Looking For Trouble

Angela woke up alone. The bed was empty and cold. Her limbs started to shake when she tried to move them. She wasn't hurt. She was scared.

Jumping in the bed, she looked at the place in front of the wardrobe to see if Zayn's suitcase was there.

It wasn't.

Gulping harshly, Angela rubbed her eyes and jumped out of the bed, throwing on the t-shirt from the last night, a fresh pair of underwear and a pair of black leggings. Pulling her hair in a careless ponytail, Angela padded towards the living room. She could hear the voices chattering, and very soon, she saw him.

He was freshly shaved, as always, looking decent and very handsome. Wearing a simple, white t-shirt and Angela's favourite jacket on him; the brown, leather one from Burberry. His black, ripped, worn out jeans were replaced by a pair of new, denim blue ones.

He looked perfect.

But then she saw a suitcase next to him. Louis tapped his shoulder and mumbled something into his ear before he took the suitcase and walked out of the apartment.

"Zayn?" Angela called, fiddling with her thumbs and staring at him with wide, sleepy eyes. He could still see a trace of dream in them.

"We need to talk," he smiled weakly and the gang members that were in the room were quickly gone.

Walking towards him with slow, lazy steps, Angela looked down as when she approached him.

"I can't believe you're leaving. This is the end? That's it?"

'You need to do this.'Zayn repeated in his head and inhaled harshly, his eyes darkening in a second. He grabbed her wrists and slammed her against him, gripping her so hard that she started to whimper.

"You want to be the center of the world. How fucking selfish of you, angel," he growled, lying smoothly as always.

"Zayn. It h-hurts- "

"Don't fucking stutter!" he boomed, "My sister is in Spain! I haven't seen her for so many years, you selfish bitch!"

Angela couldn't understand him. His hand was raised in the air and he slapped her so hard that she fell on the floor, right in front of him.

Grasping her cheek tightly, Angela sobbed and the tears started to burn her sore cheek. His hand was huge, and he hit the whole right side of her face.

Zayn's heart was beating so fast that he could feel it shattering, breaking inside of his chest. His eyes softened and tears clouded them, but he refused to cry. He had to do this. He had to leave.

"I've never wanted you," he lied.

It was for her good. She won't search for him.

"I've never loved you. I never will," Zayn spat, wiping the tear off his cheek before she could see it.

Angela was so weak. The words were ringing inside of her head, inside of the room, spinning around her and swallowing her in a circle of sadness.

He'd never loved her. He'd never cared.

Sniffling, Angela pushed herself off the floor and stood on shaky legs in front of her devil. It was the first time he had hit her. But nothing hurt like hearing him say that he didn't care.

Instead of screaming at him or hitting him back, Angela was...an angel. And it hurt Zayn even more. Her kindness.

"It's okay..." she sniffled, "I get it. I'm not perfect. I'm not for you. God Zayn, you deserve the best. The most beautiful girl on this planet. And that's not me."

Zayn's fists tightened because he almost collapsed right there, in front of her. His heart was shattering.

"It's okay if you don't love me. I love you more than my life. I always will. Just promise me one thing, please," she sobbed wiping the tears off her burning cheeks, "Please take care of yourself."

Gulping, Zayn clenched his jaw and looked away when he felt another rush of betraying tears.

"Of course," he hissed.

"Goodbye, then. I love you," she murmured, looking down at the floor.
Zayn kissed her forehead and looked away when another tear rolled down his cheek.

"Goodbye, my angel."

Notes

I think that was it :(( T____T