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"You're manipulative," he told me.
I nodded. Zayn smirked at my outward honesty.
"And very hot."
I smirked this time. He came closer and this time, I let him.
"And we have the same goal," he breathed, smoke fanning my face.
"So," he continued. "Partners?"
His hand was held out to shake, a deal waiting to be made.
He had no idea what he was stepping into, I told myself.
I gripped his hand and smiled.
"You've just made a deal with the devil." He smiled back at me.
Oh Zayn, I thought.
Only if someone told you that the devil lies.