"Do you ever think about getting this removed?" Zayn asked me while placing his fingers on the small, serial number tattoo that I had on my side. I looked down at it, having to lift my arm slightly and read the four letters inked into my skin. P.O.L.T. Property of Louis Tomlinson. It was his brand telling anyone who saw it that I belonged to him. He was my pimp and I was his property. 

"I hardly notice it anymore." I told Zayn while toweling off and walking into his room to lay on the warm bed.  Zayn frowned at my words, but followed me, towel wrapped around his waist. "It's just a tattoo." I said, pulling a pillow towards me and laying my head down. All the crying and hot baths had tired me out. 

I remember when I first got the tattoo. I had just turned sixteen and Louis had found me on the streets begging for my life. He picked me off the streets and gave me the only option out there for me. So when he pulled me under his wing, I had to be marked just like the others that Louis controlled. I had only met a few of the others and hardly knew anyone's names. Louis liked to keep things separated. He said it was "good for business" or something along those lines. 

But he had told me that I needed to get a tattoo and that it would only take about an hour to get done. I was apprehensive about it because I was virgin skin, having never been in a tattoo parlor before either. We went to this one place where there were no questions asked. Louis sat me down in a chair and a larger man covered in tattoos came into the room, lugging his equipment with him. 

I was nervous about it. A tattoo was something permanent and at the time I didn't think that I would be doing what I do now for this long. It's been almost two years with my seventeenth birthday coming up soon. So freshly sixteen me hadn't seen much of the world and got the tattoo for the money. It's been there ever since. I honestly don't mind ti being there. It's almost hidden under my arm, on the upper part of my ribcage. But for some reason, whenever Zayn brings it up, which has been two times so far, the ink burns in my skin and reminds me that I do not even belong to myself. 

"I see." Zayn stood in front of the bed and stared at me. After a while he went to his dresser and pulled on some briefs. The muscles in his back flexed as he moved. "You should get dressed." He told me. There was a hint of coldness in his voice and I worried that he was going back to how he was before our warm and touching moment. 

"Alright." I got up from Zayn's bed and walked past him, running my fingertips over his bare bare, making his skin rise. While I was on my way back to my own room, I ran into Charles and he was holding a large bag in his hand. "Oh hey, Charles."

"Good evening, Niall." He nodded. "If you might excuse me, I have to get this to Zayn. It's his suit, you see." I moved out of the way for Charles to get passed me in the hallways and watched him enter Zayn's room. I heard more footsteps coming up the stairs, light ones that sounded like heels and saw Naomi's head of red hair come whizzing up the staircase. She saw me and gave me a short smile before rushing past me and towards Zayn's room. 

When I entered my own room, I thought about what Zayn had told me before everything happened. The rules that I had to abide by for the night. I was to introduce myself as his cousin and stay by his side at all times. The cousin thing would be hard to pass since we looked nothing alike, but staying by his side wouldn't be a problem. Especially since Liam would be attending the party. 

I sighed, walking over to the dresser where my clothes were. I sighed even louder when I opened the drawer with all my fun, sexy clothes in it. I hadn't had the chance to wear any of them. I mean, things were definitely getting more heated between Zayn and I, but I felt like he wasn't entirely comfortable with being with me yet. I pulled on some briefs and looked towards my closet where my freshly washed and ironed suit was. I honestly didn't want to wear the thing because of what happened while I was wearing the thing, but Zayn paid for it and was very generous towards me, so I pulled it from the hanger and starting to dress myself. 

A knock came to my door as I was trying to loop my tie around and have it stay that way. "Come in." I called out to whoever it was on the other side of the door. The door creaked and Naomi popped her red head inside. 

"How are you doing in here?" She asked, slipping the rest of her body into my room before shutting the door behind her. 

