Looking For Trouble

It was one of those days you needed to dig and pull out of your closet the warmest jacket you had, and if you had a pair of boots- you were lucky. Erin and I are standing in front of the school waiting for the bell to ring.

My hands were clammy inside of my big pockets and the top of my creamy boot and I was drawing circles into the dust. I could smell the snow in the air and I couldn't wait for it to fall; I missed sitting in front of the window with hot cocoa in my hands and with the snow falling outside in the night, shining like billions of tiny crystals.

"Uh shit! Hide me," Erin hissed and stared at the ground as if she really wanted to avoid
someone's gaze. I turned around and saw five boys approaching, three of them having cigarettes between their lips. Erin looked at the blue eyed and brown haired guy, noticing that he looked older.

I swore under my breath and tried to think about how to escape, but they were already too close. I could already smell the smoke.

Zayn took the last drag out of his cigarette and threw it on the ground, blowing the smoke above my head and trampling the cigarette butt with the top of his black sneakers. He had his Ray Bans on so I couldn't see his beautiful eyes but the smirk in his face was on full view, lips looking so soft, cold and rosy.

"Hi Angel," he grinned sloppily and I watched how his words turned into fog in the cold air; just like the smoke from his cigarette a few seconds ago.

"Hi Zayn." I felt a little braver knowing that he won't hurt me if I played along. Maybe I was naive, but it was worth a try.

Erin huffed uncomfortably and found some strength to look up at the blond Irish boy, his cold, icy eyes staring into her warm ones. They were so different from hers, unmoving, not having a glint of happiness or life. Hers were warm, like melted chocolate and golden dust, moving with freedom and joy. She was made like that, she was happy. And she hated that whenever her eyes moved to his, they had to be met by ice.

Niall gulped and kept her gaze, his eyes flicking up and down her face; he couldn't stop himself from looking into her eyes. They were so alive, so warm- pure fire.
She was fire, and he was ice.

"You wanna ditch with us?" Zayn smirked and showed his cold hands into the pockets of his black jeans, tongue poking out to lick his freezing cold lips.

"No, sorry. We have to go," Erin rushed and tried to turn around, but a hand wrapped around her small wrist stopped her, spinning her around.

"Wait," Niall spoke in a low voice, eyebrows furrowing and hand releasing her delicate wrist.
True, Erin wanted to ditch today, but she didn't want to be around those creepy faces...especially not Niall. All he did was frighten her, and well, she wasn't used on that.

"So? You want to?" Niall fought a battle within himself and decided to smile softly at Erin, winning her right away.

"Yes. I want to," Erin breathed and kept looking at his beautiful face, wanting so badly to jump on him and kiss his pink lips.
My eyes widened and I looked at my best friend, not believing how easily she gave up. Now we had no choice.

"Let's go then," Zayn chuckled and wrapped his arm around my waist, seven of us walking away from the school.

*** The bar was really warm with a comfortable atmosphere, dark brown walls and wooden furniture. The bulbs were orange and yellow, lighting up the space and making it look warmer.
I noticed that they were walking towards the pool, Zayn and the boys greeting the bartender who was bald and had a warm smile on his not so old face.

"How are you man?" Zayn grinned and tapped the man's shoulder.

"Hey man, good to see you. You came to play?" The bald man raised his eyebrows and kept cleaning the glass with a soft cloth.

"Course we did!" Louis chuckled and sat on the pool. I bit my lip and looked around curiously, suddenly shy to greet the bartender.

"And these birds are? Whoa, what a beauty!" The bartender squinted his eyes towards us who stood next to Zayn, thinking that he complimented us just because Zayn had his arm wrapped around my waist.

"This is Angela. Angela, that's Rod," Zayn took off his dark sunglasses and introduced us, letting go of me so I could give Rod a handshake.

"Nice to meet you," I smiled and nodded, letting go of man's rough hand.

"Angel! Nice to meet you too! And the other bird is?"

"Erin," she grinned happily and gave Rod a firm handshake, exploding with joy and freedom.

"Nice to meet you two. Do you want anything to drink?"

