Vindictive

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Lauren slowly blinked her eyes open, everything was blurry as she tried to focus in on her surroundings. "What the fuck?" she gasped when she realized she was taped to a chair, Camila in the chair across from her, dry blood on her forehead. Her best friend was still in the state of waking up, and she was twitching. "HELP!" she shouted loudly unaware of where she was. All she knew was it was a basement of some sorts. "SOMEBODY, PLEASE HELP!" she shouted again, her voice was straining as she called out for guidance.

Lauren started to glance around trying to figure out where she was and then she saw a huge toolbox that had Zayn's fathers name on it, and she realized she was still im the cabin, just in the basement. She heard footsteps upstairs, and she tried to find a way out, her eyes immediately went to the saw hanging low behind Camila.

"Camz! Come on, you gotta wake up!" Lauren called out to her. "Camila!" she waited a few seconds until she noticed Camila's eyes rapidly moving, and she knew any second they would open. When they did Camila looked around, and then down at the tape around her arms, then to her best friend in the same unfortunate situation. "Where the hell are we?!" Camila tried to wriggle free, and get her arms out from the tape, but she just couldn't. "We're in the basement." Lauren let out a sigh.

"My head hurts.." Camila cringed.

"Yeah, it stopped bleeding though."

"Bleeding? My heads bleeding?"

"Yeah, you must've hit it on something." Camila's eyes widened as she made a realization. "I hit it on the counter right after I saw Harry! He was here! He can help us!" Despite all the terrible turn of events, Camila smiled a hopeful smile that her boyfriend would get them out of this mess.

"If he could help us, do you think we'd be taped to chairs right now?!"

"Zayn must've knocked him out or something... I swear if I ever get out of this, he's dead. Maybe we should have left with Ally despite her telling us not to, we should have. We wouldn't be here right now. Wow Lauren, you sure do know how to pick them.." Camila scoffed bouncing around in her chair hoping it would break.

"Do you think I knew any of this would happen?! Do you think when I first started to fall in love with Zayn that I thought 'hmm yeah, I'm going to visit him and he's going to tape me and my best friend to chairs in the basement after drugging us?!'" I shouted at her.

The footsteps started up again, and then the basement door opened. "Great.. we're going to die and we can't even put up a fight because we're duct taped to our chairs.." Camila mumbled to herself.

Only Lauren could see the stairs, unless Camila hopped her chair around. Lauren recognized the long slender legs belonging to Harry, and then his face came into view. "We're saved Camila... holy shit. We're saved." Lauren breathed out. Harry walked over to the girls, and his expression was hard to read. "Harry! Oh thank God you're okay, what'd you do to Zayn? You know what don't answer that, he deserved it. Just cut this tape off." Camila said, crying tears of joy.

"See I would love to...." Harry began pulling at his bottom lip. "But what?!" Camila shouted. "Get this tape off of me damnit!" Lauren stared back to the stairs, and watched the man she loved walk down them, ever so mysteriously. She knew right then and there, Harry wasn't going to help them.

"You ladies are going to try and run if we untie you." Zayn said. He stood next to Lauren and ran his fingers through Lauren's hair. She pulled her head away from him.

"Please tell me this isn't happening.." Camila said in a hushed tone as she started to put the pieces to the puzzle. "Harry, you can't- this can't... please just tell me that you managed to negotiate something with Zayn to let us go?" Harry shook his head, and frowned at his girlfriend.

"I helped him get you guys down here, and I duct taped you to the chair." he admitted.

"WHAT?!" Camila shouted her eyes bulging out of her head.

"I was actually headed to the flat to get you, and Zayn texted me and told me that you showed up at the cabin, and so here I am." he explained.

"I'm sorry, what? I don't understand. You let him drug me? And you taped me to this chair? What did I ever do to you?! We never fight, we're always happy. What went wrong?" Camila sobbed.

"Nothing went wrong. We are doing great, and I intend on keeping it that way. We only ever had one problem, and we solved it."

"What are you talking about?"

"Louis." Harry said.

Lauren's eyes went to the empty bottles of liquor that sat perched on the dusty shelf. "Fuck.." she mumbled under her breath.

"You're lying..." Camila gasped. Harry shook his head.

"He disrespected you, and he tremendously disrespected me. Do you think I'm going to let him get away with that? No."

"You couldn't have killed him, you were with me, and then you left to Zayn's cousins.." Camila was in absolute denial right now. She refused to believe that her perfect guy would kill his best friend, but Lauren thought the same thing about hers.

"Here's the real story. I left angrily with you, and the entire time I was imagining myself pummeling Louis' face in, and the more I thought about it, the more mad it drove me. I shot Zayn there a text and I told him I was pissed off, he said okay do something about it. I dropped you off to get your phone, and that was just my way of seeing if Louis was still there, because my anger still was. I dropped you off, and told you I was going to Zayn's cousins house. Before I even left I went back to the cabin where Zayn had also returned to, and he was already getting Lou bladdered, so I acted as though things were friendly between the both us and then I started to see red, and I pushed him into the pool, and I held him down until he stopped splashing about, then I left."

Camila was staring at Harry with her jaw dropped at this disturbing confession. Lauren was absolutely disgusted, she couldn't even look at him as he tried to justify his actions. Zayn wasn't the only monster, all this time she thought it was Perrie or an accomplice, but it was Harry and an accomplice, and both girls were literally sleeping with the enemies.