Zayn has been avoiding me all day. I decided to talk to him because I wanted to be good with him and he was very stubborn. Knowing that he would never make a first move, I moved closer to him and rested my head against his broad shoulder, looking up at him. Zayn stopped eating for a second to look down at the me. His brown eyes met my blue ones and I smiled up at him, brushing my nose against the muscle of his shoulder and looking up at him again.
He couldn't be angry anymore. I know I was impossible to ignore, impossible to resist and he just couldn't avoid me all the time.
"What do you want?" he grumbled and acted like he was angry at me.
I pouted so adorably and blinked at him and battered my eyelashes.
"You don't talk to a bunny like that," I spoke in a cute, little voice, Zayn's eyes softening and heart warming up. Yes, the gang leader's heart was warm.
"Bunny?"
"Bunny," I nodded.

Zayn's POV

I chuckled and cleaned my fingers with a napkin, hugging her close to me and letting her nuzzle against my neck and hug me tight. I didn't pay attention to my friends anymore or if they felt uncomfortable watching us; I wanted to have her in my arms. I missed the feeling so much. It made me feel strong when I knew that I was protecting someone.
"Bunny. My little bunny, kitten, angel," I smiled and kissed the top of her head, petting her silky hair and running my fingers through her curls, feeling them bounce back on the place again.
Tilting her head up, our noses brushed and lips pressed together, fitting perfectly, moving on the way we liked it. Her lips were so soft and sweet.
I licked her lower lip, and just when she wanted to part her lips Mike cleared his throat and she jumped away from me.
"I am very sorry to interrupt you but if you're horny go fuck. That's what I do when I'm horny," he smirked and I growl quietly, eyes glittering with anger. He knew he shouldn't push me, but he loved to tease Angela.

