Troubled

Breathing shakily, I bit onto my lower lip softly and moved the black eyeliner pencil across my sparkly eyelids, fixing my makeup and smacking my lips together to spread the nude lip gloss over my lips.

Shaking my fingers through the light, dyed strands of my once dark hair, I turned around to check if the dress was revealing enough. Smirking to myself, I fixed the elastic material of the little black dress on me and walked across the tilled floor in the toilet. Grabbing the doorknob, I pulled the door towards myself and once again stepped into the club. The music was very loud, vibrating on every pore of my sweaty skin. My eyes refused to adjust to the flashing lights above me.

"Angela, c'mon, I ordered us drinks!" A very drunk Erin giggled and tugged a strange boy with her towards the small table in the club. Frowning, I followed, swaying my hips as I passed the group of college boys. They looked at me, admiring me, wanting me.

"Wooo! Let's get wasted!" Erin giggled drunkenly and raised the cup up in the air, downing the drink and kissing the boy next to her in a messy way.

"You're already wasted," I chuckled and downed my own shot of tequila, hissing at the feeling of strong liquor burning my throat. I looked around and my eyes stopped on a boy who stood alone, drinking slowly and undressing me with his dark eyes. Winking at him, I kept my eyes on him as I walked towards the dance floor, daring him to join me.

And soon, his small and chubby hands were gripping my hips, much smaller than the devil's. Much softer than the devil's. His breath was a fog of alcohol and smoke on my lips as I kissed him, allowing his filthy hands to roam my body. He gripped my ass. I gasped and smirked in the kiss, wrapping my arms around his neck.

"Angela!" Erin yelled behind me, causing me to jump in the stranger's arms. Turning around with wide eyes, I saw Erin standing there alone with a phone in her hands.

"What?"

"We need to go. It's urgent."

"What's going on?" I almost whined, unwrapping my arms from the stranger's neck. Erin looked as if she was completely sober. But she was far away from that.

"I-It's Olivia. S-She's alone. You know that."

Frowning, I completely forgot about the stranger behind me and grabbed Erin's forearm, walking with her to our table so I could listen more carefully.
Olivia was our roommate, a shy, smart and beautiful girl who actually wanted to study. She was that type of a girl who liked to stay at home on a Saturday night with a book in her hands and a cup of cocoa on the table near her. She enjoyed small things. Just like I used to enjoy once.

"I know she's alone. She told us she had to study. What's so urgent?"

"She just called me crying. She told me that someone broke into the apartment. She begged me to come as fast as it's possible. We need to go."

Rolling my eyes, I threw on my black coat over the revealing dress on my sweaty body. I pushed my hair from under the coat and let it curl against my back. It was still long, but honey brown. Very light. Very different, like me.

"Alright. Let's go," I nodded and followed Erin out of the club. I didn't believe that something had happened to Olivia. She was probably bored and she wanted some company.

Turning the engine on, I stepped on the gas pedal and the car moved across the road and into the cold, January night.


***


"Let's make a bet," I offered, "I bet that she's bored and that she just wants to make cookies with us. Or a cake. Both counts."

"What if she's really not okay? Ugh, I can't walk," Erin giggled and stumbled in her navy blue high heels, almost kissing the pavement before I caught her.

Walking into the flat, I sighed when I found out that the elevator wasn't working. It was so quiet. We dragged our self up the stairs and I managed to check the time; it was half past midnight. Olivia was probably hungry.

"Hereee weee areee! In our castleee!" Erin sang an unknown song, causing me to grimace as I tightened my arm around my friend's small waist.

Digging into the pockets of my coat, I grabbed the keys and unlocked the door, walking in and smelling the familiar smell of cigarettes.

It was Red Marlboro.

"Oliviaaa, my dear! Since when are you smoking?" Erin yelled as she kicked the heels off her feet in the hall. I laughed loudly and pulled the sleeves of my coat down, taking it off and hanging it on the hanger.

"I swear baby, I want a cake, too. Though I almost fucked the sweetest boy in the club before you called!" I yelled in a different, husky voice. We were still giggling in the hall, yelling to Olivia who was silent in the other room.

"Oh, he was so sexy."

"I bet no one can compare to Leo," Erin tried to wolf-whistle, but failed immediately. It came out like a puff out of her lips.

"Oh, no one can compare to him! He fucked so good, I couldn't walk. Ugh, Olivia, come help me with Erin! She's drunk!" I yelled again and held Erin tightly as she swayed side to side.

No answer from Olivia.

"For fuck's sake!" I cursed, "I have to do everything by myself."

