Angel In My Eyes

Chapter 8

Okay so, I don't really like how the last chapter turned out but I'm gonna continue anyways. And I'm sorry it took so long to update. I haven't had any good idea, actually any ideas at all for this story so I'm going with whatever pops into my head. I'ma just wing it with this chapter.

[~Liv~]

The movie ended too quickly for Zayn's liking. They were all sat in the front row seats in the dark theatre, because no one else atended the movie.

"Do we have to leave?" Niall winned into Zayn's shoulder.

"Yes. Now come on Ni." He strokes the young lads cheek before pulling him up, out of his seat.

Louis had fallen asleep during the film so Harry decided to carry him out of the building and down the block. The two had a hotel room rented, a couple blocks into town from Zayn's appartment building. They planned on staying there while they visited Niall.

Currently, Niall was leaning on Zayn, holding his hand, while they walked down the side walk. Niall felt great; it was night, his favorite time. He wanted to run. Run anywhere and float threw the air. He wanted to find a helpless fool, slit their neck, and....what was he thinking? No. He couldn't have those thoughts around Zayn. But he also needed to feed. That ment he couldn't stay with Zayn tonight. Which wouldn't be much of a problem seeing as Zayn was half asleep as he walked.

Niall chuckled "Zayn?"

"Hm?" Zayn slightly turned his head toward the blonde boy.

"You look exuasted. Would you mind if I carried you?" He was a bit embarassed to let out his soft-side to Zayn.

"No. Thank you." Zayn mummered as Niall picked him up bridel-style and followed Harold to the appartments.

Once there, Niall told Zayn he was going to bring him up to his room but was leaving for the night to hang out with Harry and Louis. He wasn't much fazed by Niall's word as he was falling asleep already. Niall mutter a quick 'goodnight', kissed the boy on the lips, and slipped out the window to meet Harry and Louis waiting on the ground below. "Let's feed." He grinned devilishly at them.

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Zayn wasn't very much fazed by waking up alone again. Instead he grogely got up and took his morning shower. He had work tonight. Which means he won't be up long before he went back to sleep so he would be well rested for his nightly mission.

After finishing getting ready he stood in his room in a  black T-shirt, grey sweats, and a pair of grey sock he had just pulled out of his drawer and slipped on. He wasn't planning on doing much today; rather laying around the house and sleeping.

He went into the kitchen to find a note from Liam saying he wouldn't be home today; he would be out with Danielle. Pleased he would have the house to himself he started humming All Time Low by The Wanted while making himself some breakfast. He settled on some pancakes Liam had made yesterday and warmed them up in the microwave. While they were reheating he got himself a glass of apple juice from the fridge.

Once everything was ready he brought it all into the livingroom and sat on the couch to watch TV. He flipped through a couple channels before deciding on 8 Mile on MTV. He wasn't a big fan of Eminem but he was rather bored and hadn't seen this movie yet. He sat quietly eating his pancakes and watching the movie for the next hour and a half. He finished his pancakes in less than half that time and was ready to go back to sleep.

Zayn cleared his dishes and rinsed them, laying them in the sink. Then he walked back into his room and layed down in his bed. But not before checking his phone. Niall texted him not even five minutes ago that he was coming over soon. Zayn quickly replied.

'I have work tonight. I'm going to take a nap.-Zayn'

Zayn layed in bed trying to sleep when his phone went off again. Pulling him from his dream state.

'Do you mind if I still come over?-Niall'

'No.-Zayn'

Before he knew it the Irish man was sliding in through his window and curling up next to Zayn. Instinctively, he wrapped a protective arm around him and pulled him into his side. It felt so right yet so wrong to have Niall next to him, in his arms. This wasn't right. Niall wasn't mortal.

But Zayn knew this: he was in love with this demon.