Looking For Trouble

The air was thick in my small lungs as I tried to breathe normally while his long fingers stroked my cheek, salty from dried tears. He may be loved the fact that I'm scared of him.

"Angela?" he spoke oh so slowly and gently, extremely mesmerized by the beauty in front of me.

"Kiss me baby," he whispered with his sugary breath blowing on my lips since he was so close to me.

No. I didn't want to even look at him, especially not kiss him. My head moved to the right side to avoid his lips, swallowing a hard lump in my throat.

"I don't want to kiss you," I spoke silently, playing with my fingers nervously.
I could hear him taking a sharp breath in through his nostrils, as he was trying to calm down, as he took a step back, away from me.
His fists tightened at his sides, knuckles cracking and blood boiling; he wanted to control himself better.

"Why?" he growled extremely interested in finding a good reason behind my refusal.

"Because I respect your girlfriend and I don't want to be like that girl at the party. I'm not someone you can control," I answered honestly and confidently, arms crossing on my chest.
He was furious, and a sudden urge to hit something, anything sprouted lethally into his system. He wanted to hit me, to hurt me and I know that.
The veins started to appear on his arms and neck, muscles tight under his t-shirt; his raspberry lips pressed into a tight line.

"Stop. Talking. About. Barbara," he snarled

Maybe I didn't mean anything but good fuck whenever he needed it, and he hated the fact that I mentioned her every single time he tried something with me. Ughed I hate him yet I fear him

"I'm sorry, I-"

"Don't."

He came closer to me again, reaching with his big hand to grasp my cheek. Cupping it gently, he watched me lean into his touch.
I gave in. Finally.
He leaned in to crash his lips onto mine, but my fingers pressed against his soft lips, stopping him.
If I had to kiss him I'd do it slowly, unlike the girl at the party; I wanted to be different.

"Slowly," I whispered and moved I fingers away from his pouty lips, hands moving up to his broad shoulders and lips shyly brushing against his, barely touching them.
I moved them slowly and gently across his, both of our mouths parted, mixing our breath, loving to feel the sweet, toxic membertail we are making together. His hands relaxed, slowly and carefully moved to my back, stroking my spine with his fingers.
His face expression was soft, eyes barely open.
I enjoyed every part of it- the part when his hands touched my spine that sent electricity through me, the part when I just closed my eyes and feel everything.
Zayn's hand moved into my hair, feeling the strands between his long fingers.

"You'll stay here, it's too late for you to go at Erin's," His voice was so gentle and smooth, surprising me in every way.

"I'm sorry, I can't," I sighed not wanting to make him angry again, but I had to refuse to stay.

"Why not?"

"Please understand. She's my best friend and I really have to go. Please," I looked at him with the best puppy look I could throw on his face, and he decided to let me go.

"Fine. I'll drive you there," he decided, somehow resentful because I was leaving.

***
His car was way too comfortable and warm, but even when the cold air hit my hot skin harshly, I had to go.

"Bye," I looked at him and pushed the door further open, looking down at the wet, dirty street.

"You forgot something," He almost whispered and pulled me back to him, slamming our lips together.

I inhaled deeply through my nostrils and just pressed my lips against his, none of them moving, just feeling.

With a light 'smack' sound we pulled away, I'm studying his chocolate brown orbs, feeling the electricity fill my body and the air around me.

"Night," I peeped and let my feet touch the cold street.

I slammed the door back and walked towards Erin's house, knowing that it would be really rude from her if I just walk in. Thank God Erin's mother and father had left to their friends; it would be extremely awkward if I appeared in front of them at that time.
I heard the car drove away behind me and with a deep breath; I knocked on the wooden door, waiting for Erin.
I was weak.

I was falling for the devil.

Notes

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