Angela's POV

I gulped nervously and looked down at my lap, playing with my knitted sweater and pulling the sleeves down to cover my hands, just to distract myself.
Zayn noticed that while glancing at me, and he grabbed my hand in his big one and stopped me, making me sigh and relax.
"Do you wanna ditch?" he murmured and smirked down at me.
"A-Again?" I stuttered then cleared my throat, knowing how much it annoyed Zayn.
"Again?" I repeated in unsure tone.
"Yeah."
"But the teachers..."
"You're with me, bunny. The teachers aren't in position to do anything and you know that," he winked at me and let go of my hand, finishing his sandwich.
"I know, but this is our last year...only five months until we finish high school."
"Don't worry," he growled after swallowing the food in his mouth. "They won't and can't do anything. And this is the last class we have."
I nodded but couldn't help myself. I started to worry. What I am going to do after high school? Is my future with Zayn? Will we be together when we go to college?
I felt the ache in my chest, only five months until we finish the school. I wanted so badly to stay with him. But what if he doesn't want to go to college?
"Angela? Are you coming or not?" Zayn woke me up from my day dreaming and I nodded quickly, standing up and hugging my friends quickly, leaving with Zayn next to me. His hand found mine and I smiled softly when his fingers intertwined with mine. We walked slowly out of the classroom and into the long hall, enjoying the comfortable silence. I wondered what he wanted to do with his life. I wanted to know his favorite color, music taste, favorite food, if he had any hobbies. I didn't know anything about him but I felt like we are together for so long. We just understood each other. Even when he still didn't ask me to be his girlfriend I felt like I already was.
"Zayn, what's your favorite color?" I asked when we got into his car. He turned on the engine and looked at me like I said something hilarious.
"Excuse me?"
"Um, what's your favorite color?"
Zayn looked straight at the road with a small smile tugging at his lips.
"My favorite color is blue."
I grinned and my eyes widened, looking at him with surprise. "Really? It's my favorite, too. But I like green, white, black and purple, too."
"Any specific shade?" I asked
"Like your eyes. Like sapphire. Or the calming blue of the ocean." I blushed and looked down at my lap when he chuckled, shaking his head and smirking.
"Really?"
"Um..."
I nodded and remained silent, knowing what he meant. He was too dark for me. Too evil. But I stopped looking at him like a monster; he was something that was good in my life. My guardian angel even though he’s the devil. Someone who didn't believe in himself but who believed in me.
"What's your favorite food?"
Zayn huffed and ran his fingers through the thick strands of his blonde quiff. "Hm...I don't know, maybe chicken."
"Stop reading my mind. It's my favorite meal. That and pasta with mushroom sauce."
"That sounds good."
"It is. Do you want me to make it?"
"Do you have time?"
"I can call my aunt so..."
"Okay, sure."
I dug into my black bag and found my phone, dialing Cathy's number and pressing the phone to my ear. It rang five times before she answered.
"Yes?"
"Hi aunty!"
"Hi baby, is everything okay?"
"Um yeah...um...I...my friend asked me if I could cook him that recipe I really like so, um, can I go?"
"And who's that friend?"
I looked at Zayn who kept smirking like the devil, looking straight at the road and almost laughing at me.
"It's Zayn."
"And who's Zayn?"
"Um..."
Zayn chuckled and looked for a second at my scared face.
"Give me the phone for a moment."
I wasn't sure should I trust him but I nodded and said to my aunt that Zayn wanted to talk to her, handing the phone to him.
"Hello? Mrs. Cathy?"
"Hello Zayn."
"I'm Zayn, Angela's boyfriend. We just talked about the food we like and I really want to try the pasta she likes. So, is she allowed to come with me?"
I almost saw Cathy smiling gently at Zayn's words and being on the edge of screaming from happiness. My heart jumped and started beating fast when he said he was my oh so adorable boyfriend. He fucking said it. THAT WE ARE a couple!
"Yes darling, of course."
"Um there's one more thing...can she sleep over at mine? You know it'll be dark and we'll just watch movies."
I self-palmed my face and looked through the window to see we are already in front of his flat. Zayn laughed at something that Cathy said and I was thankful to have an aunt who was modern and who knew she lived in twenty second century.
"Thank you Mrs. Ca- um Cathy. Thank you Cathy. Goodbye." Zayn grinned and hung up, handing the phone back to me.
"That was very easy. If she only knew who I am..."
I bit my lip and put the phone back into my bag, feeling the car stop and unbuckling the seatbelt, opening the door. I got out on the chilly air and hugged myself in attempt to keep warm, looking at Zayn through squinted eyes as the cold wind blew and messed with my hair.
"Come." Zayn wrapped his arm around my waist and protected me from the cold wind, getting in the flat and walking to the elevator.
Once they we were in his apartment, I rubbed my cold hands together and blew into them, adjusting to the warmness of his apartment.
We kicked our shoes off and I took off my coat, watching him move across the living room, taking off his leather jacket and throwing it on the couch.
"You can go to the kitchen and start dinner. I have some things to do."
I wanted to ask what kind of things but I knew it was something with his gang, so I just nodded and walked away to the kitchen.
