Triple Dog Dare *A Zayn Malik Love Story*

Chapter 5

The song for this chapter is Take Care by Drake(:


*Zayn's POV*

This dick thought he was going to use Camille for sex the night of their date. That little shithead. No, nope, no. This was not going to happen.

"And what if she doesn't agree to it?" I blurted, turning to face him.

"She will," he replied, taking a sip of his beer. After placing it down, he turned to me and narrowed his eyes. "Why do you care anyway?"

"Because Camille wouldn't do that," I said. "That is, by the way, how you pronounce her name. It's Camille."

A look of recognition spread across his face. "Wait... I know you. You're from that gay-ass group, One Direction. And, I'm sorry to break it to you, but I don't care what you think. You're irrelevant," he hissed. I cringed at his guy's attitude. Was he serious? Did he really want to start something with me?

"Well maybe I am, but at least I stand a chance with her. I met up with her at the party too. It must've been right after you ditched her," I replied, emphasizing 'ditched'.

"So she gets around, I see," he remarked satisfyingly.

Something about what he said made me snap. I may not have known this girl very well yet, but that only made me determine to learn more. This man was no good for any woman, Camille or not. He was a player and clearly seeking only one thing- sex.

Before I could reconsider my actions, I balled my hands into fists, and collided my right one to his nose with a sharp right hook. I heard a satisfactory snap preceding the punch and I honestly had to say I felt better. His hands nursed at his freshly broken nose and he looked up at me timidly. It took a few moments for him to comprehend what I'd done.

"Have some respect for her," I spat.

He narrowed his eyes at me and I stared effortlessly back. "Burn in Hell," he snapped and started walking out the door. One of his friends paid for their drinks and then they all trailed out behind him.


*Next Night*


*Camille's POV*

I glanced at myself in the mirror one last time. My dress was black lace at the top with a white bottom that flowed down to my mid-thigh. The apparel had tiny, black, intricate designs at the very bottom that added the perfect contrast of black and white. My black clutch was the last thing I grabbed before heading down the elevator. Carter texted me and told me he was here to pick me up, so all I had to do was meet him down in the lobby.

The elevator door opened and I was happy to see that Carter was, in fact, waiting for me. His back was to me so I tapped his shoulder to grab his attention.

The first thing I noticed before anything else was the massive bruising on the bridge of his nose. The array of purplish-brownish colors caught me by surprise and my curiosity took over.

My jaw dropped. "Carter, what happened to your nose?" I gently reached out and brushed the tip of my finger over the wound.

"You should see the other guy," he joked.

"Who was it?" I asked. "Because he did some pretty good damage. I think it's broken." I retracted my fingertips from the still-sore area.

"Well, you'll probably never believe me if I say this, but you know One Direction?" My stomach dropped at the name, remembering my encounter with Zayn from a few nights ago. There was no way it was him, right? I nodded. "It was the Zayn guy from that group."



*Carter's POV*

I watched as her eyes widened; first in surprise, then in realization.

"There's no way he did this to you," she tried to convince herself. "I'm so sorry. I feel extremely guilty for this because I actually know him. I'm definitely going to have to talk to him about this." I reveled at the fact she was mad at him. The further away she distanced herself from him, the better chance I had to swoop in and get anything I wanted.

I offered to officially begin our date and she happily complied. She left a quick, soft kiss to my nose, careful not to further injury the already hurt area.

We walked out to my car and I drove us to a small, beautiful Italian Bistro in the center of London. It was quite expensive but my family had lots of money, so it outweighed any problems I could have encountered if I wasn't as wealthy.

Once there, I we walked inside and to a table reserved for the both of us. When the waiter came over, Camille ordered a wine, the name unfamiliar to me, and I simply went with a scotch.

Throughout they date, we made small talk. She was really easy to talk to, and quite a simple person. Her father was wealthy as well from owning a hotel downtown. I decided to put off my previous plan for the night after what happened at the bar the night before. That way Camille wouldn't believe Zayn when he told her what was said.