"Five cold beers and..." Zayn looked at us.

"Make it seven," Erin winked at Rod in a playful way, walking towards the pool on the other side of the bar.

Rod chuckled and shook his head, "She's fire," he spoke and started preparing our drinks.
I unzipped my jacket and left it on the chair near the pool along with my backpack.

Zayn's POV

Standing there in her pale, denim jeans that made her ass pop up, a simple black shirt with a round shaped neckline showcases her collarbones, and sleeves that reached her forearms; she looked quite the beauty. Angela pushed her hair away from her eyes then hid her hands in the back pockets of her jeans, unaware of how much she tortured me.

She looked way too good for me.

I licked my lips and watched her, not listening to anyone as they chattered around me. I wanted to grab that ass and feel her flesh while I moved with her. Skin sweaty and lips swollen from kissing, my ears filled with her moans as I fucked her good. God, I wanted her so much.

"Okay, let's do this. Harry, Liam and I are gonna play against you four. If you lose the game you're paying the next round of drinks. And so on," Louis explained and grabbed the wooden cue, smirking at his friends.

"Deal," I grunted, tearing my eyes away from Angela's ass.

"Wait, I don't know how to play, you'll lose with me. I'll just sit there and-"

"No way. I'll teach you, you'll play with me," I smirked at her, licking my lip then biting it.

"But I-"

"Trust me."

And oh, she did.

With a nod, she crossed her hands on her chest and watched Louis hit the pool balls, two striped ones disappearing into the pool pockets.

"We're stripes," Harry grinned and watched Louis trying to hit the purple, striped ball but failing.
I chuckled at my friend and tapped his shoulder, leaning across the table and positioning my hands and the cue, teeth biting onto my lower lip and eyes focused on the yellow ball. Angela watched in amazement when I hit it perfectly, smirking and walking around the pool to hit the blue one.

I caught Angela's gaze and smiled, straightening up and beckoning her to come closer. She narrowed her eyes but walked towards me, not sure what I wanted to do.
I stood behind her and pressed my chest on her back, "Take the cue. And lean forward," I spoke slowly in husky voice, moving my body forward with her, across the table. I took her left hand and put it on the dark green surface, then moved her right one back, so the tip of the cue was between her fingers.
My hands were big and warm on her shaky, cold ones, helping her with the cue, holding it together with her. "Now, focus on the blue one. Look where the pocket is. You have to hit it perfectly so it won't hit the other balls," I explained and she nodded. That perfect ass of hers was pressed against my crotch, teasing me, making me gulp loudly.

"Why don't we hit the black one? It's closer," she peeped and looked over her shoulder, jumping lightly when she saw my face right there, chin on her shoulder. I laughed in her ear along with my friends, shaking my head at her innocence.

"That's the black one, baby. No one wants to hit that one through the game."

"But why?"

"It's dark, dangerous one. If you hit that one and if it goes in the pocket, you lose the game. But, after you finish with colored ones, you have to hit the black one the last. Then you win."

"So, we need to hit the black one after we hit all the colored ones?"

"Exactly."

"Then I think the black one isn't dangerous. If it's not the black one in the game, it's not fun. And you can't win. We need the black one," she looked into my eyes under the lights of the bar.

"Cmon guys, we can't just stand here and watch you two flirt. It's uncomfortable," Liam chuckled and rolled his eyes playfully,

We focused on the blue ball, and I moved the cue with Angela's hand, hitting the ball and watching it roll across the table into the pocket.
Angela gasped and her eyes widened from shock and happiness, lips forming a joyful grin.

"You hit it," I smiled and everyone clapped and cheered.

"Oh my God! We did it!" she laughed excitedly and looked at me.

"Yes baby. We did it," I smiled softly and gave her a high five, liking how she said that we did it.

"Niall? You and Erin, remember?" Louis winked at them, watching how nervous they were.
With a nod, they moved around the table and Erin took the cue.

"The purple one," she nodded towards the ball, leaning forward, across the table.

"No, the green one. It's closer," Niall protested and leaned across the table, too.

