Love at First Bite

Chapter 5

Zayn's POV

I pulled away from the kiss after a minute. Jasmine just looked at me in shock. I wanted to say something, but what could I say? 'That was great,' or stay silent? Damn, I was losing it.

"Z-Zayn," she stammered out. "Jaz, I..." She ran off before I could finish my heartfelt statement. Damn it. Oh well I guess, I was going to say something stupid anyways.

Besides, she needed some time alone. Especially after that note I got in the mail from the army. I found it at her house while I was picking up her stuff. Her boyfriend/fiancee (yeah, apparently they were engaged too) had died in action, shot in the chest.

I kind of didn't want to deliver the news to her, so I left it on her bed. She would need to read it alone without people bothering her, she deserved some peace.

Then again, she'll probably be really upset, especially after what just happened. Why did I have to kiss her at such bad timing? Boy, now I felt smart.

I sighed as I walked into the living room and turned on the tv. She probably has read the letter by now, and it wouldn't be smart to bother the poor girl at a time like this.

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Jasmine's POV

I run up to my room. I can't even look at Zayn at this point, he kissed me even though he knows that I have a boyfriend. He doesn't know that we are to get married, but he knows that we are together.

I can't help but smile as I think about the wedding. I flop down on my bed and think about it. My beautiful princess wedding dress, my day on the beach, and my bridesmaid gowns. The whole thing couldn't be any more exciting.

The day that I would finally reveal to him the thing that I had been hiding even since we met, my tattoo. It says "Never give in," in neat, cursive writing on my back, right in between my shoulder blades. George never really approved of tattoos, but once we were married, he wouldn't care.

I look beside me to see a letter from his branch of the military. Probably a cute live letter, he likes to send me those at least once a month. But how did it get here? Did Zayn find it at my house?

I picked it up and opened it excitedly.

Dearest Jasmine,

It is to our greatest sorrow that we tell you that your fiancee, George Lundon, has been killed in action, shot right in the chest. We are very sorry. His funeral will be held in one week, on Tuesday July 9th, at the funeral home in the London area. The adress and all other information is on the back of this letter.

We are very sorry for your loss and hope that you feel better about it soon.

Sincerly, NBM

He's dead?

So I've been waiting all this time for a marriage that won't ever come, because my fiancee is dead? Are you fucking kidding me?

Anger sears through my blood as I stand up. I fall back down though because I am crying to hard, so hard that I cannot even see what is in front of me. I shove my face into the blankets piled on my bed and start sobbing.

I hear the door open, but I don't tell Zayn to leave, because I don't want him to leave. "Sweetheart, it will be okay," he whispers, putting a hand lightly on my back. I hear him sniff, which frightens me. I know he wants my blood. I back away from him into the corner.

"Don't you dare," I threaten. "Jasmine, I would never do anything to hurt you," he tells me, smiling. "Say that with a straight face," I demand. I don't trust that he is telling the truth.

He comes over and kneels down beside me, placing one hand on my face. I would tell him to stop, but it feels so good, like getting in bed after eating George's lasgne. Damn, that just makes things worse. I cry harder as the memories come. He pulls his hand away, but I take it back. These memories may be sad, but they are good memories.

"Jasmine Elizabeth Taylor, I would never, ever do anything to hurt you," he whispers, "And I promise that."

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Zayn's POV

As I sit down beside Jasmine, I inhale her sweet scent. Except, it isn't the same anymore.

Her sweet scent isn't all for the blood anymore. Its a beautiful scent of a lovely girl that I have come to....dare I say, love. It is no longer a delicious smell, but a smell that sends a tingling feeling through my spine.

This obviously scares her. She jumps of the bed and backs into a corner. "Don't you dare," she says in a shaky voice. Dammit, I am such a screw up.

"Jasmine, I would never hurt you," I assure her, smiling. "Say that with a stright face," she challenges. Here goes nothing.

I walk over to her and place a hand on her face. She starts crying. Damn, bad idea. I slowly take it off, but she presses it back on.

"Jasmine Elizabeth Taylor, I would never, ever do anything to hurt you," I tell her, "And I promise that." She smiles slightly and hugs me as if she will never let go. I hope she doesn't, it feels so right.

"Th-Thank you Zayn, all of this, it means so much," she whispers into my ear, her breath tickling it. "Anything for you Jaz, I love you," I whisper, "Oh, and as a friend this time." I can feel her smile on my shoulder. "Of course," she replies.

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