Troubled

With my eyes popping out, I gasped and spun around to look at Zayn. He immediately rushed over to stand in front of me.
"How long?"
"Nine months. I'm expecting the baby soon...I'm preparing myself. But I can't do it on my own."
I almost collapsed on the floor from shock. Mike had made her pregnant, then he left? That wasn't him.
"Wait, does he know?"
"No. Please, if you know where he is, don't tell him!"
Nodding even when Barbara couldn't see me, I circled around the sofa and sat down, placing my elbows on my thighs and listening to Barbara patiently.
"I really can't do this on my own. I'm just a college girl. My parents are mad. They don't want to know about me."
In that moment, I made a decision. I would help her. The baby deserved to live in happiness, and Barbara definitely didn't deserve to be on her own.
"I'll help you. I'm gonna visit you tomorrow, text me the address. And please, stay safe."
"I will. Thank you so much, Angela," Barbara sighed in relief.
"Okay. No problem. See ya tomorrow," I spoke calmly and hung up.
"What's going on?" Zayn grumbled and sat down in front of me.
"Barbara is pregnant. With Mike. And she'll give a birth soon."
Narrowing his eyes, Zayn stared at me as if I was kidding him. As if I was lying. Then I really thought about the situation. Mike? A father? How was the gang supposed to work with a damn father as a member?
"No way," Zayn shook his head and stood up abruptly, placing his hands on his hips and staring out of the window.
"Where is he?" I gulped and stood up, standing next to Zayn and staring at him with anger flaming in my eyes.
"He's...he's still in the gang. I think he's home right now."
With a deep breath, Zayn moved his eyes on me, "I will fucking kill him."
"No! You idiot! You can't tell him anything! He doesn't know!"
"He have all rights to know," Louis spoke behind us, just when I forgot that he was there.
"I'll kill him," Zayn repeated and kicked a coffee table. The frames fell onto the floor and shattered into pieces.
"You jerk. If you tell him a thing you'll be dead," I raised my index finger at him and my nostrils flared. Zayn almost laughed.
"Since when do you care about Barbara?" Zayn laughed mockingly. His eyes glinted with humor.
"Since you hurt us both."
I could hear his breath quicken, and I was unprepared when his rough hands wrapped around my throat, squeezing hard.
"I FUCKING DARE YOU TO SAY ANOTHER WORD!" Zayn roared and squeezed harder.
"Hey! Stop it right now! Zayn!" Louis yelled and pushed him away from me. I coughed and rubbed my throat slowly.
"You sick bastard, I- "
"ANGELA!" Louis boomed and caused me to jump in fear. I had never heard him yell before. It was too scary for a small man like him.
"Go to your room. Zayn, calm down."
"Don't tell me what to do," he snapped and glared at me. I scowled.
"I'll be in my room," I nodded and walked away calmly.
He tried to choke me! Zayn was losing his mind, I was completely sure in that. Yes, he was always controlling, demanding and rough, but he had never been like this... He had never tried to hurt me.
I understood that I'd made him angry. But he'd gone too far. He was another person, just like me.
Huffing loudly, I plopped down on the bed and stared at the space.
I really missed him. I missed his touch, his beautiful eyes, his body, his smell...I missed the way I felt with him. I'd always felt safe with him. Even when he was a weird man, I'd cared about him once. Loved him. But I wasn't sure if I still loved him. I still felt everything what I'd used to feel once. Maybe I was still in love, but I wasn't brave enough to accept that.
As I was thinking and staring at the wall, the door of my bedroom opened and Zayn came in, without even looking at me. I followed him with my eyes.
Opening his duffel bag, Zayn grabbed his toilette bag and walked into the bathroom, slamming the door behind him. I winced.
After a few minutes, I heard the water run. I imagined his muscular body in the heat...all wet and glistening...skin smooth...muscles hard...
Rubbing my thighs together, I bit my lip and stood up, pulling his Ramones t-shirt off of me, along with my jeans and underwear. Tiptoeing towards the bathroom, I opened the door very slowly and carefully. Peering inside, I squinted my eyes. I wasn't able to see anything through the clouds of steam.
Closing the door softly, I bit my lip in concentration and almost jumped and screamed in surprise when I found him laying in the bathtub, leaning back, resting his arms on the edges with his eyes closed. He looked so beautiful. His skin matched the milky white water, tattoos shining, skin glistening. The drops of water glided across his hard chest slowly...fell down his wet hair and into the water, making a light 'drop' sound.
"Can I join you?" I whispered into his ear, causing him to open his eyes lazily.
He looked at me for a moment, his eyes moving across the curves of my body.
"Mmm..." he mumbled and rested his head back against the bathtub, as if he wasn't interested.
Smirking to myself, I climbed slowly into the bathtub, feeling the warm water on my skin. I sat down and moved my legs around his.
"Mhh...this is nice," I moaned and copied Zayn's position. With my eyes closed, I moved my hands across my full breasts, biting back a moan when I brushed my thumbs over my hard nipples.
"Stop it," Zayn breathed and glared at me. With a grin on my face, I obeyed and dropped my arms down into the water.
"Good girl," he mumbled, "Come here."
There were times when I loved to obey him, to be a submissive. And right now, I loved to listen to him.Moving on my knees, I straddled him and rested my hands on his hard, wet chest.
"So hot..." I breathed and caused him to smirk smugly. My eyes followed my hands as I moved them across his chest, over his broad shoulders and to his strong neck. His skin was so smooth and tight. So warm and wet. I couldn't help myself but lean down and kiss his collarbone, slowly and softly, making light sounds with my lips. My tongue poked out to lick and he threw his head back, wrapping his arms around me slowly.
"What are you doing to me..." I whispered against his skin, brushing my lips across his left nipple. He shuddered lightly.
"I've never stopped thinking about you...you were on my mind all the time. And after I lost Cathy...I knew I was alone. Because you left me," I breathed into his neck, "Oh, I missed you."
"I'm so sorry about Cathy. I didn't even know."
Nodding, I closed my eyes and sprayed his strong, sexy jaw with kisses. He hummed and titled his head to the side, allowing me to kiss more.
"I know I'm different. But I survived on this way. I don't want to change. Not yet," I confessed, "And you keep making me mad all the time...you keep pushing my buttons...and I do the same to you. We can't work without each other."
We couldn't work separately.
Exhaling softly, Zayn kissed my forehead and moved his long fingers through my damp hair. He probably wanted my old colour back. He wanted his Angel back. But I wanted him to understand that I didn't want to change yet.
"Oh baby angel..." Zayn rubbed his nose against mine, "You're all mine."
"And you're all mine," I peered up at him with hope in my eyes.
"I am."
My heart started to beat hard, hands shaking on his chest. It was as if he had said that he loved me.
"Say it," I whispered.
"I'm all yours," he breathed.
I arched my neck and connected our lips softly. Wrapping my arms around his neck, I figured out that I had missed the feeling of happiness with him. I knew that I was his.
Only his.

Notes

HI there guys! I am so sorry for the long long wait </3 but I am thinking if anyone wants to co-author with me? I will tell you the things you need to do :)