When we got back to the lobby of her apartment, she turned to me and smiled. "Tonight was really fun," she admitted. "Thank you." I accepted the hug she offered me. I watched as she entered the elevator, flashing me a sheepish smile as the doors closed.


*Camille's POV*

When I reached my apartment, I kicked off my shoes and skidded to the kitchen. I dumped out the contents of my clutch on the table to get find my phone. I walked into the living room to sit in the comfort of my chair and called Zayn.

He picked up, but I interrupted him before he could speak.

"Meet me at Now and Zen, the coffee shop we went to on Friday night. We need to talk like right now," I said.

"Alright, I'll leave now and meet you there." He sounded oddly... confident, was it? I was so frustrated with him right now. He had no right to try and ruin my date.

I grabbed my shoes and went back down the elevator. I wished I would have changed shoes because my heels were hurting my feet by now.

As I arrived at the café, I noticed Zayn standing at the front of the shop. He looked confused when he saw my not-so-happy expression.

I stood directly in front of him and he hesitantly took a step back. "What the hell did you do to Carter?"

"I punched him. In the face," he said simply. "He deserved it- big time."

I scoffed. "Rita told you I was going on a date with someone else and you said that was fine. Then you go and find him and break his nose? You're lucky I'm not kicking your arse right about now!"

"Woah! Hold on right there! I actually didn't go looking for him," he said matter-of-factly. "I ran into him at a bar, and do you want to know how I knew who he was?" I crossed my arms over my heat and waited for his answer. "He said he was going to take advantage of a girl named, Camille; a girl he met the night before at the Marylebone. And not just any girl, you." He stood up straighter and looked me in the eye. "I punched him because he was being a jerk and the stuff he was saying about you was just disgusting. I'm sorry if that's not what you would've had happen, but I just couldn't just let him disrespect someone like that."

We stood in silence for another moment or two before I worked up the courage to speak again. Now I was infuriated.

"Bullshit." His head snapped back to me and a vein in his neck protruded in anger. "That's bullshit." I repeated. "There is no way he said any of that. Carter has been nothing but a complete gentleman. Everything you said is a lie."

He stared at me for a long time. After another moment, he nodded his head. He slipped his hand in his pocket and pulled out his phone.

"What are you doing?" I snapped.

"Proving me right," he answered, putting the phone on speaker and letting it ring.

"How are you goi-" The ringing stopped and someone on the other line picked up. I shut up immediately.

"Hello?"

Zayn looked directly at me. "Hi. Is this Liam speaking?"

"Yes? This is my phone, Zayn."

"I'm just proving something here." He continued to stare penetratingly at me and I refused to look away.

"Where are you?" he asked.

"I'm with Camille."

"Oh. Did you tell her about that douche Carter yet?"

"Yeah, I'm actually telling her now." He squinted. "Liam, what exactly did Carter say?"

"He said that he and Camille were gonna... you know... tonight after their date. And then he said that she must have 'gotten around' after you said that she was with you, too."

My heart fell to the bottom of my chest. Zayn was right. My eyes welled up and I quickly turned my eyes away from him. I can't believe I trusted Carter for a second. I felt really dumb standing there so I pulled my coat tighter around me and excused myself.

I opened the door to the little shop and made my way towards the bathroom. I locked the door behind me, highly grateful that all of the stalls were vacant. My feet carried me slowly over to the mirror. I stared at myself for a long time, wondering what exactly had happened to me, just within these past two days.

I had met two seemingly amazing guys, one who turned out to be a douche, and one who was waiting for me to come out of the bathroom and admit that he was right. I sighed and took a few minutes to compose myself before facing Zayn again.

My fingers fumbled with the lock and then opened the door, to see Zayn had come inside. He was sitting at a table, simply waiting, his hands folded in front of him. An untouched caramel sat across from him and next to it was an untouched mocha. I hesitantly sat down in the seat across from him, refusing to look him in the eye.

