Blair

　　I watched as Zayn started punching Viper repeatedly on the floor.


　　The both of them had been fighting for a while now and every time Viper hits Zayn,

　　Zayn's attack becomes stronger.

　　Viper then flipped them over, trying his best to land all of his punches on Zayn.


　　But I felt his pain when Zayn blocked them all before pushing Viper down.

　　Zayn got up quickly and before Viper could even comprehend what was going on,


　　Zayn kicked him harshly in the face. He hit the wooden ground with a loud 'thud'.

　　Walking over to the man with the gun, I wanted to cry as I saw Zayn grab it.

　　He stood infront of Viper, who was laying on the floor unconscious.

　　Zayn looked up at me, signaling for me to cover my eyes.

　　When he looked back down at Viper, ready to shoot, I was about to cover my eyes when,

　　Viper kicked Zayn's legs, making him fall to the floor.

　　He started throwing wild punches, most of them hitting Zayn.

　　My heart raced as I watched on silently. Small gasps leaving my mouth ever so often.

　　Viper then elbowed Zayn to the face, knocking him out completely.

　　My eyes widened as Viper stood over Zayn's body, welcoming the cheers around him.

　　Come on, Lucifer!

　　He was so caught up in the attention that he didn't realize Zayn was reaching for the gun.

　　Then Zayn looked to me again and signaled me. Nodding, I covered my eyes.

　　A single gunshot made me jump my hands immediately flying off of my face.

　　I was too afraid that Zayn would be the one getting hit by the bullet.

　　But instead, I saw what everyone else expected.

　　Zayn stood over Viper's now lifeless body, watching intensely as blood pooled out of his head.

　　The crowd was silent for a while, then they screamed loudly in excitement.

　　I stood up, trying not to look at the dead body laying at Zayn's feet.

　　I started clapping, cheering him on just like everyone else was.

　　He looked at me, unexplained emotions in his eyes as he walked toward the announcer.

　　"Lucifer!" The announcer shouted, raising Zayn's hand.

　　Then Zayn walked out of the arena and into the building he came out of.

　　Everyone started getting up and either talking to eachother or leaving.

　　I got up and walked over to a little outdoor bar I spotted.

　　Sitting on the stool, I told the man that I wanted a Canned Coke.

　　"So you're with Lucifer?" The bartender asked.

　　I paused and looked up at him, raising an eyebrow.

　　"Why?" I questioned, confused.

　　"The ring and chain you're wearing. When someone other than the Devil himself wears them," He paused.

　　"Then their his." He finished, leaving me to drown in my thoughts as he attended to the next person.

　　It all makes sense now.

　　"Boo." His deep voice said lowly behind me and I screamed, almost falling off of my stool.

　　I got up and turned around, immediately met by Lucifer's bruised face.

　　I caught my breath then managed to speak.

　　"You're hurt." I said, reaching up ad touching his face.

　　"No." He replied, rolling his eyes and taking my hand in his.

　　He pulled me out of there, taking me back across the road to his car.

　　"That was awesome! Minus the killing." I said as we reached the car.

　　He stared down at me for a while before pushing me backward.

　　My back came in contact with the car and as I opened my mouth to gasp,

　　His lips landed on mine.

　　He kissed me slowly, placing his hands behind my neck as his lips moved against mine.

　　Butterflies erupted as I kissed him back, enjoying this more than anything else.

　　His tongue flicked my bottom lip, asking for entrance but I denied.

　　I felt him smirk against the kiss before his hand traveled down my body.

　　Confused at first, I soon knew what he was doing,

　　When it was already too late.

　　Zayn pinched my ass, making me gasp.

　　He took that opportunity to plunge his tongue into my mouth,

　　Exploring every inch of it.

　　My mind was foggy as we kissed, making me unable to think about anything else.

　　But lungs need air because oxygen runs out so soon, we pulled away.

　　I panted heavily and he stared at me as if he hadn't just held his breath.

　　He wasn't panting, breathing heavily, nothing.

　　"How. Do you. Do that?" I asked through my breaths, looking up at him.

　　"What?" He asked calmly.

　　"Don't you have lungs?" I questioned when my breathing was back to normal.

　　He shrugged, leaning down and kissing me one more time before opening the car door.

　　I got in and buckled up, instantly greeted by the amazing warmth of the car.

　　I snuggled into his jacket more and leaned against the door, instantly feeling tired.

　　When he got in the car, he was silent for a while, meaning that he was staring at me.

　　"Home?" He asked, grabbing me hand and starting the car.

　　"Home." I confirmed, giving him a lazy smile before drifting off slightly.

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　　"Was she with you the entire time?" I heard Dale's voice ask.

　　"Yes." Zayn's deep voice answered.

　　"Good. As long as she was willing to die in the hands of someone smoking hot." Dale said seriously.

　　There was a long silence before I decided to end it by opening my eyes and sitting up.

　　I yawned and when I opened my eyes, all eyes were on me.

　　"Blair, Honey, Zayn was just leaving." Dale told me and I nodded slowly.

　　I looked around and realized that I was back in my bedroom with these two standing at the door.

　　Zayn nodded, walking over to me and kissing my head before walking out of the door.

　　"He gets hotter everytime I see him, I swear." Dale fan-girled and I rolled my eyes.

　　"Girl, if you don't hit that line soon, trust me baby, I will." He finished, coming over.

　　He laid next to me and got under the covers. I cuddled up to him and he held me tightly.

　　"Goodnight, D." I whispered up to him.

　　"Oh no you don't, puttana. I want details. Now!" He said loudly.

　　And that's how we ended up talking and giggling all night about boys.