Looking For Trouble

"Do you need anything else?" Zayn raised his dark eyebrows at Angela, big hands resting on his hips. Pursing his lips, he looked around the once empty and lifeless room now full with boxes.



"No, this is everything. I'm happy I live with you now," she smiled shyly and wrapped her arms around his waist slowly, causing him to move his hands away from his hips and on her back. Her sweet scent mixed with his and the bedroom immediately smelled on them, not only on Zayn. When he wasn't wearing cologne, Zayn smelled fresh; on clean clothes and fresh air, if that was even possible to describe.



"Do you need help with unpacking?" he kissed the top of her head and brushed her hair out of her happy eyes.



"Only if you want to..."



Nodding, Zayn grabbed a box full of clothes and started unpacking, helping her to fold the clothes neatly and place them into his huge wardrobe.



"What's this, angel?" Zayn asked with an obvious smirk in his voice, causing Angela to turn around and gasp embarrassingly.

He was holding a pair of black knickers with a huge, silk, baby pink tie hanging down on the back.



"U-Um nothing..." she murmured, embarrassed and shy. She tried to snatch the panties away from him but he was faster than her.



"Aren't you a kinky little girl?" he smirked teasingly, playing with the long bow on the back.



"Zayn," she sighed, "that was a joke from Erin. She gave that to me. It was just a joke."



"Sure, sure..." he laughed and let her take the panties out of his hands.



"But you're gonna wear them for me one time."



"Mhm. Sure," Angela nodded, placing her clothes into his wardrobe quickly.



After they had finished with clothes, Zayn grabbed a box full of heavy things. Opening one of them, he peeked inside and grabbed a huge, navy blue photo album. Zayn couldn't control his curiosity, so he sat down on the bed and opened the book as Angela moved her make up into his bathroom.



There weren't any pictures of Angela as a baby, but the album was filled with a little boy with golden blond hair and soft, blue eyes. He was wearing a joyful smile on every picture, his eyes sparkling as he waved or pointed at something. The pictures were taken long time ago in a ZOO park.



Flipping the pages in attempt to find Angela's pictures, Zayn's eyes stopped on the picture of a beautiful woman in a black, lacy dress and black hair, just a little bit shorter than Angela's. She was sitting on the couch, her smile shining like the pearls around her neck. She was pretty, but nothing like Angela.



His eyes moved to the next picture where the woman was sitting in the same position; but this time a male was sitting next to her, with almost bald hair but incredible icy blue eyes, a happy smile decorating his young face. He looked like a handsome man. That was probably Angela's father. The woman next to him smiled brighter than on the previous picture, probably because her temple was pressed against his, hands on his cheek, his face pressed closer to hers. It was obvious that they were in love.



Zayn grew impatient as he flipped the pages and tried to find Angela as a baby; but there were only the pictures of her family.

Finally, Zayn's eyes stopped on a picture of a chubby baby with almost blonde hair but dark brown eyes, her cheeks big and pink. She was wearing a black dress and black shoes with cute, white socks. Her small body was placed in a chair as she looked at the camera confusedly, without a smile on her face.



Chuckling, Zayn couldn't stop staring at the picture of baby Angela. It was the only one picture of her as a baby except the ones where she was with her family. Zayn grinned and looked at the other picture where she was sitting in her mother's lap, looking chubby and curious with a bottle of green shampoo in her small, baby hands. Her mother was sitting next to other children and the blond boy who was grinning as wide as he could.



That was probably her brother.



Zayn frowned and wanted to close the photo album, but his eyes stopped on the last picture.



Laughing too loudly, Zayn brought the album closer to his face, his whole body shaking.



There was Angela's father sitting on a chair, wearing only a pair of shorts because it was summer, the blond boy standing and holding his forearm. Zayn noticed an old man sitting opposite Angela's father and another man who was sitting next to the old man.



The picture was taken in a beautiful garden, with Angela standing next to the strange man and holding a red ball in her hands. She looked a little bit older, probably three years old, wearing a white pajama and smiling softly at the camera. Her hair was dark brown and cut very shortly in a boy style, but she looked adorable.



But what caused Zayn to laugh so hard was that the strange man was holding a bottle of beer on top of Angela's ball so she looked like she was the one who wanted to drink it, with an innocent smile on her less chubby face.



"What are you laughing at- oh my god," Angela gasped and hurried to snatch the photo album away from Zayn.



He kept laughing as he rolled on his stomach, laying on top of the book and laughing so hard that the bed started to shake.



"Cmon," Angela whined, but she couldn't help but smile, "What did you saw there?"



"You..." Zayn breathed and burst out laughing, the tears pooling in his eyes.



"Oh my god..." he breathed and wiped the tears off of his eyelashes, sitting up and showing her the hilarious picture. Angela's fake frown slowly turned into a grin as she shook her head and grabbed the photo album away from him, placing it on the book shelf.



"My baby was an alcoholic baby!"



"Shut up, Zayn. That's embarrassing," she pouted and blushed hard, not turning around when his arms wrapped around her waist.



"You were a cute baby."



"I wasn't! I had a boy hair! Every damn baby girl had curls or something like that but I... ugh!"



"It was so cute on you," Zayn murmured into her ear and kissed the place behind it, feeling her shudder into his arms.



"C-Can you place the book with my drawings on the book shelf?" Angela whispered and handed him a thick book full of papers.



Zayn took it away from her and opened it, his breath stopping at the sight of beautiful portraits and other sketches.



"You're talented, Angela. Why don't you draw around me?"



"I don't have so much time now. Sometimes I don't draw for months. I just draw when I feel inspired."



Zayn placed the book on the dusty book shelf and walked closer to her, "I don't make you inspired?"



She stopped with placing her things on the shelves, looking back at him and letting out a shaky sigh, "You do. I just don't have any free time."



Nodding, Zayn decided to let it go just because she looked tired. He listened to her tired huffs and sighs after she finished unpacking. Her exhausted body fell on top of the bed heavily, eyes closing and heart beating faster for some reason.



"Baby come here," she mewled and raised her hand up, "I wanna cuddle."



Chuckling at her childish behavior, Zayn took off his t-shirt and gave it to her because she loved to sleep in the clothes he had wore before her. It was because she could smell him.



He kept on his sweats as he climbed next to her on the bed and brushed his large feet against hers.



"You have big feet for a girl," Zayn commented and looked down at her feet. Angela's cheeks blushed deep red because she hated to talk about her large feet.



"Ugh, I know. It's because I'm tall."



"They're still beautiful. And soft."



Smiling to herself with her eyes closed, Angela moved closer to him and placed her head on his shoulder, wrapping her arms around his warm torso.

Notes

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