It was really big, with dark, cherry colored wood which was rich and smooth. The counters were made of it and the island was the same, with black marble top. He had pots hanging down from the ceiling and I could easily take a pot from there, turning the expensive oven on and opening the fridge which was full. I frowned at the sight; vegetables, fruits, meat and many other things filled his tall, steel fridge. I couldn't imagine him shopping around with a cart in front of him, I just couldn't.
I found mushrooms, an onion and cream, taking the groceries and placing them on the marble island. I opened the pack of mushrooms and washed them from dirt, taking a cutting board and carefully cutting them into small pieces. After I was satisfied with my work, I did the same with an onion and when the oil in the pot was heated enough, I put sliced mushrooms and an onion into the pot and stewed it. The strong smell of an onion burned my eyes and I took the cream, pouring it in the pot and mixing everything together. My stomach started making noises and I realized how hungry I was.
Finishing the sauce, I poured the water into another pot and put it on the already very heated oven, waiting just for a second until it started to boil. I found a pack of pasta in one of the cupboards and I opened it, pouring it in the boiling water. I mixed carefully and after five minutes I turned the oven off, pouring the water out. The pasta looked good and I poured it into a bowl, washing the dishes after.
All the time, Zayn was on the phone. I could hear him after I finished dinner and nothing distracted me from listening; his voice was angry and loud.
Something inside of me woke up and I wanted to ask him what was wrong, but the fear stopped me. Zayn was a very short-tempered guy, and I didn't want him to lose his patience. It was a risk.
I walked around the kitchen and filled two plates with my famous pasta, sitting on the chair and digging into my food. It melted on my tongue, my taste buds were enjoying (Well, hello there tastebuds enjoy my cooking!!). I was always a great cook, with amazing skills in the kitchen. I remembered how my old friend always begged me to make pancakes or dinner, everyone loved my cooking.
I stopped thinking about the past when I heard his loud steps echoing the hall. Zayn walked in with only a pair of grey sweats covering, shirtless and glowing. His hair was dripping and the droplets of water hit his delicious skin; I could almost hear it.
Without any word spoken, Zayn walked towards me and sat down, looking at his plate with furrowed eyebrows and disgusted face expression. I was very hungry and I was almost finished, but the look on his face stopped me from eating.
"What the hell is this?" Zayn barked, messing with the food with his fork.
"Um, that's it..."
"What the fuck is this?!" Zayn yelled and slammed the fork down on the table, me gasping and jumping lightly. My eyes were wide in horror as I looked at Zayn. His jaw was clenched and teeth gritted, nostrils flaring.
"I-I'm sorry, I-I can make you-"
"No! What the fuck do you think?! That you can play like a child in my kitchen? Well first learn to fucking cook and don't waste my time and money!"
His words fucking hurt. It was the most hurtful thing I ever experienced. It couldn't even compare to him to my brother's words and punches, his words hurt more. My ears were ringing. Head spinning. Heart banging against my chest, begging to be ripped out to stop the pain forever.
Gulping, I didn't even realize how my vision became blurry as I stared down at the table. The tears hit the wood and I almost heard the sound of tear hitting the wooden table, my vision becoming clear again but I felt the tears build again.
"I-I'll just l-leave..."
"You're not going anywhere!" he growled and looked at me with dark, evil eyes. That wasn't my Zayn. It was the monster I met long time ago.
"And don't fucking stutter, I told you it's annoying. You fucking do it all the time because of nothing!"
And something clicked in me, finally. The anger boiled in my veins and I whipped the tears angrily, standing up and looking at him with angry eyes, slamming my fists against the table.
"IT ANNOYS YOU?!" I yelled. "LET ME FUCKING EXPLAIN TO YOU WHY THE FUCKING HELL I STUTTER! Because if that happened to you would still have nightmares like I do every night! You would be scared, embarrassed, you would feel empty! And the last fucking thing you would care about is stuttering!" I yelled on top of my lungs, taking his plate when I stood up, knocking the chair to the floor. He was very shocked. He couldn't even speak.
"You don't like it? Very good, you didn't even taste it!" I smiled bitterly and opened the rubbish bin, throwing the food away and slamming the plate into the sink.
Zayn walked towards me and grabbed my forearms, shaking me harshly and pulling me against him, trying to make me come back.
"Don't fucking touch me you asshole!" I snapped.
"Do you," she sobbed, "do you want to know?"
Zayn gulped and looked at me with wide, glossy eyes. The first time I saw him worried.
"My parents and older brother died in fire. I saved myself because I was close to the stairs. And the fire didn't allow me to save them. And do you want to know another reason I stutter?" I sobbed hard and the tears soaked the neckline of my sweater as I looked at his eyes.
"Because my brother abused me physically and mentally. He hit me. He called me names. And I was scared. I was alone," I sobbed and my body shook like a little lamb's as Zayn watched me with wide eyes. Shocked and worried.
He was silent. His grip was loose on me, but he was silent.
I took a step back and sniffled, wiping the tears away. I nodded towards the trash bin and chuckled coldly.
"Enjoy your meal," I smiled sadly and walked away from him.

Notes

I didn't edit the spacing guys I am so lazy doing it sorry LOL but Zayn's being so sweet yet infuriating here but hope you all the 3 chapties I uploaded


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