Dancing with the Devil

Pretty

Florence's pov/
I got out of the cab and ran up to my appartment. makeup smeared, outfit ruined.
Why the fuck would I say that to him? He probably hates me now.
I pulled out a smoke and bared it between my teeth as I fiddled with my keys, trying to find the right one.
The door clicked open and I made my way out to the small balcony and opened the sliding door, shoving some plants out of the way so I could stand near the ledge.
Closing the door behind me I squeezed outside and rested my arm on the metal slab separating me from the pavement below.
I took my lighter to the end of my smoke as I flicked the igniter.
Smoke filled my lungs and I immediately began to relax as I took a drag.
I took in what I had just done 30 minutes ago.
What was I thinking? Why would I say that straight to his face.
I was almost tempted to laugh a bit, just because of the look he held on his face after the words came spilling out.
His droopy eyes widened and his cute little mouth was opened slightly.
I let out a small snort as I took another drag.
Why the hell was I laughing about this.
I mentally slapped myself as I began laughing some more.
Maybe it was the henny, or maybe it was the fact that I had just told off toronto a biggest r&b singer.
I chuckled some more as I put my smoke out and threw the butt in an empty beer bottle on the balcony, making my way inside and ripping my clothing off, one article at a time until I was just stranded in the living room, sitting on the couch in my black lace bra and undies. I rested my head back casually onto the couch cushions. drakes voice still pounding in my head from the concert.
It was a fucking awesome concert I'll admit that.
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After a few minutes of contemplating life, I finally got up and walked over to the kitchen, taking 2 advils for the stress and the headache I was going to have tomorrow.
Gotta think ahead.
Humming some Random tune in my head, I scooped myself a bowl of kit Kat icecream, but the spoon in my hand quickly changed to a sharp large machete like knife when I heard the toilet flush.
Who the fuck would be here.
My mind raced, it was probably a murderer, someone who was going to rape me or Torture me.
I mentally slapped myself for watching so much criminal minds in the past.
"Who's there" my voice shook and I began to slowly make my way over to the noise in my bra and panties, the knife extended.
"I'm armed, I will slit your fucking throat" I yelled a bit louder, edging my way over to the bathroom.
"Its just me" a light flicked on and I heard a smooth voice getting closer.
I recognized the voice but maybe my mind was playing tricks.
"Ok 'just me' come out with your hands above your head" ok it sounded tough in my head but I basically sounded like some fucktard cop.
"Kinky" I heard a muffled laugh as the door squeaked shut and the figure revealed himself.
"Abel" I confirmed my thoughts and put my knife down.
"Who'd you think I was" his face was void of any emotion. he didn't look sad or angry or anything. just calm, controlled.
"A murderer" I casually retorted as I walked back to the kitchen to put the knife back.
"Well you seem to know me pretty well, so I'm not a murderer" I could hear the sass on his tone but I was so past the remorse.
Although I had regretted what I said a couple hours ago, I couldn't care less anymore.
"I just said what I thinks true" I shrugged my shoulders.
"I honestly couldn't be bothered" why the fuck was I being so confident around him, I was almost being quite rude and I didn't even care? What was wrong with me.
"Well" I heard him pause, taking in a sharp intake of air before he spoke agin.
"You weren't wrong" he completed his sentence and to my suprise, it didn't include the words 'you dumb bitch you don't know me'. had he just admitted that he's a play boy drug addict? Hm maybe I was dreaming.
I pinched myself on the hip and a sharp shot of pain proceeded it.
"What was that" his voice dripped with humour and I turned to see him smirking, eyebrows raised.
"Making sure I'm not dreaming" I concluded, shrugging my shoulders again.
"How did you get in here" I asked the most obvious question that I probably should have asked earlier.
"I followed you, and you left the door open so I snuck in when you were taking a smoke and went to the washroom to flush out my drugs" his eyes did seem more clear.
He stood there, wearing his same vest and pants, eyes slightly widened, mouth slightly agape as if what he had done, had just sunk in.
" wow good job" I smirked, hands on the hips, the sass was in full fledge tonight.
"You'll jut buy more tomorrow" I concluded, whilst making my way over to the half melted icecream, taking a large bite and looking up to see him staring at me.
"Why did you follow me" I asked, a dribble of icecream creeping down my chin.
I honestly could care less right now and I don't know why.
"Because for some reason I wanted to prove to you that you're wrong" he admitted, plopping himself down on the couch where I had sat previously.
"Oh" my mouth formed an 'o' as I stood, staring at the attractive man sitting on my couch.
"Yep" he said, popping the p.
"I like your outfit by the way" he spoke in full seriousness, while his eyes scanned over my exposed body.
Should I be feeling self concious? If so why the fuck wasn't I.
"Thanks" I shrugged again--this was getting to be a new habit.
I made my way over to wear he sat, icecream in hand, strutting slightly with my new found confidence.
"Want some?" I plopped beside him, my hips hitting his waist.
"No" he smirked, his eyes gazing at my body still.
"What" I peered at his curiosity, taking another bite of melty icecream.
" I want to fuck you so bad, you don't even know" his features softened slightly as he looked up a me, a cute smile playing on his face.
if I was being honest with myself, I wanted to fuck him too.
I can just imagine the things he would make me feel and the things he would do to me, but the only word that managed to escape my mouth was "nice"
God I was dumb.
"Nice?" He shuffled a bit closer to me, his eyes were slightly bloodshot and he looked over all, confused.
I bet he wasn't used to getting turned down like this.
"im tired, I'm going to bed, you can show yourself out" I scraped the icecream bowl and made my way to the sink, making sure to sway my ass as I walked.
"You're a fucking tease, you know that" I could hear the smirk on his voice and I turned to confirm what I heard.
He stood there, smirk on his lips and hands at his side.
I rinsed my bowl and made my way back to where I stood.
"Night abel" I bent In and gave him a kiss on the jaw, pulling away to see him still smirking as I walked down the hall to my room.
I curled up into my bed, thinking of the events that happened today.
I walked into that concert a shy girl but now it was like I was a different person. maybe it was the henny, maybe it was him.
For some strange reason, I didn't think this would be the last time I ran I to Abel.
I smiled to myself and fell asleep.
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Late update whoops, I'll start updating more.
So zayn malik signed a solo deal and I would love to hear him and abel record something x
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