"I got you a mocha," Zayn said. "I didn't know what you would want so I just ordered what you got the first time we came here."

"Thank you," I said. I grabbed the hot drink and held it to warm up my hands. I didn't know what to say. I came here earlier with the intent of kicking his arse. Now here I am, periodically sipping my coffee and looking everywhere but Zayn.

"I'm sorry for doubting you," I finally mustered, quietly, looking at my coffee.

"It's okay. I wouldn't have believed you if you had told me something like that either. I was just trying to protect you from something happening. I probably could have handled it better, but I wasn't thinking like that then."

I smiled and stirred my drink slowly. After a minute of the familiar silence, I stood up and slid in next to him on his side of the booth. His cologne was strong but no overwhelming as my arms found their way around his neck for a quick hug.

"Such a sweetheart," I muttered and kissed his temple. I could feel his cheek press against mine as he smiled and gave me a soft kiss to my cheek.

"You ready to go?" I asked. He nodded and I unlatched my arms from his neck. I quickly sucked down the rest of my coffee and threw it away on the way out the door.

He offered to bring me back to his place for a little while and I accepted the invitation. We pulled up to his house and found three other cars parked in the driveway. "Uh oh. Looks like the boys are inside, and who knows what they're up to. If you're tired of hectic events for the night, I suggest you don't stay. And I mean that in the nicest way possible," he chuckled.

I shrugged. "Nothing can be as hectic as what I've already gone through these past few days." He unlocked the front door and held it open for me to walk through. Just as I stepped in, Niall ran down the hall from the living room, more energetic than I had ever seen him.

"Did you know Harry came back early?!" he asked excitedly to Zayn.

Zayn shook his head and walked inside too. "What? No, he didn't tell me!" I waved to Niall and slipped my shoes off near the door. I trailed behind Zayn down the hallway and into the living room. Niall and Louis were singing at the top of their lungs, Liam was picking through music, and then there was Harry. Harry Styles to be exact. He was sitting on the sofa against the wall.

He looked up from his spot on the couch and when he saw us standing there, he did a double take. He looked from me to Zayn and back to me. I gave him a nice smile and he stood up and stuck out his hand.

"Hello. I'm Harry," he smiled, nicely. "Seems like a lot has gone on since I left five days ago..." I looked at Zayn and he diverted his eyes a bit.

"Harry, this is Camille. She's quite the straight forward one. Camille, this is Harry." I shook his extended hand and he shot Zayn a confused look.

"Straight forward? How straight forward?" Zayn smirked but a shy blush crept onto my face.

"Well, on Friday night I was headed to a party at the Marylbone and on the way there I was tapped on the shoulder. I turned around, only to be kissed on the lips by a very pretty girl." He pointed at me and I hid my face and laughed. "Then, we happened to be going to the same party and I caught up with her later. After that, she just kinda fell in love with me..."

I started giggling. "Dream on. You wish I was in love with you."

He smiled. "Well, regardless of if you love me or not, I'm hungry." Zayn turned on his heels and walked into the kitchen. I agreed and followed him inside. "Anyone up for breakfast at... 11:30 at night?" The five of us laughed and nodded so Zayn pulled out the carton of eggs and cracked the first one, bits of the shell falling into the bowl. He stared at it like it was infected or something and I giggled.

"You're doing it wrong." I moved towards the spot Zayn was standing and offered to help him. I cracked the eggs like a pro before adding milk and a hint off salt and pepper. I stirred it quickly until the yolks were fully mixed in. I poured the mixture into a pan on the burner and stirred it occasionally until I decided it was finished. We all stood in the kitchen and talked until I announced they were finished.

Zayn laid out six plates on the table and I put a generous serving on each plate. What people didn't know was that I loved to cook and I was very good at it. Rita's father got me interested in cooking a long time ago and it seemed to have stuck. So basically cooking up a midnight breakfast for five other people... it was a breeze.

A/N: Thank you for reading!  More stuff will be posted soon!  ~Mia and Carly(: