Zayn's POV

I grunted and punched the guy's face once again, knuckles aching, fingers covered in a deep color of blood that belonged to the man against the dirty wall. Panting, the man covered his damaged face with bulky, tattooed arms, trying to protect himself from the hurtful punches that I was throwing.
With the last punch on the man's temple, I breathed hard and with wide, angry eyes watched the man falling down on the floor and lying on the floor. My hands fumble for the cold metal on my back and pointed it at him.

“P-please… don’t” he begged.

“Why would I?” I smirked.

“P-please don’t…” he attempts to stand on his feet but I kicked his chest and he fell on the ground, coughing with blood.

“You’re pissing me off!” I pulled the trigger and the bullet rushed into his chest and more amount of blood is spilling on the ground, staining the white snow with red patches of blood. I spit on his body and walked away.
The gun that I am holding right now should be disposed right away, so I threw it on the river and it sank into the bottom right away.
I killed many times, and that wasn't something unusual for me. I used guns, knives and my own hands to kill a person. There were so many ways to kill, every of them cruel and disgusting, but I learned to live with that. My life wasn't a fairy tale; my parents were god knows where, my sister, Waliyha, killed by the hands of a gang. The bald man on the floor was the leader of that gang, a cruel person who didn't care about anyone.
Sadly, I had become the same.
Huffing, I grabbed my phone and dialed Niall's number, blood prints covering the touch screen of my iPhone. Pressing the phone to my ear, I turned around and paced, the only thing I could hear was my ragged breathing and the beeping sound inside my phone.
On the fifth ring Niall picked up.

"Hm man?" Niall grunted and I imagined him sleeping in the bed alone like always, rubbing his cold blue eyes with the back of his hand and looking around the room like lost.

"Are you seriously sleeping?" I almost growled, raising my eyebrows even when my friend couldn't see me. I wanted to run my fingers through my messy hair and my hand stopped in the air when I realized that it was covered in disgusting man's blood. I almost hissed at the sight; my hands were dripping with blood.

"Yea man, what's up? Dammit I can't even sleep now..."

"...I killed him."

"Who, man?" he shouted from the other line.

"The fucking leader of Tornadoes!" I yelled and the loud sound of the cars on London's cold streets.

"Holy shit. Holy shit." Niall cursed.

"Yes. It's over. Finally. But I feel...like there's still something more. Like I didn't finish something." I talked about the revenge, walking down the street and shooting death glares to the people who dared to look at me and my bloody hands. My eyes scanned the street and I quickly crossed it, walking through the alley and looking up at the buildings around me.

"You got your revenge. She's dead man, you need to accept that."

"I know."

"Where are you? I'm surprised you're not with your Angel." Niall teased.

Niall's POV

"Where are you? I'm surprised you're not with your Angel." I teased. with a smirk on his face, throwing the clothes on the bed and placing a hand on my hip, looking around to find my dog tag necklace. The one that every member of The Devils had.
I can almost see his smile from the other line. And he knew that I teased him. "My Angel is sleeping now."

"You've gone too soft." I shook my head and lifted the pillows on my bed, opening the drawer and finally finding the necklace with two tags. I observed it and traced my thumb across the letters in it, smiling to myself and observing the other tag with pride, reading my name on it. I was proud to be a member of The Devils.

"I'm not soft. I just killed a man, for fucks sake!"

"Is it a big deal for my little Zayney Wayney?"

"You know it's not. Don't push me, Horan," Zayn growled and I stopped teasing, nodding lightly to myself and putting the necklace around my neck, feeling the cold tags against my warm skin.

"Where are you?"

Zayn's POV

"Where are you?"

"I..." Fuck. I turned around and realized that I was looking at Angela's flat; the lights were off in her room. "Good girl" I thought in myself and smirked, forgetting about Niall just for a second.

"Fuck Niall, I'm in front of her flat."

Niall's POV

"Fuck Niall, I'm in front of her flat."

I furrowed my eyebrows and stopped with changing my clothes. "Man do you love her?" I blurted out, eyes wide in the dark.

"You really are crazy. Go back to sleep, it's obvious that you need it."

