Blame. (Book 1.)

Fin.

I stopped punching at the bag, my chest rising up and down rapidly due to my heavy breathing. I slowly turned around, only to reveal a shirtless and very sweaty Zayn with the biggest smirk on his face.

He pulled me closer by my waist, pressing his lips to the top of my head. "Hey baby."

I rolled my eyes, placing my hands on his chest. I stood up on my tippy toes to meet our lips in a soft kiss before pulling away. "Hey loser."

"Woah, you guys seem pretty legit." Camila interrupted with clenched teeth.

I turned around to face her, Zayn wrapping his arms around me from behind. He nodded his head, placing his chin on the top of my head. "Yeah. We're official now."

"You're what?!" Camila shouted, getting everyone's attention in the training room. Her eyes were popping out of her sockets and her face was just priceless, I couldn't help but laugh.

After my laughs calmed down, I shook my head and took a deep breath before I spoke. "He's joking, Camila. I wouldn't date Zayn even if he was the last man on the planet."

Zayn scoffed with a smirk on his face. "That's not what you said last night."

At this point, Camila was now pacing in front of us. "Oh my god, oh my god, thank god," she stopped pacing and turned to face the both of us, a stern look was given to Zayn. "If you hurt her, I'll kill you."

Zayn held his hands up in surrender, a playful grin on his face.

Camila glared her eyes at him. "And if you tell her something that hurts her so deeply... you'll be buried six feet deep, alive."

Zayn's grin immediately wiped off his face. He gulped harshly and nodded his head vigorously.

I couldn't help but laugh. I've never seen Camila so threatening. It was like a cute dog trying to be dangerous. It just didn't work.

"Okay listen," I began after my laughter, breaking away from Zayn's embrace. "I'm gonna head back and change and then I'll start heading home."

"Don't forget about our mission, babygirl." Zayn reminded me, pointing at me.

I held my hands up, backing away from the both of them slowly. "I won't, daddy. I won't. I'll see you guys at the party."

"Okay. Drive safe." Camila saluted to me, winking at me at the same time.

***

I swear to god. It was like the Great Gatsby in here.

I wasn't complaining. Great Gatsby was a great movie. 100/10 would recommend.

The floors were a bright shade of red, camera people huddled by the walls, gold ribbons and chandeliers hung from the ceiling. Simon really went all out.

I just got out of my limo with Camila, but she soon disappeared into the sea of people, rushing to go in the office I assumed.

My gadgets were booting up beneath my dress as I plainly stared at the scenery in front of me.

I smoothed out my dress with my hands, wiping my sweaty palms on the dress in the process. I was quite nervous. I had to do a mission, Zayn isn't here yet, my family isn't here, I'm wearing more makeup than I usually do, these heels are so... high.