Looking For Trouble

"You don't have that name without any reason, Angel", Erin smiled happily and walked around me.

"U-Um, thanks."

I wore a lacy, black shirt tucked in the high waisted skirt and black flats. I touched my hair which was curled in a messy, I could say, sexy way. At least I knew how to put a makeup on; black, liquid eyeliner, mascara, foundation and a dust of bronzing powder on my cheek bones.

"Let's go or we're gonna be late." Erin took a bottle of perfume and sprayed a lot of it on her neck and chest, leaving the purple bottle on the table and taking her navy blue purse, pulling me along with her down the stairs of her house.

We sat down in the comfort of Erin's car,I'm lightly shaking in the seat from the cold.
Erin pushed her straightened hair out of her eyes and started the engine, driving away to the party.

The house looked, well, not too big or small, just a typical house. It was made of red bricks and the wood around the windows was white. The light shone bright in the night, the music and loud voices filling the silence in the neighborhood.
My feet hit the cold ground as I walked in a quiet amazement behind my bubbly friend, watching how a lot of people waved at Erin. Their bodies were cold as they stepped inside the warmth of the house, the air thick and smelling of sweat, smoke, and alcohol.
I took off my coat and left it on the wooden hanger by the door. Lots of people were kissing and almost fucking right there against the wall.

"Here, drink this," Erin handed me a cup of strong liquid in it. I took a huge sip, almost spitting everything out, screwing up my face in disgust.

"Vodka and juice?" I asked her.

"Yeah, be slow with that"

"Why didn't Mike come?"
He said he'd be there, he invited us actually, but he wasn't here.
"I don't actually know, he's not answering his phone. Maybe he's too busy or in a fight with parents."
I didn't want to, I really didn't want to find Zayn's tall figure in the sea of drunk people- but I did. Facing a mysterious blonde who wasn't Barbara his back was turned towards me.
Again I watched carefully, everything that they did- talked shortly then kissed wildly. So wildly that they could practically crash their faces by the violence. My first kiss with him wasn't perfect like I wanted it to be, not because I didn't like it, it was more because he kissed me. The devil.
But their make out was surely more gentle than that one, way too gentle. The kiss I was watching was something weird and ugly to look at, as if they wanted to hurt each other on purpose. However, Zayn enjoyed it like he always did, giving his maximum to deepen the kiss more and more; to leave her breathless just like he made every other girl. Christina's small hands stroked his back as they kissed, but then he stopped to nib at her delicious neck.

"Angela is here? Am I hallucinating or she's really here? I mean, it's Angel."
Those words were spoken by a person behind him, maybe a boy- he didn't know because it was mixed with Christina's soft moans, but he heard them.

Zayn's POV

My Angel was here. Mine, only mine, not that boy's.
I stopped nibbling at Christina's neck and turned around with a frown on my face, ready to hit that boy in the face because he talked about my Angel, but my angry eyes caught hers.
It was like the gravity pulled us together.
She didn't want that.
But I did.
And I was the devil. Everything was on my side. Never in my dreams I wouldn't imagine her that beautiful, that innocent. I wanted to stroke her smooth thighs with my rough palms, to make her skin burn under my touch, I wanted to feel her. I wanted her in every single way.
But she didn't want me at all. She didn't even want to look at my eyes, but something just pulled us together.

Angela’s POV

Within a second, his long legs moved forward confidently, full of himself. That was right; I thought that no one rejected him before. Maybe he just forced the girls to be his...slaves.
My breath hitched in my throat and I let out a gasp of surprise when he stood in front of me, too close for my liking. He almost ran towards me, and took me by surprise.
His breath was warm on my lips, mixing the alcohol he drank in his breath with mine, making a membertail.

He frightened me.

There was no chance I would let him kiss me again, but then, I felt weaker when he hovered over me with his tall, muscular body. The beat of my heart betrayed me and he took the cup I was holding, throwing it somewhere behind him, on the floor.
He controlled me.

"Out," he spoke simply and took my wrist in his strong hand, dragging me out of the house and away from the people.
No matter how many times I turned around to ask for help I was still walking fast with him, somewhere between the cold, dark buildings, in an alley.
Everyone was just too busy drinking and dancing, and I could still hear the voices from the house which was right across the street.
My body was being pushed roughly against the brick, dirty wall, hands going up to defend myself like a reflex.
He didn't hit me, but he knew he would if I didn't stop fighting back.
My hands were pinned above my head and Zayn's lips were on my neck, sucking the delicate skin there, wanting to mark me once more. The alley was really quiet, but the silent whimpers were cutting the silence.

"Why?" It fell out of my lips mixed with sobs, my eyes letting the tears to fall down.
Why me?
It was so simple.
And so cliché.
I even thought that he had a little bit of heart left, a little care, but he just chuckled darkly and kept marking me.

"Only mine, Angel," he growled possessively and his lips moved across my jaw to the corner of my lips.
He wanted to kiss me and nothing stopped him when he muffled my whimpers and sobs with his lips, feeling the saltiness on them as he kissed more.
His tongue forced its way in my mouth, desperately trying to make me kiss him back, but without any success.
I kept still, face screwed up in disgust as I heard his angry and impatient growl.