"No. You're gonna hit the striped one and it might go into the pocket. It's safer with this one," Erin glared at him, listening him huff in defeat.

The boys laughed along with Angela, Harry thanking to the bartender after their drinks arrived.

"This one is sassy. You go girl, don't let him win, because he always does," Rod laughed and walked away after Niall glared at him playfully.

"Are you gonna help me or what? I don't know how to play," Erin rolled her eyes and Niall positioned himself behind her, fighting the urge to say 'Exactly, you don't'. Moving the cue in front of the ball, he hit it, and the white one hit the purple one, but it didn't roll into the pocket, it just messed the striped ones.

"Look what you did!" Erin growled and straightened up, glaring at Niall.

"I told you to hit the green one. It would hit the table then roll down into the pocket. But I listened you only to prove you that you're wrong and that you should listen to me," Niall explained calmly, moving towards the table with drinks.
Erin scoffed and put her hands on her hips, shaking her head.

"It's true, Erin. He's the best at this game, better than anyone else. He knows where the ball is going to hit. A fucking pro," Louis shrugged and watched Harry hitting the orange, striped one with ease.

Angela's POV

Erin didn't want to apologize because she hated when she was wrong and someone else was right, but with Niall was different. She made sure that everyone was busy with the game when she walked towards him, taking a bottle of cold beer and whispering 'I'm sorry' into his ear. He nodded and smiled at her, clicking his bottle against hers and taking a sip of his cold beer. They really look cute together.

He liked her a lot, maybe because she was so sassy and stood up for herself, maybe because she hated to be defeated or maybe because she had her rules and didn't want to follow his or anyone else's. He liked her because everything she did made him smile.
Our team was winning thanks to Niall and Zayn, and the black ball was the only one left. Louis kept biting his nails nervously, watching us positioning ourselves. Man, he was sure he'd pay that tour of drinks.

"Do you want to do it by yourself?" Zayn murmured into my ear.

"No, let's do it together," I smiled at him and looked at the ball, moving the cue with Zayn and watching the black one roll smoothly into the pocket.
I grinned and straightened up, watching the other team groan and whine, Erin squealing excitedly and hugging shocked Niall.

"That went well," Zayn ran his hand through his quiffed hair, smirking at me. I nodded and finished my drink, ready for another round.
Harry lit a cigarette out of frustration and Zayn took one too, pressing it between his red lips and lighting it, inhaling deeply with squinted eyes, he felt the smoke fly smoothly into his lungs. He saw my eyes on him so he looked back, taking the cigarette between his thumb and forefinger and exhaling the smoke out.

"You wanna try?"

"Um, I..." I gulped and looked down at my feet.I didn't want to embarrass myself by choking on the smoke and letting him and his friends know what a baby I was.

"Come 'ere." Zayn took my wrist in his rough hand, pulling me in the hall close to the toilets. He could sense that I was nervous of other people watching at me doing something I had never done before, so he pressed me against the wall, moving his left hand on my ribs.

"Part your lips," he demanded. He lifted the cigarette and inhaled the smoke in, keeping it in his mouth.

Zayn moved his left hand up and pressed his thumb against my lower lip, parting my lips more and blowing the smoke into my mouth.
I breathed in and the smoke filled my sensitive lungs, making me cough in my palm. Zayn chuckled and sucked on his cigarette again, bringing my lips on his and kissing me, letting the smoke fly in my mouth and in the air around them. His left hand stroked my jaw as he kissed me, throwing the cigarette on the floor and destroying it with the tip of his sneakers. Picking up my face in his big palms Zayn kissed me passionately.
His right hand moved down my body to my backside, squeezing my ass cheeks and making me jump lightly, cupping his face in my own hands.
Our bodies pressed together, tongues dancing, hands cupping, and the sexual tension obvious, we could smell it in the air.
Panting, we broke the kiss, foreheads pressed together and chests touching as we breathed, raising and falling. I looked into his eyes, loving the dark color they had, loving the shine in them.

I knew.
He knew.
The Angel finally belonged to the Devil.

Notes

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