Zayn's POV

Taking a deep breath in, I tasted the strong liquid on my tongue, feeling it burn its way down my throat. It burned my insides, but I liked it. I wished it burned me whole.
I just heard the news about a new gang who made a mess in my club, and I quickly got rid of them. My people killed them.
It was easy for me to live a life like that, making someone do the dirty job. I didn't mind to do it myself, but lately I wanted to stay with my best friend. Whiskey.
Chuckling bitterly to myself, I was in silence, my every breath echoing the room. The loneliness and dark swallowed me, leaving me alone, pushing the other people away from me. It worried me that I never complained to be alone before, I was used to it. But Angela made me feel different. She messed with my head so much.
Sometimes, when I didn't see the sun I wished she was there. I wished to look in her sapphire eyes and feel the warmth again. The same warmth that scared me and made me feels soft and weak. The same warmth I despised.
I wanted to have it back.
Yeah.I was possessive, that was for sure. Dark, dangerous and frightening. I missed to feel her shake from fear. She became more relaxed around me her bones stopped shaking because of me and she started to act all...lovely. Like she was my girlfriend.
I couldn't stand it. I was scared of relationships, I didn't like them. They just ruined people and everything what was good in them. I didn't want to be hers, he couldn't. I couldn't belong to one person.
But she was definitely mine. With her whole body, heart and soul; she was mine. Every inch of her ivory skin was mine, every silky strand of her curly hair to touch,. Only I knew how her skin tasted. Only I was allowed to feel her lips on me, only I was allowed to touch her.
I found myself gripping the bottle tightly with gritted teeth. The veins popped out of my neck and arm. I was angry, what if someone else tried to have something what was mine, my light, while I sat here and drank in silence.
After I took a shower, I threw myself a white shirt and a pair of black hoodie and put a beanie on. I took a pack of red Marlboro, my keys, phone and left.
The snow squeaked under my large feet as I walked to my car, unlocking the door and getting in, starting the engine and turning the heat on. Soon the car was warm and I watched the snow outside, falling down on the city and happy people around me. I drove carefully and tried to find the address Niall texted me when he was drunk; Erin's house. And my angel was there.
I smiled softly when I remembered her cuteness four days ago; the pouty face and glossy eyes.

"You don't talk to a bunny like that..." her silly words echoed in my head and my face
expression was sad. I didn't talk to her for four days. She avoided me, didn't came to school or one day when she did, I wasn't there. She was probably scared and didn't want to face me, and for me, it felt like it passed four months without her. I even missed her stuttering.
I really didn't mean that. I really didn't know why she actually stuttered, I thought she was just a spoiled, soft girl who was used on gentle and sweet words, a person who couldn't take a little bit of harshness.
A lump formed in my throat and I swallowed loudly, squinting my eyes and gripping the wheel tighter, trying to see through the cloud of snowflakes. The snow was falling very fast, and the streets were covered in it. I still didn't see the snow in her hair, and I realized what I was missing then.
After fifteen minutes of driving, I stopped the car in front of Erin's house which looked very nice and warm. The lights were on and I saw the silhouettes in the room, probably Niall and Erin. Slowly opening the door, I got out and slammed it back, locking it and hissing at the cold wind, bowing my head to avoid the thick snowflakes. I walked towards the door and stomped in front of it, knocking twice. I knew Erin couldn't stand me, but I just knew how to deal with her. If she even tried anything, I would threaten her by telling her I'm going to slice her throat. It was easy.

"I'm coming! Dammit," I heard Erin yell and I chuckled lightly, shaking my head.
When she opened the door, the warm air hit me and he looked up to see her angry and wide eyes staring back at me

"You won't be able to see Niall anymore, because when I find him, he's dead," she growled and scowled at me, moving to the side to let me in. I smirked and looked around, seeing the light orange walls and brown furniture; the tones looked very warm.

"Man," Niall grinned and gave me a man's hug, tapping my back and pulling away to look at me. I was smirking, but Niall knew it was a mask.
"She's cooking. I...just be careful with her. She's not okay..." Niall whispered with Erin standing by his side and glaring angrily at me, like she was telling me that it was my fault. And I knew it was.
With a nod, I took off my shoes. I took off my beanie and fixed my hair, putting the soft material into the pocket of my hoodie . Pushing my hands into the front pockets, I walked slowly towards the sound of boiling oil and I entered the kitchen, facing her back. She wore a pair of black tights and a big, soft, white t-shirt with a grey hoodie warming her up. Her curly hair was in a bun on top of her head as she moved side to side; to the oven then right to the chicken.