"Okay, I guess." I twisted my tie around and I still couldn't get the damn thing to stay on the correct way. "Come on..." I complained in annoyance. The stupid tie just didn't want to go the right way. I had only wore a tie once before and that was when I was living with my parents and my cheap drunk of a dad was nice for once and helped me out for a middle school dance. I never tried it again after that. 

"Need help?" Naomi asked, walking up to me and offering me her helping hand. 

"Yeah." I said in defeat. "I don't get to wear suits that often, you know?"

"It's okay." She picked up both ends of my tie and flipped it over and tucked it under before fitting it snuggly against my neck. She fixed the collar of my shirt right after, then laid her hands on my chest. "There you go." She smiled, taking her hands away. "So they are setting up downstairs. Zayn asked me to let you know to wait for him until he is ready to go downstairs."

"Right, stay by his side the entire night." I nodded, turning to look at myself in the mirror. My hair was still a mess, but thanks to Naomi being there, I knew it wouldn't look bad in a few minutes. "I've never been to a rich guy's party before."

Naomi giggled a little bit. "It'll be interesting, though I am sure Zayn will try and make you as comfortable as possible." Her words gave me a small sense of relief.

 "I tend to stay in the background a lot. I'm not used to wearing a suit or anything. I'm used to the people telling me to strip down, not the other way around." I chuckled, but the air in the room grew thick when Naomi remained silent and stepped away from me. 

"Can I ask you a question?" Naomi looked nervous to ask me, but I nodded, allowing it. She cleared her throat. "I think I already kind of know... But, uh... What happened at the shop this morning? In the fitting room."

I stiffened. Shit. I didn't want to her ask. I thought she would have just let it slide she she knew of my lifestyle, but the concern in her face told me that she wanted to know for sure. I forced my mind to run through scenarios and lies I could tell her, but nothing came to mind. "I-" I gulped, really not finding the words to tell her what happened. I couldn't just state that I was f.ucked in the fitting room. "I, uh..."

"Do you know Mr. Payne?" She asked. 

I nodded. "Yeah, he's on of me, uh, clients." I stared down at my feet and waited for Naomi to respond, and thank god she finally did. 

"I see." I looked up and Naomi was standing in front of me again. "Are you okay then?" She asked and I nodded. After everything, it wasn't anything new to be abused and forced down by Liam. He was just getting bolder about it lately. Naomi pulled me into her arms and I was warmed by her presence. 

"Thanks, Naomi." We pulled away from each other and another knock came to the door. We both looked over and waiting for the door to open. Zayn stepped into the room dressed up in a perfectly fitted, black suit. "Zayn." I smiled. 

He smiled back at me, fixing his (also) black tie. "Naomi if you excuse us." Just like that, Naomi gave me a small wink and left the room. Zayn stood at my doorway and just kept his eyes on me. "That suit looks amazing on your body, Niall." He said in a deep voice. 

"T-thank you." I shivered at his tone. He was dripping with sex and testosterone. I didn't think I could handle being near him the whole night without wanting to tears that suit off of him. "Are people showing up?" I asked when I heard noise below my feet. 

"Yes." Zayn extended his hand to me. "I hope you don't mind, but I like to give a grand entrance to my guests." I gulped, taking his hand as he led me out of my room. We made it to the stairs and Zayn stopped. He looked like he was taking in a deep breath, maybe to calm his nerves, if he even had any. "Ready?" He looked over at me. I nodded, thinking I was going to be good, but when he let go of my hand and started to descend the stairs, my breath hitched in my throat and I was lost. My body moved on it's own and I was a step behind him. People were clapping and congratulating Zayn on another successful year of life. 

I think he looked back at me for a second to make sure I was still there, but I was too focused on the guest list. Liam was standing in the middle of a large group of people, staring at me. But he wasn't the only one staring. 

I had slept with most of the wealthy men and women in the room and they were all staring at me in shock. 

"Thank you all for coming to my birthday party tonight. Let us drink!" Zayn cheered.

A/N: Hwell.

Much Love

Jachxx