Vindictive

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   Lauren was back at the flat alone while Camila was out with Harry. She was pacing back and fourth in the small living room with her phone in her one hand, and the paper containing a phone number in the other. She felt sick to her stomach but she knew she was going to continue feeling that way until she could figure things out.

   She blocked the number, and pressed call. It rang five times until someone answered. "Hello?" It was a girls voice and Lauren's heart instantly sank to her stomach. "Hello?" "Belle what did I tell you about answering my phone?" she heard a male voice in the backround, and she froze. "Well Alex, it's not like you were here to answer." the female responded. "Hello?" the male voice was on the phone.

"Heh... hello?" Lauren said in a male tone.

"Who is this? Zayn?" Lauren's eyes widened.

"Yeah...?" she said in her manly voice.

"Didn't I tell you to stop calling me from a blocked number? Why do you sound sick?"

"Because I am?" Lauren had her free hand over her heart. It was beating a million miles a minute.

"Let me guess, you and Harry want the keys to my house again?"

"No. I just..." Lauren couldn't come up with an excuse. It's like her brain shut down. The keys to his house? Why the hell would Zayn need the keys to this guys house. "I... I have to go."

"You okay?" Alex asked.

"Fine." Lauren fake coughed, and then hung up.

   The keys to his house? Lauren still couldn't process what the hell that could mean. She heard jingling around in the doorslot, and she turned around to see Zayn coming inside. "I brought some burgers and chips," he jingled the bag in his hands. "There was pop but I dropped it on the way up here, sorry about that." he laughed and walked over to the table. He started digging through the bag. "Are you gonna come eat? Don't worry Harry and I will go food shopping soon." Lauren walked over to the table and joined her boyfriend.

   "Do you want to spend the night at the cabin? There is plenty of food there to eat, and if you need to call anyone you can gladly use my phone." Zayn placed his hand on Lauren's and gave it a squeeze. "Harry and Camila are gonna stay there too, so if we head out to the gym in the morning you'll have company." Lauren finished swallowing her oversalted french fry and nodded. "Yeah. That sounds good. Plus, your neighbors are fighting loudly everynight, and it'd be good to go to sleep in peace, and wake up in peace." Zayn laughed, but Lauren was serious.

"Just knock on the wall and tell them to piss off, it really gets them quiet. They've been fighting nonstop for a year."

"Why don't they just break up?"

"I don't know, I haven't gotten around to asking them." Zayn winked. Lauren rolled her eyes at his sarcasm. "I love you." he said. Lauren smiled. "I love you too."

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   "I won! Hand over the money!" Camila cheered. Everyone was gathered around a circle in the backyard playing goldfish. Everytime someone won the game, each loser had to fork over a dollar to the winner. So far Camila won twice, Niall won once, and everyone else was losing. "This game is rigged." Harry dropped his cards. Camila leaned over and squeezed his cheek, then gave him a kiss on them. "Don't be a poor sport."

   "Wow, the whole gangs here, and they're playing games without me?" Perrie was in the doorway with her two friends that she brought to the pool party. Lauren looked at Zayn to read his expression, and it was blank as he shuffled through the deck of cards. It was almost as if she wasn't here to him. "Alright next round." he said passing out cards.