I stood at the doorway of Erin's medium-sized kitchen and watched her cook, unable to see her pretty face. With narrowed eyes, I remembered how she cooked for me and how because of one call I received I got angry and took it out on her. It was about the gang who made a mess in my club and the police almost arrived at The Devils before I quickly took care of it. I was angry that nobody remembered to call me earlier, and it was all finished in the last minute. I remembered how furious I was and how I lost her that day.
Angela didn't notice me standing there and she finished dinner, placing the food on the plates and turning around to find bread.
She froze, eyes wide and red like she was crying for days, eyelids swollen and puffy, and her long eyelashes wet and no longer long and thick. She stared at me before I pushed myself off the doorway and walked slowly towards her, arms crossed on my chest and face expression angry.
Angela took a step back and quickly turned the oven off, looking up at me with her backside touching the counter behind her.

"W-What are y-you doing here?" Angela stutter.
When she stuttred it didn't annoy me anymore. It almost hurt me. Almost burned my skin because I remembered what happened to her. Almost.

"I came for something that's mine," I replied calmly, looking into her eyes with my empty and cold ones.

"U-Uh, what? You forgot something? D-Did I forget to give you back one of your t-shirts m-maybe?"

"No, no...It's something else..." I almost whispered, stepping closer to her, touching her chest with mine. Her breathing quickened and she pressed her hands flat against my chest, trying to push me away. But I didn't move an inch.

"Go."

"With you, I will."

"I don't want you."

Her words made me frown and my jaw clenched when my nose touched hers, angry eyes looking at her scared, wet ones. Daring her to repeat it.

"You're mine, did you forget that?" I growled and wrapped my fingers around her wrists, holding them close to my chest, not allowing her to move away. She looked down and gasped when I squeezed harder.

"Let me go. I don't want you."

"Oh, you don't want me? And do I care? You're mine. I don't give a damn fuck if you don't want me," I hissed and grabbed her ass, pressing our crotches together.

"You hurt me," she sobbed when a tear escaped her eye, rolling down her cute, chubby cheek.

"Ice wouldn't be ice if fire can't melt it."

"You're making no sense."

"It's because you don't understand. Dark wouldn't be dark if there's no light. I need light. I..."
Need you.

"That's rubbish," Angela spat and shook her head, my eyes getting darker and angrier. I wasn't good at describing, I never was. But I thought that it'll show her that I needed her. Not because I loved her, it was because I needed light to live in dark. I was dark and I always will be, I'll always live like that. But I didn't want to get lost in the darkness. I needed light with me. Her.

"Angela. You're all mine."

"I'm not."

"Why do you think that?" I gritted my teeth and dared her to push me more.

"Because if you can't be mine then I can't be yours," she whispered, looking at my eyes with her soft ones.

"You know I'll never be yours. I'll never be anyone's."

"Then I'm sorry. But I want to be someone's and someone to be mine. And you're not that person," she shrugged and looked away, unable to look at my eyes anymore. She knew she'll give up soon.

"No," I whispered and pressed our foreheads together, her height allowing it so I didn't have to look down at her.

"Yes."

"Fuck no!" I growled and slammed my palm against her left thigh, hearing her gasp and pressing my fingertips deeper into her flesh. "No one can have you. No one! You're mine."
Angela shook her head, she tried to push me but no success, unable to move.

"Mine. My angel. You're my angel, no one else's. They can find theirs, but I found mine and it belongs to me," I spoke possessively, pressing our lips together, moving rough and fast.

"I'll be your first one. I'll have you, mark you as mine," I promised against her swollen lips and kissed her again, cupping her wet cheek and whipping the tear away with my thumb. Her fingers clenched into my hoodie and she pulled me closer, the sweetness in her lips make my hormones go wild.

