Looking For Trouble

Zayn’s POV

I wrapped my arms around her soft body tightly, not allowing her to move an inch without me noticing. Even when she turned in her sleep, my eyes flew open to be sure she wasn't planning on escaping.

Maybe I was possessive, but I really needed her. I needed an angel in my dark life.

Breathing slowly, I combed her soft hair and stared down at her, lying on the pillow, her face pressed against my biceps. Her breath was warm and silky as she breathed through her parted, pink lips, eyes peacefully closed and eyelashes curled up perfectly. I traced my thumb across her soft eyelids and feather- like eyelashes, finally understanding how innocent and vulnerable she was.

My chest moved up and down slowly when her eyes opened.

Angela’s POV

The morning light welcomed me with his tattooed chest.

Moving my eyes up, I was met by the light to dark brown color of his eyes, big and sparkly, his eyelashes dark and beautiful like his soul.

"Hi," he whispered and pressed his lips against my neck. I felt the facial hair tickle my sensitive skin; Zayn had to shave.

"Hi," I whispered, biting my lip and looking up at him. He just stared at me as if he was in trance, eyes not moving, just staring.

"I need to go," I whispered again and tried to sit up, but Zayn's hands pinned me down against the mattress.

"No. You're not going anywhere."

"We're not together anymore," I sighed, feeling his hands loosening around my wrists.

"We are..." he whispered as if he wasn't sure anymore.

"I just took care of you last night. You were very drunk. I need to go now," I nodded and moved away from him, standing up and stepping in my boots. I picked up my beanie from the floor and pulled it over my messy hair, looking at Zayn whose wide eyes watched my every move.

"I would make you stay on my way but you left me because of that," he murmured and stood up, following me into the hall.

"I told you I can't do this anymore. And I don't have to."

"Angela, you'll regret it, I promise," he nodded and looked at me, but his eyes weren't angry or dark. He was really promising to me.

"I don't know," I shook my head, grabbed the door knob and walked out of his apartment for the second time.


***


Fixing the mask on my face, I looked around the room to be met by unfamiliar faces hidden behind beautiful masks with feathers and glittering stones. I grabbed Erin's hand and walked around the ballroom, trying to find Mike.

"He's there, cmon," Erin pulled me forward and walked quickly towards Mike who was drinking and talking to someone.

"Mike!" Erin grinned and threw her arms around his neck, giggling and kissing his cheek.

"Hi babe. You look like a princess," Mike smiled and looked down at her beautiful, icy blue ball gown.

"Thank you! Angela came, too." She pulled me closer and Mike smiled warmly, knowing that I probably felt nervous.

"Hi," he whispered and hugged me, "You look amazing. I'm glad you're here."

"Thanks Mike," I smiled sweetly and looked at the guy next to me. He had tanned skin and black hair, his face hidden behind a plain, red mask, but I could see his dark eyes staring at mine.

"Oh, this is Alejandro. He's from Spain," Mike gestured towards the guy next to him.

"Hi, I'm Erin. This is Angela."

Alejandro nodded and kissed our hands, causing both of us to blush madly.

"It's pleasure to meet you two," he spoke in an exotic, strange accent, smiling at us.

"Wow, what a gentleman..." Erin breathed and caused us to laugh at her. The guy was extremely handsome in a navy blue suit, his jaw strong and eyes pure black.

"Here, drink this." Mike took two glasses of champagne and gave them to the us. We accepted our drinks gratefully.

"Thank you," I murmured, taking a sip of bubbly liquid and looking around the ballroom. I wasn't the only one in a simple, formal dress; they were lots of women in classic dresses with diamonds around their necks.

"Mike, help me find Niall," Erin grabbed Mike's arm and pulled him away from me and Alejandro. I saw Zayn looking at us with jealous face expression and I wanted him to get a taste of his own medicine. He was always the one who flirted all the time. Now he could feel how I felt before.

"You look like a goddess, really. Tu vestido...Tus ojos..." He murmured and looked at me, shaking his head.

I didn't know Spanish very well, but I understood what he had said.

"Thank you...Gracias," I giggled and observed him under the bright lights. His eyes were very dark brown, like Zayn’s . They were sparkling just like his pearly white teeth; he was so handsome.

"Um...do you know Zayn?" he asked with a frown, looking somewhere behind me.

"I do, why?"

"He look at you," he spoke with difficulty, sighing and causing me to follow his gaze.

He looked like a devil in all black, hiding behind a black mask with small topaz around his eyes. The mask was plain yet beautiful.


