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Zayn Malik

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I always knew she was beautiful, but only now have I noticed how undeniably sexy she is. And I swear, something about her has changed. She is, of course, still adorable but I can sense a rather alluring rather than innocent look.

She'd always been my innocent angel, the only sweet thing left in my bitter life. She was my best friend, my only friend and the only person I ever needed. Sweet, naïve and completely aware of my dangerous lifestyle yet she chose to stick by my side.

I hadn't seen her in at least three months since one of the dangerous gangs in town had been tracking me down. Knowing how ruthless they were and the probability of them hurting my best friend to have their revenge on me, I stopped myself from seeing her. If they saw her with me, they would immediately take advantage of how much I care about her and use it against me. It was painful for me to not meet the only person I genuinely care about for such a long period of time, but her safety is above everything.

Currently staying at a cheap motel as my hideout, I find myself surprised when I hear the doorbell ring. I make my way to the door, squinting my eyes as I look through the peep-hole of the door. I know for sure that it's not any sort of strong, intimidating gang member so I hesitantly open the door.

I'm greeted by a warm body pressed against mine tightly, soft breasts pressing against my chest that indicate this is a female. As soon as my name leaves the girl's mouth, I have absolutely no doubt that it is her. I envelope her in my arms, hugging her with all I have as if she will disappear any second. She smells of strawberries and cream as always, her scent intoxicating me.

I step back to look at her gorgeous face, tears brimming at the corners of her eyes but she doesn't let them escape. Her smile is radiant as she looks at me, fingers grazing my cheeks then slipping to the rough stubble on my jaw. She is wearing a singlet top that allows me to see her bright white bra straps and a high waisted denim skirt. Perhaps it's the wild hair, or that her full lips have been stained with a seductively delicious tint, or that her long tan legs are on complete display, or the fact that I haven't had sex in about three months, too caught up in hiding from my murderers to be satisfied.

I always knew she was beautiful, but only now have I noticed how undeniably sexy she is. And I swear, something about her has changed. She is, of course, still adorable but I can sense a rather alluring rather than innocent look.

"You're supposed to tell me these things, Zayn." She whispers quietly, her hands now tangled in my quiff. Her fingers then slide down to the back of my neck, rubbing gently in a comforting motion but it's turning me on more than anything. "You can't just leave without an explanation."

"Angel," Her nickname drips from my mouth like sweet honey. I fight back a moan that is threatening to escape the back of my throat. Her soft rubbing motions on the back of my neck, the fact that I could so easily feel her crotch just by sliding my hand under her skirt, those white bra straps teasing me. Everything about her is driving me absolutely insane. "Who told you I was here?"

"That doesn't matter, does it?" She says softly, peering at me from under her eye lashes. She drags her hands down my arms and enclose her fingers around my wrists, tugging me towards the bed. "What matters is you're here and I'm here. All else is irrelevant."

She sits herself comfortably on the bed and I settle down next to her, both of us leaning against the headboard for support. We've been in this position many times, whenever she has a nightmare or whenever I feel lonely. But somehow, it feels different this time. I feel a bulge pressing against my boxers and slightly showing in my denim jeans. Our eyes lock, hers of the cold sea hypnotizing my chocolate ones.