Blame. (Book 1.)

10.

I haven't seen Zayn in a few days. More than a few days, actually. It's actually kinda weird. I'm so used to seeing him everyday and every morning.

I hope he's not gone doing something stupid. Or something he'll regret.

Because, you know. Apparently I care about him now.

I was in my office, with Dinah, as usual, drinking caramel lattes and watching Friends on my TV. I was simultaneously trying to log into the grid.

The grid was basically a map like thing, that tracks your target on a mission. The last time I used it on Zayn was ages ago. And unfortunately, I don't remember my password.

"God damn it Elsa. Always fucking shit up." Dinah mumbled with a mouthful of popcorn in her mouth.

I typically rolled my eyes while I thought to myself.

Come on, Lauren. Think. Your 16 year old self. What would your password be...

I thought back to my teenage years and being 16. Also remembering my boyfriend that eventually ended up cheating on me. Which resulted in Zayn kicking his ass.

Bingo.

I quickly typed in "BradisaBitch666" and got in.

What a coincidence.

I silently cheered to myself and began to work my way into the grid.

Dinah must've heard my excessive typing and turned her head to look at me. "What the fuck are you doing?"

"I'm looking up where Zayn is," I said while staring at the screen. "He's been gone for days."

Dinah shrugged and rolled her eyes. "Like I said days ago, he's probably on a mission. Don't worry about him too much."

"I can't help but worry. Missions only take a day to do. Not 3." I said in a monotone.

I found my way to the grid and I looked around the area. No red dot.

I almost did a double take. "What the fuck?" I kept refreshing just to make sure.

"What is it?" Dinah asked, getting up from the beanbag chair, ditching her popcorn and walking over to my desk.

I showed her the screen. "He's off the grid."

Dinah's eyes widened. "Where is he then? He must be out of state.."

Out of state?

"Calm down, Lauren." Dinah said when she saw my fists clenched. "He's probably visiting Gigi."

She's right. It's none of my concern what Zayn does. I just hope he'll be back soon.

I heaved out another sigh. "You're right. I should just calm my tits."

Dinah gave me a comforting smile and walked back over to her beanbag chair.

I began to just stare plainly at the screen. Waiting for a red dot to pop up any second. As Dinah refilled her popcorn bowl, I began to think.

If Zayn is off the grid, doesn't that make him..

dead?

My heart skipped a few beats and I practically had to gasp for air. I was stressing out way to much. Stressing myself out way too much.

With everything that has been happening, with missions, Zayn, the kiss... I just don't know what to do.

And you know what? If Zayn is dead, I'd cry for hours.