"No, no...I mean, maybe its okay if you do lo-"

"Niall! I said. I. Don't. Love. Her. Go fuck with Erin or something."
I chuckled and grinned lazily, remembering my little fire. She was a live fire and I liked it very much. I liked how wild she was. Every time I thought about her (which was very often) my stomach warmed up. My head felt light, like I was high. She had a weird effect on a cold man like me.

"I wish."

"Well do something about it, for fucks sake. Where are your balls? Are you one of The Devils or not?"

I laughed a little bit louder and stayed only in my boxers, laying down in the bed again with the necklace around my neck.

"Damn, I am. But whenever I talk to her we argue. She's impossible."

"It's because you're two different worlds. Just like Angela and I."

"Yeah..."

Zayn's POV

I crouched down and cleaned my bloody hands with the snow, watching white turn to red on the ground covered in thick snowflakes. Once I was clean, I stood up to hear the snow squeak under my feet, grabbing the stone fence of her balcony. With one foot between the poles I easily lifted myself up and jumped over the fence and onto her balcony. Luckily for me, she didn't lock the door.

"I gotta go. I'm in front of her bedroom."

"Bedroom?"

"I jumped on her balcony."

"You devil..." Niall laughed. "Okay then, bye."

"Bye man."

I hung up and put the phone in the pocket of my leather jacket, smelling the snow in the air and shaking the snowflakes out of my lightly wet hair. I stomped in front of her balcony door to remove the snow from my boots, and then I pushed the door quietly, stepping in the heavenly warmness of her bedroom.
Everything smelled like her. On the fresh laundry, clean sheets and the lace curtains on her windows which smelled on spring flowers. I walked further in, my eyes softening at the sight in front of me; my angel was sleeping in the bed covered in black sheets, her hair sprawled out on the white, silk pillow and her chest slowly rising up and down. I looked around the room, spotting the books and papers on her table, knowing that she'd been studying. Then I saw something like sketches, eyes, figures, nature...I didn't know she could draw.
I examined one of the drawings closely, the moon shining bright and allowing me to see in the dark, my eyes looking down at me on the white paper. She draws me. And I looked the same on the picture; the same hair, angry eyes and furrowed eyebrows, the necklaces around my neck and tattoos covering my arm. She fucking draw me.
Smiling to myself, I placed the drawing back on its place and moved across the room, opening one of the drawers and realizing it was for her underwear. I spotted white cotton and black lace, dying to take it but deciding to respect her. She wouldn't be happy if she found out I looked through her underwear.
Closing the drawer, I realized I tried my best to be quiet, slowly walking towards the bathroom. After I washed my hands properly, I walked out and watched her sleep. Standing next to her bed, I removed my leather jacket and placed it on the chair, lying down next to my angel. Her breathing was calm, very calm. I circled my arm around her waist and felt her curves, nuzzling my head between her shoulder and neck, closing my eyes peacefully.

Angela's POV

I changed my breathing when I felt something strange tickle my skin, and I opened my eyes slowly, realizing it was night. Blinking slowly, I looked at the right side to find him curled up against me, almost like he was trying to find protection in. His hair was damp and he was cold, body pressed against mine tightly and eyes closed.
I ran my fingers through his hair, not knowing what the hell he was doing in my bed in the middle of the night. Pressing my lips against his cold forehead, I took the blanket from I body and shared it with him, wrapping us in a ball under the warm material and lying on my right side to cuddle with him. My arms wrapped around him and his wrapped around me, the warmness of my skin being a contrast to his cold one. He hid his face inside of my chest and inhaled deeply and calmly.
Sighing in comfort, I pressed our bodies together and threw my left leg around his, wrapping his cold body in the blanket of warmness and peace. He kissed the skin of my chest and wrapped his arms tighter around me, humming to himself.

Zayn's POV

Even when I knew that I shouldn't do it, I smiled softly and let the sleep overtake me while I lay in her arms.

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Zayn's POV

"What are you doing in my bed?" she smiled and rested her head against my chest, tracing her palm across the abs on my stomach.

"I don't know. I just came in."

"How?"

"The balcony. You didn't close it."

"Where have you been?"

