Half-Truths [hs, mc, zm, nh, lt +]

Chapter Five

*Zayn's POV*

"We found her portfolio." I look up and watch as one of my crewmen drop a booklet in front of me.

"Thank you Darius." I nod his way, sending him off.

He runs away and I open the booklet. She's gonna be perfect. 5'7.5, tanned skin, smart. Perfect arm candy.

"Sir, the gala's in 2 hours." I look up and see Darius at the doorway again.

"Ah right. Get my suit and jewelry ready." He nods and runs off.

I sigh and get up, wanting to shower before I put my suit on. I get to the bathroom and turn the water on, watching as the steam from the hot water rose. The mirror and glass doors got foggy, so I took that as a sign to get in.

I let the water wet my hair, letting it  run down my neck and shoulders, all the way down to my hands. I watch as droplets fall off the tips of my fingers and land onto the tiled floor of the shower.

After I finish my shower, I wrap my towel around my waist. Tattoos litter my body in all shapes and sizes. I walk into my room and see my suit hung up on my closet door.

I take it off the hook and start putting it on. I love the feel of silk against my skin. I shuffle into my blazer then do up the first few buttons, leaving parts of my chest exposed. I grab my tie and wrap it around my neck, turning towards the mirror so I can tie it.

I grab my Light Blue Pour Homme fragrance by Dolce & Gabbana and spray some on my neck and wrist. I grab my comb and hair gel and get to work on my hair. I slick it back slightly, but a piece of it just wanted to stay in my face.

I slip on my dress shoes, give myself a once over in the mirror, then head out the door and into the front foyer. My car sat in front of the doors, shining under the setting sun.

I have many cars, but today I chose my Ferrari 458 Italia. It was black, the rims a shimmering silver. The tires sat snugly on the rims, looking brand new. The inside had butter soft white leather seats with seat warmers, and Bluetooth stereo, and a button to control the LED lights. The two front windows were tinted, and around them had LED strips. There was AC and a heater, as any car would have. The steering wheel was black leather with gems in the seams.

I step into the car, shuffling into the drivers seat. The wheel fit nicely into my hand, and I put the car in reverse. I back out of my house's parking lot, then put the car in drive.

I arrive at the gala, cars are parked everywhere. People are standing outside, chatting with others and holding drinks. Knowing Harry and Louis, I'm expecting there to be drugs and an open bar.

There's valet parking, so I toss someone my keys and walk away. I go up the wide staircase that leads to the entrance of the house. I give people quick nods as I pass.

I'm not just here for the drugs and trading of weapons. She's going to be here. My target. She doesn't know it, but she belongs to me. I don't like her, or even love her, she's just next on my list. She has the body of a model, so it's a perfect way to drag attention onto me instead of others like Harry or Louis.

I hold her portfolio in my hand as I walk aimlessly around the house, looking for either white powder or a bar. My eyes pass over the crowd until I spot a familiar face. I remember the orange-y red hair, the eyeliner that she always wears, and the skin that's white and smooth.

She notices me but pays no attention to me, instead focuses on a girl beside her. She had a red dress on that accented her tanned skin perfectly. The front of the dress had a crisscross so it showed off some of her chest. Her fingers were dressed elegantly in thin golden rings, and on her neck she had a golden necklace with something on the front that I couldn't quite decipher. She also had brown-and-red hair which was easy to stare at.

"Jay!" I hear someone call. I pull my eyes away from the tanned girl and see a brown haired man beside her friend.

"Niall- what? I've missed you!" She says with that smile while hugging him. They know each other? I'm guessing so, because she's hugging him.

"I know. I've missed you guys too." He says with a smile. Friends? Lovers? I'm not too sure.

The tanned one noticed me, catching me staring. I give her a smirk and she starts making her way over.

"Take a picture, it'll last longer." She says, a smug look on her face. I notice a playful look in her eyes, and I admire it.

I then realize that her necklace I had noticed before had a 'T' on it. I wonder what that stood for.

"Who's to say I hadn't already took 20?" I shoot back. I mimic her smug look and I got a laugh out of her. Her laugh was melodic and could brighten a room. It was the type of laugh that if anybody heard it, they would start laughing too.

"Nice one." She praises me with a smile. I notice she has rings on all fingers except the ring fingers.

"What's your name, lovely?" I ask, leaning against the wall.

"It's Trish, daughter of Harry and Louis." She says. That's her. She's the one I came here for.

"Well then, hello Ms. Styles!" I say playfully. I bow a little, extending my hand in front of me.

She giggles and takes it. I stand up straight and twirl her around, earning another laugh. I steady her again and she fixes her hair a little.

Now that I'm close to her, I can see things that I missed before. Her glossy red lipstick stood out elegantly on her face. She was wearing eyeshadow that brought out the golden bits of her eyes. Not the mention the winged eyeliner suited her face well. This is going to be hard not to fall for her.

My hand snakes up her thigh until it rests on her waist. She doesn't seem to mind. I want to get a reaction out of her, so I place the other one on her waist too. She gives me a smirk. Is that all I'm going to get out of her?

"Is that all I'm going to get out of you?" I ask. My face is inches away from hers.

"Maybe, we'll see." She grins. She places her hands softly on my arms, as if she's scared to hurt me.

"May I?" I wait for her consent.

"Yes." She nods, and I close the space between us. Her eyes flutter shut. Her lips feel soft against mine, and move nicely.

Her hands slide up my arms until they get to my shoulders. She grips onto them and I pull her as close as I can. I don't care that I'm messing up her lipstick, I don't care that I'm crumpling her dress. She's finally in arms reach. My plan has launched.