Zayn’s POV



Angela's breath stopped just like mine. I looked at the goddess across the room that I still called mine, looking at me behind an innocent white mask with golden designs. Her hair was very beautiful, curled perfectly and falling down her back, a gold wreath on top of her head and thick gold bracelets around her forearms. She looked just like a goddess. An angel. My angel.


Angela’s POV


"It doesn't matter," I looked back at Alejandro, "Let him look."

"You dance to me?" he raised his eyebrows, not caring about how bad his English was.

"Yes," I giggled, accepting his hand, "I dance to you."

His hands were so soft, much softer than Zayn's rough and big ones. They weren't small but they were definitely smaller than Zayn's. I couldn't stop comparing him to Zayn.

"I like dance," Alejandro smiled as we moved with music,


Zayn’s POV



His hand rested on her exposed back and slowly going down. I saw that and gritted my teeth, slamming the glass I had been holding down on the table.

I decided to stand there and let them dance, because I knew that I'd take her away when the music stopped. My blood was boiling for fifteen minutes until the music stopped along with the dancing couples. Everyone applauded and Angela walked with Alejandro to get something to drink.

It was time for me to step in. I finished my drink and fixed the black tie around my neck, walking towards them with my jaw tight and eyes angry.

I could hear her angelic laughter as I approached closer, and I hated to let Alejandro be the one who made her laugh.

"Excuse me. Alejandro," Zayn nodded and gave him a handshake, even when I wanted to beat the shit out of him.


Angela’s POV


I huffed and looked down at my drink, watching the bubbles in it and thinking about how to escape the devil.

"Angela? Can I have this dance?" Zayn almost growled and grabbed my wrist, not giving me any time to reply. I managed to leave the glass on the table before my body was pulled on the dance floor.

Zay turned around and pressed my body against his, so tightly that I could feel his heart beat on my skin.

"You're mine," he growled and pressed his hand tighter against the small of my back, "Mine."

"Zayn-"

"Shh," he hushed me, brushing his lips against my earlobe, "You look like a goddess. An angel."

"T-Thank you," I spoke shakily, placing my hands on his shoulders.

"I've never danced before," Zayn confessed and moved with me slowly. The difference between Alejandro and Zayn was huge. Alejandro danced graciously, professionally. And Zayn was very clumsy, but I loved to dance with him.

"You really like to make me jealous," Zayn kissed my neck, "Don't you?"

Breathing shakily, I hid my face in the crook of his neck, his musky scent very strong in my nostrils.

"Baby girl," Zayn breathed, "I'll be the one to take that dress off you. Not him. Not anyone else. Just me."

Nodding, I pressed my body against his, letting his fingertips dance across my bare back. It had been more than two weeks since I had him. I missed him.

"I miss you," I whispered into his ear, not caring to be the one who gave up easily. He was my weakness. I couldn't resist him.

"I know baby. Do you still love me?" Zayn faced me and kissed the necklace around my neck that he'd bought to me for Christmas.

"I...always."


Zayn’s POV


Sighing in relief, I pressed my lips against hers, tongues immediately meeting and dancing together. Her fingers moved up into my hair and tugged a little.

"We're leaving," I breathed, looking down at her from behind my mask.

"But...Erin..."

"She's with Niall. Don't worry," I nodded and grabbed her hand in mine, pulling her through the sea of people. I felt everyone's eyes on us but we didn't care; we missed each other very much. We didn't care if someone judged us, if the women in the ballroom craved to be in her golden position or if the men wanted to switch places with the most wanted gang leader ever. I was hers, she knew that. Even when my heart wasn't strong enough to make me admit it. She wanted me, she loved only me.

"Get in, baby," I murmured and let her get in the car. Slamming the door back on its place, I walked around the car with a full smile. I couldn't wait to have her.

Notes

OMFG GUYS!!! I CAN'T FREAKING BELIEVE IT!!! AAAAAHHHH I WANNA CRY!!! BUT SORRY I AM SO BUSY THIS WEEK BECAUSE WE HAVE A FREAKING CONTEST AND WE HAVE AFTER SCHOOL REHEARSALS AND IT IS SO HARD CORE AND THEN THERE'S THE EXAMS YEAH.


OH I DID SOMETHING GREAT TODAY! I TRIED TO WASH THE CLOTHES AND I TURNED EVERYTHING TO BLUE O_O YEAH THOSE WHITE SHIRTS OF MINE :(((( I AM STUPID I KNOW :)))

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