Just Be Mines (Zouis/Niam)

A Dark Promise

**A/N: So it's the new years or at least two more hours so I'm updating all I can to bring in the New Years. The dark promise is made.**

I sat down on his bed, watching the portrait's eyes, my mind going at a million miles per hour. "It's very Dorian Greyish." I whispered, looking at the artist. ''And we all know how that turned out."

"I wish you could stay young forever." He whispered, placing his arm around me. I nibbled on his arm, staring at it.

" It would be pointless to stay young forever while you grow older." I said, looking at him. "Besides I'm pretty sure Oscar Wilde was saying don't sell your soul."

"I think we would never know." He said, turning and walking towards the bed. "Now tell me what to think about you." He whispered.

I twirled over to him and pushed him down on the bed, straddling his waist. I bent down and ran my finger along his cheek, smiling down at him. I grabbed his shirt and started tugging, lifting up slightly so we can take his shirt off. He took his time taking it off, teasing me with the lovely tan skin.

I reached into the back of my pants and pulled out my switch blade. His eyes grew big as I switched the knife out and held it against his skin. I held it against his skin and looked into his brown eyes. His head nodded slightly and I pressed the blade against his chest. I dragged it across ever so gently, just enough for the scarlet trail to come out. I licked my lips as I reached his nipple and brought it away from his skin before I damaged it.

"Can I?" I asked him. He nodded again, his mouth unable to find words. I leaned down and slid my tongue across the crimson trail, letting the blood collect on my tongue. It was the first time I've tasted anybody else's blood and it was amazing because it was Zayn's. I squeezed the cut, forcing more blood to the surface and started to kiss it.

I felt Zayn's hands on my face as he brought mines up to his. His lips smashed against mines, his teeth biting down on my bottom lip as he sucked the blood off. Then his tongue slid across the top of my lip and he smiled as he kissed me one more time.

"I taste good." He said with a smile.

"That you do." I whispered slowly. I licked my lips, trying to gather any remnants of the blood and kissed his cheek, leaning in softly.

"What's wrong?" He asked, his eyes sideways to see my face. I looked over at him, my mouth open slightly.

"Nothing, it's just that I'm a bit of a sadist." I whispered, looking down at the pillow. He looked over at me, a smile on his face.

"Is that bad?" He asked me.

"I think so." I said softly.

"Do you think I'm bad?" He asked me. I shook my head at him and he wrapped an arm around me. "Then there's no way I'd ever think you were bad." He whispered, kissing my cheek. "You're my deadly thorn."

"I am?" I asked him. He rubbed my cheek with the back of his palm, making me smile.

I stretched out beside him, snuggling against him. "I'm only eighteen and you seventeen, yet we manage to stay damaged beyond repair." I whispered.

"All damaged things have their beauty." He said. I looked at him and plucked his nose.

"Since when have my creep been such a poet?" I asked him.

"I have many sides of me, just like I believe you have many sides as well."

"What's your favorite?" I asked him.

"The one where you want to be with me."

"That's all of them."

"Then I love all your sides then." He said, grabbing the switch blade from my hand. "Carve me up if it calms you down."

I took the knife and brought it to his skin, sticking it down and drawing a heart over his and placing a "L" in the center. He looked down at the blood that emitted from his wounds, a smile on his face.

I bit down on my cheeks, trying to figure out what to say. No, I knew what to say. The problem was how to say it. "You can say whatever is on your mind." He told me.

" Do you still feel the need to kill?" I asked him.

"Sometimes."

"Would you kill for me?" He nodded quickly and I smiled. "What if I say I wanted to kill with you?"

"Just tell me who, where, and when and we will go." He said, kissing my cheek.

"The guy that raped me never got caught." I told him. "The cops were closing in so he ditched me at a school before driving off and disappearing without a trace. Until now."

"So you want revenge back against him? Interesting." He said, kissing my cheek. " What makes you think you found him?"

"A eight year old kid has gone missing. I don't really care about the kid, that's not my concern. I just want that bastards head. The kid is just an extra thing." I said.

"For you Louis, I'd kill everyone on this earth." He said, kissing my cheek. I smiled and curled up next to him.

"Thank you." I whispered, closing my eyes, knowing he would help me get peace. He never knew about my sleepless nights when I was home alone, nor would he ever know. Soon I wouldn't have a care in the world.

**A/N: So it's going to be pretty good this year! Though there's not much left of this story the remaining chapters will be amazing!**