Our tongues met and danced together, a silent moan leaving her lips because she couldn't control herself. Her warm fingers moved under my black clothing and she touched my now hot skin, pressing her hand on my waist and feeling the muscles under my skin flex as I hugged her with my arms around her and her head almost resting on my shoulder.
I pushed her back against the counter and she gasped, throwing her head back and closing her eyes when my hand grabbed her breast under the t-shirt she wore, massaging it and pulling the cup of her bra down to trace my thumb across her nipple, making it go hard. She moaned just a little bit louder and tangled her fingers into my hair, pressing our lips closer and rubbing my crotch with her other one.
I pulled away, panting just like her. "When we get home. I'll take you. I won't wait any longer."

Angela's POV

When we pulled away, I was panting like we've run a marathon, I can hear his fast breathing and oh it turned me one. I didn't say anything because I was turned on and embarrassed, tugging at the hem of my t-shirt and fixing my bra. He huffed and tried to calm down, watching me take the plates and trying to walk away.

"Is there more for me?" his voice stopped me and I turned around, looking at him with confused face expression.

"But you said I can't cook."

"Angela, I was angry then. They pissed me off."
I nodded and licked my lips, still feeling uncomfortable and awkward around him.

"There's more in the pan," I nodded towards it. "Help yourself."
And with that, I walked away into the living room where Erin and Niall were arguing over something.

"Channing Tatum looks stupid? Dear god, do you have eyes? Use them!"

"Well what, you said Taylor Swift sounds like a child."

"But she does!"

"I like country music!"

"And I don't!"

"Taylor Lautner looks like an idiot, too."

"What?" Erin gasped and looked at him with fire in her eyes. "Now he's ugly, too?"

"Yes. And William Levy is just disgusting with those big, swollen lips. He looks like a frog."

"You are fucking crazy. I never said that Kim Kardashian, Eva Longoria or I don't know, Jennifer Lopez look ugly! They're gorgeous, I admit."

"But you said Taylor sounds like a child!"

"Because I don't like that kind of music! I like Rihanna, for example," she said and Niall shook his head in disbelief and disgust.

"Who's even pretty for you from male actors or singers?"

"Ed Sheeran is amazing," Niall responded, nodding to himself.

"Finally I agree on something with you," Erin rolled her eyes and looked down at the plate in front of her, not even realizing that both me and Zayn were sitting in front of her and eating.

"I want to marry you," Niall said with food in his mouth, chewing quickly and digging more into his food.
Erin scoffed and rolled her eyes at him, Zayn raised his eyebrows and shot an angry look at him. It was strange for Niall that they were silent so he looked up and saw Zayn's angry eyes and next to him Erin's jealous ones.

"Actually...I don't want to, sorry Angela. But this tastes amazing," Niall mumbled and started to eat slowly.

Giggling, I nodded and thanked him, slowly chewing the food in my mouth; chicken and fries.
We were quiet and after we finished dinner with full stomachs, I and Erin washed the dishes and Zayn pulled on his beanie along with his shoes.

"Mate, is everything okay now?" Niall whispered and squeezed his shoulder, looking at him with concern.

"Mm. It's fine now," Zayn mumbled and took out his car keys, waiting for me. I appeared with Erin, only having a black scarf wrapped around my neck and yellow bag on my shoulder. I put on my black boots and hugged Niall and Erin for goodbye, walking with Zayn out of the house.
The snow was falling slowly down from the sky, the snowflakes attaching onto my bun and shoulders, decorating my dry eyelashes. Zayn unlocked the door of his car.
It was very quiet when he turned around and faced me, like we were the only people in Earth. He raised his hand and messed with the hair band around my bun, moving it away and watching my hair fall down to my shoulders. He ran his fingers through my hair , shaking it a little to fix it. The snowflakes danced down on my hair and I looked at him from under my snow covered eyelashes, shyly biting onto my lip.

"You look beautiful," he whispered and studied the snowflakes on me.

"Thank you. But I'm very cold," I chuckled and he grinned, opening the door and letting me get in, slamming it close and looking up at the black sky rich with snow.


Zayn's POV

I can't explain my happiness. The way her eyelashes flutter while the snow cover it with white patches, she look like an angel, just silent there standing there. I can't contain the happiness in me so I smile to myself, I was just happy because I now have my angel back.

Notes

OMFG! Zayn have her back! What do you think? I don’t know if anyone of you loves this chapter. But if you, do please fan/vote/comment that’s all. I’m very sorry for the slow updates because I’m such a lazy writer. Anyways, Zangela or any good ship name? Please suggest anyone?


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