"Fucking kiss me back or you'll pay!" he bawled looking into my eyes, his teeth gritted and jaw clenched.

The tears on my cheeks shone under the moonlight and street lamps
He knew I didn't want him at all. But that never stopped him from wanting me.

"Crying won't help you." He told me the one thing I surely knew was true, but it still made fresh hot tears to fall down my face.

Zayn's POV

My eyes almost softened by the innocence in front of me I wanted only for myself. I actually wanted to destroy that innocence; I just thought it would be fun.
However, Angela was a sensitive creature, and she just cried silently in front of me, afraid of my next move.
I wrapped my fingers around her wrist and I dragged her out of the alley, opening the door of my car which was near by the street.

"Get in," I nodded towards the seat.

Angela's POV

To not make him angry anymore, I sat down, whipping the tears off my cheeks. That wasn't a smart move from me, but I had to listen to him if I wanted to stay in one piece.
The engine started and the huge car we were in moved smoothly across the wet street, my body lightly shaking from the cold and fear in my bones.
Zayn noticed my trembling body.

Zayn's POV

I saw her trembling body and I almost felt pity for her and asked her if she was alright- almost.
Instead of doing anything, I gripped the wheel tighter in fury. I had never been rejected inmy life, especially not by someone as weak, inexperienced, and innocent as Angela.
Her weak body never stopped trembling, the tears never ceased from falling, but she didn't let out any sob she was holding in.

Angela's POV

The car suddenly stopped and I looked through the window- it was just a normal London street with better flats than I lived in. I kind of expected something dirty and dark, but that place was perfectly normal.

"I-I forgot m-my coat at the p-party," I stuttered and wrapped my arms tighter around myself.

"I'm sure your friend will take it instead of you. Now get out." He didn't make his tone harsh, but every time he spoke his words felt like knifes.
I opened the door and get out, standing on my shaky legs and looking up at the good looking building.

"Are you fucking paralyzed? Walk," he gritted his teeth and walked towards the building with me following him.

I didn't want to make him angry and get hurt so I listened to whatever he said. I was dismayed, and didn't what to do in order to not make Zayn angry.
His apartment was big, with expensive furniture and glass walls. It was amazing. The living room had big, leather couch with a glass table between it and the flat TV. The carpet was black and expensive looking, the walls creamy.
No matter how beautiful it looked, it had no life. Like no one lived in there.
Zayn left the keys on the glass table along with his phone and a pack of red Marlboro, taking off his leather jacket and throwing it on the couch. His squinted, skeptical eyes watched my moves, shy and slow moves with those pearly white teeth biting my lower lip. I knew I shouldn't trust him.

Zayn's POV

Her ivory skin looked almost like ghost's, not because she was so scared; it was just made like that. Big, blue like the sea, warming up her whole face, and my whole apartment by just studying it. Her fingers clenched and curled together nervously when she finished with looking around the apartment, turning around and catching my cold gaze.
An evil smirk tugged at the corner of my wet lips by the view of Angela's curvy body in that tight skirt, the glass hour shaped hips and thighs, and I wanted so badly to trace my rough fingertips across her soft, milky white flesh, I wanted to see her reaction, I wanted her. The material of her skirt was elastic and hugged her curves like liquor dripping down her hips and thighs, perfectly pressing against her skin.
Like a predator, I moved slowly and dangerously towards my prey, lips pressed together tightly and eyes scanning her soft body.
Her backside hit the back of the couch when I moved closer, and she couldn't escape. Angela could see my evil eyes now, glinting under the silver moonlight, and I let her feel my breath on her lips, poisoning her.
She whimpered weakly when our bodies pressed together, closing the distance, sharing the warmth.
I liked the way her body reacted to me,even when she didn't want it to; she couldn't help it. Her thighs squeezed and rubbed together to subside the fire down there.

"Baby, has anyone touched you before?" My lips moved slowly and carefully as I spoke, eyes staring down at hers. She felt ashamed and didn't want to reply, but her eyes stayed fixed on mine.

"Answer me," I breathed.

"N-No," Angela shook her head slowly and looked down at the floor, avoiding my curious gaze.
I knew that the answer was 'No', even though I already did that before.

"Look at me," I demanded, voice dripping with unknown lust.

Angela's POV

"Look at me," he demanded

Shaking, I decided to look up at him, only to find the pair of cocoa brown eyes staring at my own, close as they'd ever be. They were squinted, like he was trying to read me, to find out if I was hiding something.
And his fingers were dangerously close to my face, rough skin of his fingertips gently and curiously moving across the skin of my flushed cheeks. I almost leaned in the touch, almost lost my pride, but then I stood still, looking up at his shiny eyes.

"You're so scared of me... so scared," He spoke abstractedly.
He said the truth.
I was scared. Scared of his cold stare and touch, of what might happen if I stopped being dutiful like always; of his threatening words.

Zayn's POV

But maybe she would never know or understand that the only thing I wanted was a little bit of love from her.

Notes

Salut! :)))) Anys, I wrote this chapter at school <3 hope you all like it xoxo and I CAN'T FUCKING BELIEVE FOR THE 200+ reads!!! Ah Seriously guys I wanna hug each and every one of you.

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