Z

one

I slowly get out of bed as I realize I was only wearing my bra and underwear. I blush as I remember the wonderful night that I spent with my boyfriend, Zayn or Z that's what I usually call him. I pull my hair in a sloppy bun, grab one of Zayn's large t-shirt and use it. I make my way downstairs, following the amazing smell that leads me to the kitchen. I see Zayn cooking some pancakes on the kitchen only wearing his boxers.

"Morning boo," He greets me with a smile. "Morning" I reply, smiling back at him. Suddenly, I hear him chuckling. "What?" I ask. "Nothing, last night was just perfect" he answers while cooking.

"Z?"

"Yes boo?"

"Z what is this? did i do that to you?" I ask him as I trace my fingers at two large scars on his back wondering how he got them. "It's nothing" he mutters.

I kiss his shoulder and hug his waist."Are you hiding something from me babe?" I ask nicely. He turn around and now our face are facing each other. "It's complicated and it's a very long story, i don't think you want to hear that" he huffs. "C'mon just tell me, I have a whole day to hear the story," I smile. "Here you go, I made you pancake." He pecks my lips and hands me the pancake.

"Hey don't change the topic." I whine. He laughs and goes to the laundry room. After a few minutes pass, Zayn finally comes out from the laundry room all dress up. I look at him. "Z, where are you going?" I ask him, my mouth full of pancakes. He takes his car keys and kisses my lips. "Work, I'll see you later. Okay boo?" He says. I just nod.

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3 weeks. It's been 3 weeks after i asked zayn about two large scars on his back and for some reason he start being distant.

For example, everytime i ask him to do something with me he will always find an excuse or everytime i start a conversation he will give me a short answer. I miss him, i miss his touch, i miss how he looks at me, i just miss everything about him.

A lot of question is in my mind right now.What if he found someone better? Is he going to leave me?What if i'm not good in bed and that is the reason he's going to leave me? Oh god, i wish i have an answer.

I sit in my couch, watching my all time favorite movie , Peter pan. Suddenly i feel a peck on my cheek. I turn around and see Zayn. He plops down next to me and hugs me around my waist. His eyes were full of mirth, twinkling under the dim lights

of the room. "What are you doing, Z?" I ask, chuckling at his childishness. He pouts and gives me a chaste peck on the lips. "What? Can't I hug my own girl?" He asks back. I shake my head, although secretly smiling. "I can't wait for tomorrow, by the way. Our 2 year anniversary." Shit. I forgot. He pulls me closer and I felt his chest rumble from laughter. "You forgot didn't you, boo?" He smiles, eyes turning into crescents. I froze, but then slowly shake my head. He chuckles and kiss my head. "You totally did. Don't worry, I don't mind." He hums, before he closes his eyes and drifting into dreamland.

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After hours of dolling myself up, I step into the fancy restaurant Zayn had picked. I arrived about 5 minutes late but still sent him a sorry smile when I slip into the seat across him. "I'm sorry I'm late." I sigh, tucking a loose strand of hair behind my ears. He shook his head and gives me a small smile in return. "Its fine."

The night passed quickly, tensely. Dinner finished quickly and I was brisked off back to his Cadillac. We're already on our way home now. Something was off about him today. He almost didn't talk to me at all; he answered with curt answers and nods or shakes of his head. He kept playing with his food (not finishing it) and avoided eye contact with me.

Oh God.

Don't tell me he's going to-

"Babe?" His clear voice rang. It cut through the commotion inside my head.

"Y-Yeah?" I stuttered.

"Are you okay?" He asks, his eyebrows knitting together in the middle. He stole a quick glance at me from the rear view mirror and put his right hand on top of mine.

The question is, are you okay, Z?

I shook my head slowly.

He didn't say anything until his Cadillac was safely parked in our garage and we were inside. I quickly walk to the living room and cross my arms over my chest, leaning on our piano.

"What is honestly wrong with you?" I ask, barely containing my frustration. His head snaps up and his brown orbs meet my smoldering eyes. "You were acting completely fine and okay, but today you acted like you didn't even know me!" I hiss out. His face falls into a frown and I roll my eyes.

"I was nervous, okay?" He admits, mirroring my actions as he crosses his arms infront of his chest.

"Why? Because you wanted to break up with me?" My voice cracks.

"No. Do you believe that angel exist? ." He blurts.

"Oh, yes, no I mean I don't know. I completely- What?" I gape. I was stuck between laughing my head off and just leaving him there.

His cheeks flushed a slight pink and he shifts onto his left feet.

"Listen...." He trailed off. He rubbed the back of his neck and leaned onto our bedroom door's frame. "I'm sorry I haven't told you anything about myself. I was taking it slow, to know whether you were truly the one or not." He pleads. His eyes finally make contact with mine and I felt myself nodding slowly.

"Because, well, being an angel is a big secret, okay. And I just-" His words falter, his face falling once again.

"I love you so much it hurts. Literally."

I take a huge intake of air at the words.

"Do you know the scars on my back?" He mutters, voice soft. I nod again.

"They're scars from my wings that were cut. So I could come down here and live with you."

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So that's my first story, hope you guys like it and yeah.

and i want to give a big shoutout to my best friend @addxct and @tr0picalkid for editing my story and @c0caines for the cover. Go check out their stories too :D

there will lots of stories coming out so stay tune~ bye luvvss