True [Zayn Malik AU]

Prologue

Prologue

 

 

The beads of sweat that festooned his forehead were numerous. Despite his surroundings being utterly luxurious, well-ventilated and air-conditioned, the young, handsome boy had himself perspiring like he was in a humid desert of the Middle-east.

"I'm I really that intimidating?" An intricately designed box of tissue-napkins were forwarded his way, as the wide-framed man facing him from across the table, sunk further back into his seat. The sly smile that imprinted itself across the man's stout lips was clearly visible in the well-lit room, as he ran a hand through his almost bare head, watching the dark-haired boy's grudging glare, as the tissue-box was heaved away, resentfully.

"Enrage, I see," The man snickered obnoxiously, having found the boy's act rather amusing, the volume of his laughter heightening every second. "So common in you kids nowadays," A swig at his alcoholic beverage followed, as the unreadable smirk returned upon his features.

"Just fucking tell me what I'm here for. I don't have time for your bullshit," The boy barked, now extremely incensed at the man's maddening acts.

"Oh trust me, you've got loads," The red contents of a sophisticated bottle were decanted into a stem-glass and advanced the boy's way.

"Spare me your hospitality." The boy sternly stated, chocolate-brown eyes darting up to the man's menacing dark ones.

"You're just like him," The malevolent chuckle let out this time, was almost deafening, as the man's cackles echoed off the white walls of the extravagant room void of people, except for the two conversing in there.

The boy's heart twitched at the mention of that specific person he had been called similar to, miserable memories that were still fresh inside his brain, being renewed further. "Talk business." He demanded, fists clenching themselves instinctively.

"Straightforwardness. I like that." The man nodded, teasingly. After heaving an animated sigh, he expressed his fake disappointment. "Not up for a nice chit-chat, are we?"

"Rackham, this the last time-"

"Don't last time me pretty face." He was cut-off in an abrupt warning. "Impatient and cute as you are, you seem to have the right amount of grit," He remarked the boy. "And so you, are the one who'll start off where he left. You'll complete his unfinished task."

Shock was what had the boy overpowered as he stuttered his words. "I- I can't." He nodded vigorously, standing up to his feet, as his chair was hurled backwards. "I'm not joining your fucking gang of spies! I'm not gonna be another one of your toys Rackham. Not me." He spat, spinning around on his heels as his feet stomped towards the room's exit.

"It wasn't an accident." Rackham intoned towards the departing boy, causing him to abruptly freeze in his stance, eyes widening to their farthest. "Your father was killed." He informed, savouring the taste of alcohol he had just sipped.

"W-What do you mean?" The boy's voice was shaky, feet gravitating towards where the man sat, mind anxious and interrogative to the fullest.

"Well... You can either walk out now, go back to your normal life and never find out what happened to your father; forget and forgive, be the cute guy that you are and quit on the revenge that you could very well acquire," He suggested, monitoring every expression the boy's face displayed. "Or..." He continued. "You can do as I say; work in my guidance and have justice done to your father's departed soul." The last few words were coo-ed in a filthy tone.

"Why should I believe you?" The boy boldly questioned.

"Because I'm the only hope you got." He sung, mocking the boy. "Your choice now hottie," A wink was thrown his way.

The contemplation lasted for mere seconds, as the boy got his mind made. If obeying that filthy bastard was what it would take him to have justice done to his father, then so be it. He was ready.

"What do you need me to do?" He questioned, all prepared for what was to come his way.

"Ah, that's more like it young man," An enthusiastic pat was placed on his shoulder, as the man rose up to his feet, glory written all over his face.

"First and foremost, you're moving to London." The man stated, to the boy's utter disbelief.

"What?! I can't do that! I'm not gonna leave my mum and sisters alone here!" He exclaimed, terrified at the thought of leaving his three sisters and mother unprotected here in Bradford.

"You might wanna give that another thought?" An eyebrow was cocked at him, and it was a few seconds, until he realised what Rackham was trying to imply.

"Fine," He exhaled. "In that case, I need you ensure my family's security." He demanded.

"Done." Rackham promised, before continuing. "You'll be enrolled into a new school,"

"I was done with school 2 years back." The boy objected.

"Re-practicing can't be bad," He chuckled at the boy's protest, before rotating his laptop screen around to face him -- a picture of an unfamiliar brunette on it. The boy couldn't recall who that was.

"Aveline Rose Peyton – 18, high-school senior, one of most popular ones out there and belongs to a wealthy family." He smirked at him deviously. "Quite the hot one she is too." He added, nudging shoulders with the boy in the process.

"How does that concern me?" The boy spat, absolutely perplexed.

"That's your operation."

"How the hell does it involve a girl?!" His question came off as an exclaim, due to the surprise and the downright disapproval. He was here to be involved in anything, but a sickening romance with some high-school queen-bee.

"It's her father, David Peyton." The petite information was all it took to have his protests die down immediately.

"I'm in." He confirmed after a momentary silence. "You got my word." The boy assured, not much contemplation having been carried out this time.

"Wonderful. Until next time then," Rackham waved him off, as he made his way towards the exit once more.

"Hey pretty face," Rackham called out to him, just as he was about to step out of the lavish enclosure.

"Don't wanna know the name you'll be using?" He smirked, as the boy faced him from a distance, expressing his approval in the form of a mechanical "Yeah,"

Watching him keenly for a few seconds, Rackham decided to let his lips part. "Zayn." He stated out loud.

"Zayn Javadd Malik."

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Alright, I've been planning this for some time now and I decided to put it up today. I'm very excited about writing this, because I feel like it's quite a contrast to the usual 1D fanfics. It's all a big mystery, that's gonna unfold throughout the story. The entire story will be written in 3rd person, 'cause it's easier to portray emotions of both sides that way.

Please vote and leave your thoughts below, it'd mean the world. <3

The first chapter will be up once I get a few readers and reviews. :)

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