"Yes baby, it's snowing," he murmured and kissed my left cheek, resting his chin on my shoulder.

We weren't exactly sure how long we stood there but we didn't feel the time. I was in his hands, looking at the snow, mesmerized and unable to stop with our minds far away from reality.

*** Brushing the snowflakes off my hair, I stopped in front of the door to get rid of the snow on my black flats from the last night, holding Zayn's backpack with my dress and jacket in it, opening the door and being welcomed by the warmness.

"Angela honey! Where were you? I had a feeling that you moved away in Erin's house," my aunt
Cathy pouted and frowned, hugging me tightly and pressing her short and warm body against my tall and freezing one.

"Sorry aunt, Erin just needed me. She broke up with her boyfriend so..." I kicked off my flats and smiled at Cathy.

"Oh, okay. Wait honey, you're not stuttering anymore."
I stopped in my tracks and realized the same thing Cathy did; I wasn't stuttering anymore.

"Yeah. Wow."

"I'm glad sweetie. That means you finally let go of your past. That's nice," Cathy smiled and walked in the kitchen with me. I frowned and nodded, somehow happy because I finally could move on. I was free.

"Coffee?"

"Yes, please."

While my aunt prepared the drinks I stood there and stared into space, thinking about how to tell her about Zayn. We didn't date, but still...we were very close, like a couple.

"Um Cathy, I need to tell you something."

Cathy raised her eyebrows and smiled, handing me a cup of coffee and taking the other one for herself.

"I...there's this boy...um..."

"You have a boyfriend?" Cathy's eyes widened from happiness, dyed, ginger strand of hair tucked behind her ear.

"Um no...He’s not my b-boyfriend, but...I really l-like him so..." Crap. I was nervous and embarrassed, hands shaking and sweating against the cup.

"Okay then. I'll meet him when he finally decides to be your boyfriend." She smiled and made me sigh in relief; Cathy knew how I felt.

"Thank you."

Nodding, Cathy sipped on her coffee and walked past me, shouting that she needed to finish some papers for tomorrow, something about the work. That reminded me that I needed to study.

Finishing my coffee, I washed the cup and left it on the counter to dry, walking away to my bedroom. I still had Zayn's too big sweats on me which Cathy didn't pay attention to (luckily), and it smelled of him, my dress and jacket tucked in the black Nike backpack. I opened it and took the clothes, placing them in the wardrobe and his backpack on the chair. I didn't want to take off his sweats, feeling too comfortable in it.

Taking my notebook, math book and a pencil, I sat down on the bed and started to study. I was very bad at maths but I did my damn best to understand as much as it was possible, not knowing when I will need those math operations in my life.
However, I huffed and kept studying, still unable to stop thinking about Zayn who had work to do. Something about The Devils. Gulping, I closed my eyes and massaged my aching temples, praying in myself for him to be okay.
Praying that nothing will happen to him.

Notes

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