I went silent, not knowing how to reply and not to scare her. She was very vulnerable and soft, and she won't be able to accept the truth. If I told her that I killed someone, she would run away.

"Out. Don't worry about that," I replied somehow harshly, feeling her freeze in my arms and gulp, careful not to push me.

"Okay," she whispered, not able to push away the fact that she was scared.
I kissed the top of her head and started to think. One day, she'll find out about everything, because the truth always wins. And what will happen when she finds out about the devil in her arms, the one that killed and ruined many lives? Will she care about me after she finds out?

"School. Get up," she murmured and moved away from me, standing up and walking across the room. I watched her open the drawer with her underwear with a smirk on my face, thinking about what she'll choose. Black, seductive lace or white, innocent cotton? I imagined her wearing knickers which were made of silk and decorative lace, my mind going wild. I needed to stop.
Closing the drawer, she turned around and opened her wardrobe, pulling out the outfit she'll wear to school that day.

Angela's POV

"Wait here," I smiled and locked the door of the bathroom, thanking to god that Cathy was on the work and that my bedroom door were locked the last night.
Grabbing the hem of my purple pajamas, I pulled the top over my head and unclasped the plain, creamy bra I wore last night. Slipping my thumbs under the waistband of my bottoms, I pulled the polka-dotted material down my legs and kicked it away, pulling my panties and discarding the soft, black fabric on the floor. Standing naked, I opened the glass door of the shower and stepped in, turning the water on and making it warm, feeling it on my skin. I relaxed immediately, running my long fingers through my hair and taking a bottle of shampoo. It smells like mixed berries. Massaging it in my hair and scalp, I created lather on my head and then took a bottle of my favorite jasmine and coconut shower gel, massaging my skin with the liquid.
After I conditioned my hair and felt how silkier it became, I stepped out of the shower and dried my body with a navy blue towel, wrapping my wet hair in it. Putting my underwear on, I took a bottle of coconut lotion and moisturized my dry skin, feeling fresh and clean. My outfit was very simple: a dark red, knitted sweater and black, skinny jeans. I placed my favorite black beanie on after I dried my hair, taking a black watch and golden necklace to finish my outfit. My black, leather boots with studs were on my feet and my make up was done quickly, the only thing I needed was a black bag.
Leaving the bathroom, I felt the cold air brush my skin, and I saw the balcony door were open. Walking slowly towards it, I leaned against the door frame and faced Zayn's muscular back, left hand on the fence and another one holding a cigarette. He exhaled the dirty smoke out in the fresh, winter air, and every time he breathed he created a fog visible on the cold air.

Zayn's POV

I felt her presence and turned around, smirking at her and offering my hand. She smiled softly and took it in her warm one, her body being pulled close to me and pressed against mine.
I smelled the familiar scent of jasmine and coconut on her skin, my insides warming up on a strange way, the flames licking my stomach and being stronger than the butterflies. I frowned and pulled away, turning around and bringing the half finished cigarette back to my lips. I pushed her away. I didn't let her under my skin, I couldn't do it. It was a huge risk because she could get hurt so easily with me.
Angela's heart sank and she looked down at her feet, playing with her fingers nervously.

"Are you hungry?"

"No."

"O-Okay then, l-let's go," she stuttered from nervousness and she gulped, looking up at me. Angrily, I threw the cigarette outside on the snow and gritted my teeth, looking at her with angry eyes.

"Don't fucking stutter," I growled and stepped closer to her, her stuttering annoying me. But I didn't know why she actually stuttered.
Whimpering, she nodded and looked down, shaking like a little lamb in front of me.

"I'm sorry..."

"What's wrong?" I frowned again and clenched my jaw, hating her act like that. I didn't do anything bad to her and she was acting like a fucking baby.

"N-Nothing..."

"Don't fucking stutter, it's annoying me!" I roared at her making her yelp and jump.

"I-I can't!" she sobbed and the tears fell down "I-I can't stop it. I-I can't...you d-don't understand."

Shaking my head, I watched her cry with disgusted face expression, hating her for pretending. Whenever I wasn't all flowers and hearts she fucking cried like a baby.

"Let's just go," I huffed and walked past her in the apartment.

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