Blame. (Book 1.)

5.

At the same time, we both raised up the daggers to each others throats.

The coldness of the blade made me want to squirm away.

I pulled away from his neck, his once lustful eyes now clouded with hatred. My eyes returned the same amount of hatred.

He pressed the blue harder against my skin, backing me up against the wall. "You thought you'd trick me."

"You would've felt for it." I chuckled darkly.

My back was pressed up against the wall and his body was now pressed against my own. I slid the dagger slowly across his neck, causing blood to ooze.

"Poison lipstick? Really?"

"Says the one who tried to kill me with a whoopy cushion sophomore year."

Zayn chuckled at the memory, pressing me up closer to the wall. I gasped quietly; certain body parts brushed against each together and I was about to lose it.

I looked up at him with my big green eyes, a small smirk playing on my lips. "You can't kill me."

"Oh I can."

"Then why haven't you? You have your chance, baby."

Zayn's POV.

I don't have the balls to kill her. Not yet. Not now.

I pushed her up against the wall a little more. Our cores were now pressed up against one another and I couldn't help but groan.

My attraction to Lauren was stronger than Gigi's, I admit.

"That's something for me to know and for you, to find out." I slowly pulled the knife away from her neck and took a few steps back. Even though I kinda didn't want to.

I cleared my throat and felt blood dripping from my neck. I reached my hand to touch it and groaned. It stung like hell. And it was a pretty deep cut.

Lauren must've noticed. She slid back into her dress and sighed. "Sorry about that by the way."

I shook my head. I've had worse. "It's fine. I get cuts like that all the time."

She shook her head and forced me to sit down on her desk. She reached into the drawer to pull out a few first aid kits.

"Take your shirt off." She demanded.

I raised an eyebrow and couldn't help but smirk. "At least take me out on a date first."

She looked at me and her eyes pierced into my own. Her expression emotionless.

The smirk wiped off my face and I immediately took of my jacket, tie, and shirt.

I caught Lauren staring at my chest and tattoos and cleared my throat. "Enjoying the view, princess?"

She rolled her eyes and started to dab the cut with a damp towel. I winced a little and she mumbled an apology.

I started to wonder why she was doing this. She's left cuts and bruises on me before. Much worse than what I had now. She's stabbed me a few times. I don't know how I'm still alive from all of that.

I

tilted my head as she wiped the blood away. We were dangerously close. Her breath was on my cheek. One move and I could be kissing her.

"Tell me something, Jauregui."

"Something." She mumbled with a smirk.

"You know what I meant." I rolled my eyes.

I heard her sigh, dabbing my cut with a little hydrogen peroxide. "Do you care about me?"

She tensed up and stopped dabbing my cut.

I raised my eyebrows and turned slowly to face her. Her face centimeters away. "Do you?"

She looked into my eyes and sighed. Starting to dab my cut more. "It doesn't matter."

I turned my head back to look at the glass wall that showed the city. It was beautiful at night time.

"It does. Just tell me."

She bandaged up my cut and handed the clothes that I took of back to me. I looked into her green eyes that said something that she couldn't say.

She sighed and put the first aid kits back in her drawer. "I'll see you on the roof."

With that, she left the office without another word. Leaving me with a million questions floating in my head.

***

I made my way back to the party on the roof. The cut felt a thousand times better. Lauren was a miracle worker.

I just wonder why after all the cuts, stabs and other markings she's left on me, why did she feel like this one was needed for her.. care?

I would be lying if I said that caring about me would be a good thing. It wouldn't.

Especially if someone like Lauren were to care about me.

I shook my head and stepped out of the elevator. I needed a drink. Or a cigarette.

Or both.

The person walking around with a plate carrying glasses of champagne in their hand walked passed me and I quickly grabbed a glass, taking a long sip.

Gigi was talking to Harry and Niall. Trying to get something for a report I assume. I looked around for Lauren only to see her sitting in a corner, by herself, eating a slice of cake.

She's always been like that.

During meetings or in any public event, she'll be in a corner, minding her business.

I wanted to talk to her, sit down beside her and annoy her but I couldn't.

I walked back over to Gigi, Harry and Niall. I engaged a conversation with them. But I couldn't help but glance at Lauren every now and then.

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A/N: Sorry for not updating for the last few days like I've promised. I'll update later on today. x

So. Do you guys think Lauren cares about Zayn? If so, then why? Should she care about him? Let me know your thoughts. x

Until next time, angels. ❤

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