A Boy Like That (II)

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Zayn was running again, he always found himself running. Away from apartments he couldn't afford anymore, away from his friends and family. He ran away searching for his life in beer bottles and trouble.

And he would find another odd job, get fired, get evicted, it was a vicious cycle. And like always he ran, it was all he could do.

He ran and ran, because that is what boys like Zayn do.

And then he turned to selling himself, the only thing he had. Old men would take him out and he would do things in the dark.

Prostitution. It was a job, not to be mistaken for a lifestyle. And on the days when consent was swept under the rug like an after thought, Zayn found a part of him dying inside, poison infiltrated his brain.

And suicidal thoughts danced in his head like butterflies in the summer. His resentment for Harry grew over the years because Zayn attended to his grudges and watered them daily.

And sometimes Zayn would pick up a magazine with Harry's face on it and crumple it up, he founded a twisted satisfaction in watching his face go down the sink.

And now Zayn faced Harry in his hotel room and he sat crying because this wasn't a love story and even though their mouths still connected like puzzle pieces, this wasn't a love story. And even though Zayn's knees faltered at Harry's touch, it still wasn't a love story.

Zayn didn't want to hear the worthless apologies strewn out of Harry's lips, he let Harry do what he pleased, because he paid for it.

Because Zayn was just a whore.

Zayn fought back tears, while Harry whispered nothings in Zayn's ears that couldn't even pretend to be sweet.

Zayn tried not to scream out of pain when Harry thought he was crying out in pleasure. He tried not to let himself think about how this boy carved his present from his past. And mostly he tried not to enjoy it.

A night of burdened love making was paradise in Harry's eyes it was a war zone for Zayn.

And when Harry fell fast asleep...











Zayn was running again

A/N: I extended this one shot in a companion piece on my profile!

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