After I took my clothes from my house, I slid the dress on and looked at myself in the mirror. It was red and tight, medium long and paired with cream heels and some jewelry. I finished my makeup and fixed my long curls, walking out of the bedroom to meet my love in the living room, his back turned to me as he stared down at his hands at something what looked like a necklace with two dog tags.

"I'm ready," I mumbled, looking down at my medium long dress then up at Zayn. He turned around to face me and his breath stopped somewhere in his chest.

"Wow, angel. Come here," Zayn breathed and offered me a hand which I took with a shy smile on my lips, looking down for a second then up at him. His lips pressed against mine in a small and sweet kiss, his hand running through my curls.

"What's that?" I raised my eyebrows and looked down at the necklace. It had his name written on it and some other things, and on the other tag was writing "The Devils."

"It's a gang necklace. Everyone in The Devils have it." Zayn took it between fingers and put it around his neck since it was a long necklace; the metal resting on his chest next to his heart and he felt proud.

"Are we leaving now?"

"One more thing," Harry muttered and kissed her deeply.

"You look like an angel."

***


"Man! Merry Christmas!" A blond boy behind us yelled and came closer, leaving a girl behind him. He gave Zayn a 'manly hug' and looked at me.

"Hello love," he smiled.

"Hi Niall," I looked down because I was very disappointed to see Niall with other girl. She wasn't Erin.

After I gave her and Mike presents, I stayed for a little bit longer with Erin to talk to her. She had said that her relationship with Niall was in a full blossom and that she was happy. But I was sure that if she saw Niall with another girl she'd slice his throat.

I thought that Erin was a female version of Zayn; just a little bit gentler version.

"Merry Christmas Niall," Zayn nodded at him and narrowed his eyes at his best mate calling his girl 'love'. I wasn't Niall's love.

I was Zayn's.

"Where's Erin?" I cocked my head to the side and Niall looked down at his shoes, pursing his lips and not knowing what to say.

"She said she'd come soon," he looked up with those icy, cold eyes staring back at me.

Nodding, I felt Zayn's arm wrap around me, giving me safety and warmness that I needed so much. Nuzzling my face into the crook of his neck, I inhaled his masculine scent and felt his minty breath on my forehead when he pressed his lips against my skin.

"Damn Zayn, you're always so lucky with girls," Louis spoke and grinned at me, hugging me and whispering 'Merry Christmas' into my hair in a friendly way that Zayn may found too much. His hand instantly tightened on my hip and I winced lightly, wrapping my fingers around his iron grip to calm him down. And he did.

"Meet my princess, Eleanor. Love, this is that girl."

"Zayn's angel?"

"Yes," Louis grinned and kissed the top of Eleanor's head.

The girl looked like a model. Her eyes were sparkly brown and warm. She wore a black playsuit and high heels which showed off her long legs.

"It's very nice to meet you, Angela. And Merry Christmas!" Eleanor hugged me then took a sip of her champagne.

"Merry Christmas," I smiled back and rested my head against Zayn's broad shoulder as he talked to his gang members.

"I love that dress! Oh my god, the necklace is absolutely wonderful! Where did you get it?" Eleanor gasped and touched the little angel around my neck.

"A Christmas present from him." I pointed my index finger at Zayn.

Eleanor's warm eyes widened and lips parted, "Wow. I...wow. You must be special. Very special."

I just shrugged my shoulders and received a wink from the girl, both of us giggling quietly.

"Oh no," I gasped, "Erin is here."

My best friend wore her best smile and an amazing, grey dress paired with black heels. Mike walked behind her and Erin's eyes stopped on me, a smile on her face widening.

"Babyyy! Hiii," Erin grinned and hugged me tightly, causing me to gasp for breath.

"Hi, Erin. Mike," I hugged him and kissed his cheek, feeling Zayn's angry eyes on them.

"Guys, this is Eleanor. She's Louis' girlfriend," I introduced her, and Mike and Erin politely said 'Hi'.

"You look awesome," Erin smiled at me and winked when she saw the necklace around my neck. It seemed like she was happier than I was.

"Thank you, you look great, too."
Niall's eyes scanned Erin and their eyes met, cold ones staring at the warm ones. Erin bit her lips and walked closer to him, standing in front of him and looking into his eyes as he rested his back against the bar. His hand moved up and brushed her soft hair out of her face. Niall pressed their lips together, despite the fact that he had been flirting with a girl before she came into the club.

And Erin knew that.

"Don't even think that I didn't saw you. I'm not stupid," Erin whispered onto his lips and walked away from him.

"I'll go with Erin and Eleanor to the dance floor, okay?" I whispered into Zayn's ear and my lips brushed his earlobe.

Zayn’s POV
"I'll go with Erin and Eleanor to the dance floor, okay?" she whispered into my ear and her lips brushed my earlobe,causing goose bumps to rise at the back of my neck.

"Go. Dance for me, I'll watch you," I winked and sat comfortably into my chair with a glass of whiskey in my hand. My eyes watched Angela's ass shake as she moved, hand gripping the glass tightly when I saw other men staring at her. But she turned around and smiled at me, joining Eleanor and Erin on the dance floor.

She was born for my eyes.

As the music moved through her veins along with the alcohol she had been drinking earlier, Angela's body moved with the bass and my eyes watched the show in front of me, like were the only people in the club. My teeth bit onto my bottom lip and I squinted my eyes when her hips moved around, eyes looking back at me, teasing me.

I wasn't sure for how long I had been watching her, but the glass in my hand was empty and I found myself walking across the dance floor, closer to her.

The scent of her sweet skin hit me like a hurricane when I pressed my body against hers, happy to show every man in the club that she was mine.

"Dance for me, angel," I breathed into her ear and pressed my lips against her neck, hands gripping her hips as she moved against me, grinding on me and making me groan in pleasure.

"God, you're so perfect," I growled into her ear and moved her arms up, wrapping them around my neck. I felt her warm palms against the back of my neck. She played with the my hair at the back of my head as we danced together, and I was completely lost in her. I couldn't let her go. Maybe it was too early and unexpected, but I wanted to have her with me all the time. I didn't want to call her and ask her to come over; I wanted to be able to watch her sleep and cook, I wanted to witness every smile on her face and every tear in her angelic eyes.

I always got what I wanted. And I'd get that, too.

Angela’s POV

My eyes were closed and my mind was far away from reality. She didn't hear the loud shooting, but Zayn's hands gripped my hips tighter and my body was completely pressed against his; it stole my peace. Opening my eyes, I gasped and turned around to hide in Harry's chest when I heard another shot.

"Angela, Steven will drive you home. Lock yourself and don't open to anyone. Did you hear me? When you start walking out of here, don't look back." Zayn cupped my face in his huge hands and looked at me with worry, his thumbs circling across my cheeks.
"W-What's going o-on?" she stuttered and sobbed, looking into Zayn's eyes, searching for safety.

"Another gang. Angela, this is very serious and dangerous. You need to leave," he kissed my lips deeply and pulled away, grabbing something behind his back. It was a shiny, silver gun.

Notes

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