Sold ~ A Ziall Horlik short story

Chapter 3 ~ Let the game begin

Chapter 3 ~ Let the game begin

~Zayn's POV~ 

He doesn't remember me.

I knew he lost his memory, but I didn't think it would be this bad. I had hoped somewhere he would still remember me. 

I read on the site from the auction what happened with him. How his previous owner had beat him almost to dead. My heart had cracked, but I was happy too. I found Niall. Finally!

I still remember the day he was taken away from me. I never cried so hard in my life. I stayed in my room for days, doing nothing than crying. One day, my tears had just stopped. I didn't think I had any left, but I didn't care.

I had lost my best friend. 

I didn't know what was going to happen with him and in my mind the wost scenarios were playing. I had nightmares about how he was killed every night. 

I know I was young back then. Niall was five and I was seven, but I already had feelings for him. They didn't disappear over the years. No, they just grew. 

I am in love with the boy with the amazing blue eyes and the soft, dyed blond hair.

At a certain age, I think I was eighteen, I had left home to go live on my own. My parents had given me some money. Well, a lot of money and now, I'm the one of the richest people on Earth. People are scared of me because of my money and I don't like that. I'm just Zayn. 

On the first day I lived alone, I remembered my promise to Niall.
'I will find you.'
I don't break promises.
James had been with me from the very beginning. He is my butler, but also my best friend. He helped me starting my search for Niall.

Only now, two years later, we had success.

I found him. My Niall, being sold in the closest auction hall in this neighbourhood. 

Immediately I had sent James to go and buy him, telling him that he couldn't come home without Niall. Money didn't matter. Not for Niall.

Now he's standing here right in front of me. I have him back, but at the same time I don't. It breaks my heart that he desn't remember me, but I can't blame him. It's not his fault.

I watch as Niall bows his head. "Zayn Malik, my master." He says as every slave has to do at their first meeting with their new owner.

I shake my head and place my hand under his chin, pushing his head up so he's watching at me.

"No, Niall. I'm not your master." I tell him, slightly amused as I see the confusion dawning on his face. "You will be treatened like a normal human being here. You won't be a slave here."

The look on his face turns even more confused. "But... Master." He manages to stutter out.

Again I shake my head. "No, Niall. Call me Zayn. You are my equal from now on." I smile politely when the blond boy nods.

"As you wish." He says and I frown. I don't think he gets it. 

Then I get an amazing idea. He will remember me. Soon.

I will have to wait for him by this way, but I am willingly to wait forever for him.

~Niall's POV~

I don't get this Zayn guy. He bought me as his slave and then tells me he doesn't want me to be his slave. 

I bet it's some sort of joke he's playing on me.

From the moment I start to behave like I'm not a slave, he will punish me. I'm not falling for it. One beating is more than enough.

Still, his name is taunting me. I have the feeling I know that name, but I can't remember him.

Was he family? Probably not, he's way to rich. Maybe I heard it somewhere on the news before.

The rich people are famous here. They are about three percent of the population on Earth. 

The weird thing is that when he held my chin just moments ago, I felt tingles go through my body. What was that about? I don't even know him. Plus, he's my master. That would be wrong.

"Listen, Niall. I have a deal for you." I hear Zayn's voice suddenly say. We're still standing in the living room, with James next to me.

I look up curiously. What does he mean?

"I know you, from your past, and you know me. If you manage to remember me in a week time, I will let you go. More even, I will buy you free so you won't be a slave anymore. I will even bring you back to your family."

My eyes widen at his words. Is he serious? And like he read my thoughts, he says.

"I mean it. I will even sign a contract with that deal on it." Zayn smiles. 

"But, how will I remember?" I ask. I tried to remember stuff from my past, but it just doesn't work. I don't get any images through the blockade in my brain. It's really annoying and sometimes it hurts my head if I try to remember. I gave up.

Zayn smiles. "If you search good enough, you will find clues." He says. "They're all through the house."

If his words are true, I must have meant a lot to him.

No, I can't get my hopes up. For all I know this is all a game. It probably is. I've heard about masters who like to play sick games with their slaves. Some even going so far as killing the poor people in the end. 

I hope my master isn't like that, but I won't ask for too much.

"So, Ni. Are you in or not?" My new master asks smirking.

And me being me nods, because, what have I to lose? I am already a slave, so it anly can get better for me.

Let the game begin.

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