One last time/Zauren

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"Can you bloody believe that Liam is actually out with Sophia?" I exclaimed over the loud music at the bar.

"Sophia's the dancer from the white room, right?" Harry loudly asked back. I nodded. Lauren nudged me and glared at the mention of the white room and dancers. "I just can't believe he snagged up a dancer. Maybe she'll be his date to your wedding, maybe she'll bring a friend," Harry laughed lifting his glass to his mouth only to have it pulled away by Camila.

"Do you hear yourself, you idiot?" Camila walked toward the exit and Harry slapped his hand over her forehead. "Do I really have to run after her? I'm drunk right now.."

"Yes you have to chase after her. Think before you speak," Lauren said. Harry threw some money down to cover his tab and headed after Camila.

"No dancers from the White Room are coming to our wedding by the way," Lauren said sipping from her third martini.

"I never said any were, that's Harry being a fool... but say Liam and Sophia do pursue something further than hook ups, she wouldn't be allowed to be his date?" I asked.

"Well, of course that can be his date but she can't bring any friends."

"No duh, I'll be back. I need to use the loo," I explained walking away.

By the time I finished up in the bathroom, there was a guy taking my spot and talking to Lauren at the bar. I laughed to myself and rolled the sleeves up on my jumper before heading over there. "What's going on here?" I asked. The guy looked at Lauren and gestured to me. "I'm just telling this young lady all the things I'd do to satisy her.. Who the fuck are you?" I could feel the blood boiling within me.

"I'm her fucking fiancè!" I spat getting closer to him. Lauren stood up and got between us. "Zayn," she sternly said.

"Fianceè? Where is her ring? From what I got she's just a hot lonely single at a bar on a Friday night," the guy said. I grabbed Lauren's left hand and saw she wasn't wearing her ring.

The guy tugged on the collar of his shirt and laughed. "Looks like your 'fianceè' doesn't feel the same way."

"Zayn, I can explain-" Lauren pressed ger hand to my chest and I'm sure she could feel it heaving and feel my heart slamming against my chest.

I balled my hands into fist trying not to lose my cool on this guy right here. "Oh come on, hit me!" he shouted past Lauren throwing his arms up.

"You guys are drunk and I'm going to need you all to leave," the bartender said. The problematic drunk threw his arms up and walked away.

"Zayn, relax," Lauren said rolling her eyes and digging through her bag where she tossed the bartender some money. "Me relax? So, what am I supposed to just keep calm when another guy disrespects the both of us, especially you. I could give zero shits about what he says to me, but saying sll the ways he thinks he can satisfy you is where I draw the fucking line." I was fuming.

Lauren kept silent as we walked out of the bar, she still held my hand squeezed at it trying to relax me. "Where is that guy? I want his fucking head on a stick!" I started looking around.

"Stop it!" Lauren tugged on my hand. "You're drunk and you just need to have a nice glass of water and sleep when we get back to the apartment."

"I'm not drunk. You're drunk if you think I'm just going to let that guys comments slip by me."

There were standing outside the bar talking or smoking cigarettes and they were all staring at us. "Chill, Zayn, you've got people staring.." Lauren started to dig her fingernails into my hand.

I let go from Lauren's grasp and turned to the people gathered outside. "Are you staring at her? Can she not wear a little black dress without you breaking your fucking neck to get a look, huh?" I shouted at two guys around my age that were smoking cigarettes. I heard Lauren screech behind me before stomping over and grabbing my arm. "Excuse him," Lauren said pulling me away before an altercation occured.

"They aren't staring because I'm in a dress, they are staring because you're acting like a total fucking nutcase! Now, if you don't find your chill I will walk back to that apartment all by my self and lock you out and you can find somewhere else to stay tonight because I'm not dealing with this shit."

I didn't say anything as I caught my breath. I must have had more than I expected to drink. Lauren held her hand out toward me and I took it. We walked back to our apartment with silence and tension filling the air.

Lauren tossed the keys down on the table when we got back and kicked off her heels going toward the kitchen. Depp ran toward us licking at my shoes but I was in no mood to play with him.

"Why weren't you wearing the ring? What do you want people to think that you're single even though you're out with me?" I asked. Lauren shut off the water and placed the cup of water she must've gotten for me down on the counter. "I didn't want to do something dumb like misplace the ring while I'm drunk so I put it in my fucking purse! Don't fucking jump to conclusions, let me explain myself first."

"The nerve of you when you jumped to fucking conclusions about me in the White Room."

"Do not start with that shit Zayn," Lauren tried to be calm.

"Because you sound like a fucking hypocrite too, is that why?" Lauren slapped me across my face.

"You're just a jealous dick," she shouted storming toward out bedroom.

I held my hand on my face and followed after her, slamming the bedroom door shut, not giving a shit that it was one in the morning. "What Zayn, what do you have to say now?" I clenched my jaw shut tightly as we stood almost chest to chest, she was piercing me with those green eyes, suddenly my lips found hers.

Our lips and tongues collided roughly, and Lauren started slipping my jumper off of me. Everything escalated in a drunken minute and next thing you know I have Lauren beneath me. Her legs are wrapped around my hips and I am pounding into her. She's biting her lips to prevent moaning loudly and clenching her eyes shut. I start to suck on her nipples and her hands find their way from my chest to my back that she makes her canvas. All our rage we are taken out in this heated moment of being tangled in one another.

It's now morning and I wake up with a killer headache. Lauren is laying beside me with her lower half barely draped by the sheets and her upper half exposed. I get out of bed and slip into sweat pants. Everything that transpired yesterday becoming fresh in my mind as I maze my way through the articles of clothing scattered around the floor.

I feel pain on my back and look in the bathroom mirror where there are claw marks going down my back. Lauren's left marks before but holy shit she took out her frustrations on me.

I took Depp for a walk and by the time I came back Lauren was up drinking some bustelo. I didn't say anything at first as I poured myself some.

"How pissed off are you at me on a scale from one to ten?" I asked taking a seat at the table. Lauren stayed leaned against the counter and took a sip from her mug. I noticed her ring was back on her finger.

"Is zero an option?" she spoke up.

"A zero? Wait, are you not pissed off? I remember most everything that happened yesterday and I'd be pretty pissed off if I were you," I said.

"I know I should be pissed at you and I know I shouldn't excuse you being a drunken idiot but.. I don't know, we shouldn't fight. If we're going to get married we need to atleast make it to the altar," she giggled. "Yes, you were a complete fucking asshole last night but being the mature one, I am giving you another oppurtunity not to pull some shit like that again."

"I really am so sorry. I know next time to stick to something simple like beer. I love you, Lauren. I didn't mean to get jealous, I just love you so much and don't want to lose you. I can't lose you," I stood up and pulled her close to me kissing her lips softly. Lauren looked into my eyes and carressed my cheek. "You could never lose me."