Wrapping both of my arms around Erin's waist, I dragged her through the hall, the smell of Red Marlboro increasing as I walked closer and closer to the living room. The lights were on. I stepped in, looking down at the floor to watch where I was going.

"Hooolyyy," Erin mumbled when she looked up, throwing her head back and giggling loudly.

"What's wrong?" I looked at her and saw her pointing a finger at something in front of us.

Following her finger, I finally looked up to be met by the familiar faces of The Devils.

"Welcome home, angel," Zayn cocked his head to the side and blew out the smoke in the air. He was sitting on the couch, ankle resting on his knee with his arms on the armrests, holding a glass of whiskey in his left hand and a cigarette from Red Marlboro pack in his right one.

I couldn't find the words to speak. I just stared. My arms loosened around Erin's waist and the drunk girl fell down on the floor, falling asleep immediately.

"Cat got your tongue?" Zayn squinted his black eyes and rubbed his index finger across the light stubble over the skin above his lips.

God, he was a man. A real, grown man. Handsome and broad. Muscular and tall. Confident. Full of himself. He shone so brilliantly.

I finally managed to tear my eyes off him when Niall stood up from the other couch, walking slowly and carelessly towards Erin's asleep body on the floor. He looked down at her and stretched his strong and sharp jaw, and I noticed lots of scars on his milky white skin. He knelt down and picked Erin up, walking silently and slowly out of the living room, leaving me alone with the rest of The Devils.

"Where's Olivia?" I spat.

"Oh, she's safe. She had half an hour to pack. I recorded her voice and took her phone before she left."

Sighing in relief, I closed my eyes for a moment before I opened them again and watched Zayn finish his cigarette, slowly and carefully. His jaw jumped and moved as he blew out the last smoke out of the cigarette.

Taking a short sip of his whiskey, Zayn's eyes glided over my body, taking everything in. Studying me.

He was probably thinking of how much I had changed. How my body looked different; my waist was smaller, hips wider, and there were probably marks on my pale skin from the bastards I'd slept with. Grinding his teeth together, Zayn's jaw moved around as his eyes scanned me whole.

Pursing his lips, Zayn moved his eyes across my face. My eyelids were shining with a dust of silver eye shadow, eyes looking like cat's with black eyeliner and mascara. My cheekbones were just a little bit higher.

I changed so much.

"Harry, Liam- her arms. Louis- her legs. To the bedroom," Zayn commanded and leaned back in the couch. I frowned and watched three members of The Devils approach me slowly. What the hell were they trying to do?

"Please don't fight," Harry nodded and grabbed my left arm. Liam grabbed another one.

"What the hell are you doing?!" I screamed in fear and kicked around when Louis grabbed my ankles and lifted me up in the air.

"Let me go! You sick bastards!" I yelled and twisted in their arms as they carried me to the bedroom.

God knows what they were about to do...

"Stop Angela, please," Louis begged and they dropped me on the huge mattress of my bed. I rose up with my elbows and looked at the boys, but they were leaving, closing the door behind them quietly.

It was so silent that it scared me. I sighed and collapsed on my back, staring at the ceiling and thinking about my life.

It had been a year since he had left. A year and a month. And my devil was here, in the same apartment as me. My heart started to beat faster as I thought of what that man was capable of doing now. He hadn't changed so much, he was just a little bit more muscular and he had dark stubble across his chin, neck and on the place above his lips. He looked like a man.

As I thought about the situation I was in, I heard the door of the bedroom open and close. I moved up to my elbows again to be faced by the most dangerous man I had ever met. His eyes were dark brown, still sparkly and brilliant. Still able to seduce me.

My eyes slowly moved down his body and to his hands, noticing a white, fluffy towel in them. It was small and it looked wet.

Inhaling harshly, Harry balled his hands into fists and walked slowly and calmly towards my shaky body on the bed.

"Take the towel. And clean that cake on your face," Harry nodded at my makeup covered face.

Frowning in confusion, I snarled and moved away when he sat down on the bed next to me.

"You're fucking insane."


It was such a wrong thing to say to someone as bad as Zayn.

Growling lowly, Zayn gripped my jaw with his huge hand and rubbed the towel over my face, and even though I was tossing and protesting, he managed to keep me in place. He rubbed the towel roughly over my delicate skin, cleaning the makeup that made me look like a different person.

"There," Zayn spoke when he finished, "Much better."

And just when I thought that he was going to leave me alone, he proved me wrong. Standing up slowly with his eyes on mine, Zayn started unbuckling his brown, leather belt.

"Now, I'm gonna teach you something. You're in so much trouble, Angel."

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