Wasted Youth z.h

F I V E

FIVE

At the end of the night I ended up staying at Zayns, wrapped up in his arms ready to fall asleep. For some reason It was always easier to fall asleep in his arms. Though the first time, his arms did nothing, but make me feel dirty and used.

"Are you still awake." Zayn whispered. I looked up from my place to look at his eyes.

"Yes." I said quietly. His arms wrapped tighter around me.

"What are you thinking about?"

"Nothing." I lied. My brain was going 75 miles per hours with deadly thoughts.

"You don't have to lie to me, you're stuck with me. So I want to get to know you."

"What does being bound mean? And why am I bound to you?" He sighed.

"When we were thirteen we all made a pact, of course it was an even number , three girls and three boys , but the pact was that if we fucked someone and stayed that we would be bound to that person because we cant go running around like little sluts because that would get us caught faster, if we broke the rules the punishment would be death."

"Caught faster?"

"My job." He said

"Youre a butcher, you kill animals?"

"Niall.." he let go of me and removed his arm, he sat up and looked down at me. "People call me to kill people for them."

"Wh-what?"

"I.. its not like I kill innocent people. Just people who have done things.. bad things."

"That doesnt make it right." I whispered. "Youre murdering someone."

"Yeah well cutting yourself is self mutilation." I sat up and pulled up my sleeves.

"My cuts have stories. These.." i said pointing to a certain spot. "Are from when you left me the next morning."

"Ni.. i had a job."

"You call that a job ?"

"I make money off of it, as head of the house, i have to pull in the most, i own six rooms in this house , the rest only one or two. Two of which are empty"

"And the other four?"

"Weapons, office , um.. something youll see later, and a library."

"Money doesnt last zayn, memories and faces do. Their etched in your brain, you cant get rid of them, no matter how hard you try." I said letting out a choked up sob. Zayn pulled me into his arms.

"The only memories Ill remember are the ones ill make with you." He whispered but I gave him a look that said cut the bullshit and he was sighing, "We're all amune to killing, I dont feel bad for killing people anymore. Specially not ones who have done very bad things."

"So you wouldn't mind killing me if I paid you?" I said a hint of hope in my voice.

"I'm not going to kill you Niall."

"Not even for a million dollars?"

"Not even for a million dollars." He said without hesitation. "You are worth more than that Niall, don't sell yourself short."

"Are you saying you'd kill me if it was more?"

"Im saying theres not enough money in the world for your head."

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This is beyond short but I wanted to cut it at a cute part lmao *-* sorry.

Question : do you want smut again ?