S(l)ave Me

XXIII

Happy #SlaveMeThursday! This chapter is a bit sad, but kinda awesome. And we're one step closer to Ziam!

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"Zayn! Zayn, mate, get up!"

Zayn groaned, head dark and eyes heavy. He blinked his eyes hard and then opened them just enough to see a blurry head of blonde hair standing over him.

"What..."

"Zayn, you need to get up. Let's get you home."

Zayn shook his head, sights and sounds starting to invade his mind. Blue. Red. Blue again. A high pitched....siren? "What's going on?"

Niall picked Zayn up forcibly and threw an arm around his shoulders. "The police are here now. They'll take care of it."

Police? Why are they here? Zayn turned and reached for Liam, to help him up too, only to grasp thin air. "Liam," Zayn called in a quiet, broken voice.

"I don't know-He may be in there. They'll find him, Zayn."

Find him? Where is he? Why isn't he here with Zayn? "I need to find him."

"Zayn, you can barely walk." Niall dropped him in the passenger seat of his car and squatted down to talk to him. "You did a good thing. The police have been waiting for someone to be brave enough to out Marcus and the stuff he's doing."

"Marcus," Zayn snarled. "He has Liam."

Niall nodded. "I figured. We'll get him back."

Everything from the night's events came flooding back, nearly ripping Zayn's chest open with pain. "I lost him. I lost him! Niall, please," Zayn inhaled a shaky breath as tears fell from his eyes.

Niall pulled his jacket off and hung it over Zayn's shoulders before rubbing them as if Zayn could ever feel warmth again. "We'll find him," Niall assured the tired man. "But when Liam needs you, you'll want to be rested and ready. So let's go back to mine, yeah?"

Zayn didn't have the mind to protest. Instead, he just cried as Niall maneuvered his legs into the car and shut the door. He drove them back down the silent, deadly streets to his seemingly safe home. But what did Zayn really know about safe anymore?

Niall helped him inside and up to the guest room Zayn used when he stayed over. Harry must've gotten wind of something happening because he came around the corner just as Niall was opening the door to Zayn's room.

"Is he okay? Oh my god," Harry followed them in and knelt in front of Zayn when he slumped down on the edge of the bed. "Zayn," Harry tried, hands squeezing his thighs. "Sir, please say something."

Zayn opened his eyes to look down at the one slave that had been a happy constant in Zayn's life. But he wasn't even his own. Zayn could only keep a slave if he didn't belong to him. "Harry," he greeted fondly. "Beautiful, kind, loyal Harry."

Harry smiled, relieved. "Yes, sir."

Zayn pulled Harry closer and hugged him to his chest. "Stay with me," he whispered with his lips in Harry's hair.

Harry's eyes flicked to Niall, who nodded, before hugging Zayn tighter. "Of course."

Harry helped Zayn out of his dirty suit and into some shorts that belonged to Niall. He offered a shower, but Zayn just shook his head and curled the blanket around them tight. "Tomorrow," he breathed. "Tomorrow."

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"There has to be something. A slave doesn't just disappear!" Niall pressed shaking fingers to his temple. "Liam Payne was there tonight. I know it for a fact. Find him. Find him!"