Everything was so black and white for Zayn and my world was grey. I was gloomy and upset. The week I had left with Zayn had started and I dreaded leaving this place. And to make things worse, Zayn was being distant again. I wandered around the house and today was the day that I got to take my wrist wrap off. I could move everything properly and the bruises were gone. I stood in front of the large mirror in Zayn's living room and saw that I looked healthy for once in my life. 

I had clear skin, which was something amazing for a sixteen year old. I couldn't find a bruise or scratch on me. Surprisingly, my encounter with Liam in the bathroom didn't give me a bruise on my forehead. I brushed my growing hair out of my face and sighed.

Zayn was out doing things according to Charles, who had been strangely short with me earlier. There wasn't much to do in the house. I didn't know how to work the entertainment system because there were so many buttons. So I just wandered outside to enjoy some sunshine and maybe tan my pale skin. 

When I stepped outside, John was cleaning the pool and dumping different types of chemicals into the water. "I wouldn't go swimming for a couple hours." He told me, looking up and smiling at me. "The pool needed some more chlorine after that party last night." He emptied the bottle into the pool and then threw it in the trash bin.

"I bet." I told him. I wasn't going to go into the pool anyways. There was a little thing called 'I can't swim' that held me back. I took a seat at the small patio table and watched as John silently cleaned up the backyard  after the party trashed the place. "How is your family?" I asked John since he had once mentioned to me he had a wife and children at home. He reminded me of Harry and Ruth. I wondered if the baby was still in and hadn't yet come to see the world. I didn't want to miss that. 

"They're great! Thanks for asking." John set down his work tools and wandered over to me, taking a seat and wiping some sweat from his forehead. It was pretty how outside and he looked like he had been working hard. "You and Zayn should come over sometime for dinner. My wife is an amazing cook." He grinned like mad, praising his wife. 

"Why Zayn and I?" I asked. It wasn't like we were a package deal. 

"Aren't you two together?" He asked.

I started to laugh. It was a little much, but I found it funny since Zayn never wanted to the go the whole way and he sure as hell didn't want me to stick around. "No. We are not." I didn't think John knew what I was there for exactly. Everyone else seemed to know, but I guess John was always outside and out of the way so he didn't see behind the scenes like Charles and Naomi.  "I'm actually leaving in a week." I told him, my voice deepening and cracking a bit at the end. I didn't want to leave. 

"Oh no, you are?" John frowned. "I think I knew that though. That sucks. Zayn is much more relaxed with you around." 

"Is he really? He's always to tense around me, I think."

"No way. He's very relaxed and I think he enjoys your company." John smiled, assuring me that that was what he thought Zayn thought of me. 

"Well it doesn't really matter now. I'm sure I'll never see him again after this." The depression was setting in. Ever since Louis told me that I would be taking part in the Rounds this time around. I would be lying if I said I wasn't scared. I was f.ucking terrified. Anyone could buy me and I wouldn't be Louis' property anymore. There was a slim to no chance that someone nice would buy me. My world didn't work like that. Louis' was a good enough boss and I just wanted things to stay that way until I was able to get away from everything. I didn't think I would get that chance with a new person controlling me. 

"Don't say that. You don't know what's going to happen." John told me. He moved his chair a little closer and placed his hand on my shoulder. I slumped in on myself and tried to hold back the tears I had been hiding since I heard the news. "Hey, it's going to be alright. What's so bad about going home?"

"I-" I looked up at John and his sympathetic look made my tears stream down my face. "I don't have a home." I cried. "I have a run down apartment that I can't even afford. How the hell am I supposed to afford it anyways? Louis takes all my money and I can't get a job. I don't even have a license. I-" I choked out sobs. "I'm only sixteen." I cried into my hands and John's hand left my shoulder almost immediately. 

"No." He said. "No you're not. You said you were almost nineteen." I looked up and through blurry eyes I could see the look of disbelief on his face. "Niall, you're a minor and your job..." He stopped talking, holding a hand over his mouth. "How long have you been an escort?" 

Well, I guess John did know what I did. But he sure said it in a nice way. "It's been a while." I cried. "I don't have anywhere to go. I'm being taken away after this week and I can't do anything about it." I don't know why I was telling John everything. Maybe it had to do with the fact that he reminded me of Harry. 

"What about your parents?" John asked. 

"What parents?" I shot back. "I'm by myself. I always have been." I sniffled and wiped my tears away. "I'm just meant to be used and thrown to the side. I don't know why I thought Zayn was any different." I began to push away from the small patio table and leave, but John caught my arm and kept me there. 

"Zayn is different. Have you told him all that you told me?" John seemed really concerned. I shook my head because I hadn't told Zayn my real age or anything like that. He knew little to nothing about my life other than that I was a prostitute and I was there to please him in any way. "Niall, you need to talk to him?"

"And say what? Hey, I'm only sixteen and you might get arrested because of it." I shook my head again. "I'm better off just keeping quiet."

"If you don't tell him, I will. I mean it, Niall." He was serious. 

"Please don't. I won't get paid for the month from my boss and then I really can't get away from all of this." I pulled my arm away from John's grip. "Just don't tell Zayn. I don't want him to think I set him up or anything." I finally left John behind with a look of disbelief on his face. I really hoped that he wouldn't tell Zayn about anything, but I went upstairs and packed my things in case I needed to leave before my week was up. 

I had drained myself both emotionally and physically that morning. I threw what I could into my duffle bag. I found that I had more clothing than what I cam with, courtesy of Zayn. I felt that it was certain that John would tell Zayn. Then they would try to help me, but how can someone help me when I can't even help myself. 

I stayed in my room until I heard the front door of the house slam shut and then there was a crash. I ran out to see what had happened and when I looked over the railing to the living room below I saw a smashed vase on the ground. I then saw Zayn walking over to it, hand bloodied. "Dammit!" He yelled. I flinched and took a step back from the railing. 

I watched as Zayn threw things across the room and broke probably hundreds of dollars worth of items. He only stopped when John came running inside and Charles bolted into the room. "Zayn Malik you stop this instant!" Charles belted out. 

Zayn stood still and then stared at his hand and then shook the blood off of it onto the carpet. I watched over the railing again and saw Charles and Zayn move into the kitchen. John stood there in almost shock. I don't think anyone had ever seen Zayn freak out before. I wondered what had happened to have him come home in such an uproar. John looked up at me and frowned. I ran back to my room and shut the door behind me. 

Did John call Zayn and tell him? What happened? Why did he come home so angry? My mind was racing with everything that could have happened while Zayn was out. I sat on my bed and tried to figure out what to do next if Zayn had found out about me. What would I do if he did happen to find out? What would he do? I didn't think I knew enough about Zayn to come up with a clear answer. 

I sat around and just waited. I didn't know why I waited, since I had my bag packed and ready to go. I could leave at any moment. But I chose to stay. I didn't understand my decision until the shouting stopped downstairs and a knock came to my door. 

A/N: Not saying that I hate everything about this chapter, but I hate everything about this chapter. love me.

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Jachxx