The Place To Lose Your Fears *A Ziall AU*

CHAPTER 6

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CHAPTER 6

WARNING: Mention of self-harm included in the chapter

<<The next day>>

<<Zayn's POV>>

The next day was not quite as busy. Thankfully! My fingers were so sore and they finally got a chance to get better. Lady Trisha stayed home from whatever job she worked as. She wore a black mourning dress today for some reason. She's not like Queen Victoria, she only wore a mourning dress for about a year and forgot about the rest of the process of mourning. The sisters went to friend's home for the day.

"Come here bastard!" called Lady Trisha. I ran to her chamber

"Yes, ma'am?" I asked. She stood there with a sheet.

"Ye lazy bitch, clean this now and ye might as well scrub the floor as well." She dropped the sheet on the floor and walked past me, smacking my check with her claw-like nails. My heart sank. I was hoping for less to do today, not more. Does anyone care about me? Other than from Louis and Liam and Waliyah sometimes, does anyone actually know my name? I bent over and picked up the bedsheet. There was no singing now, I filled the washtub and washboard and some soap and carried it to the front of our house. A dove flew above and I was reminded that there could be peace. But doves don't live here do they? Could this mean something?

Then I saw Liam, more happy than usual, singing softly. He didn't notice me, but I didn't care. As long as that precious bloke was happy. My heart rose back to normal and I forgot about some o' the pain. I scrubbed the sheet and for the hell o' it, my quilt also, I had to do laundry a lot and so I was really careful not to ruin any of the stitching. My quilt was so bonnie. It had violet velvet, cerulean cotton, soft silk squares and water-blue wool bits. The inside was filled with the best bits of wool, cotton, silk, down and other materials me mum put together as she was pregnant with me. I brushed my hair up and just kept me mind on that magical night when Louis and Liam finally became one. O' course they weren't technically married politically, but who gives a f*ck? It's jest them and that all that matters.

I still long for a person, woman or man who will care and protect me. I started to sing as I filled up a bucket with some soapy water and got a steel brush and rag. I put on me apron and looked through the glass windows as I scrubbed the floors. I finished the parlour and went to the kitchen. I cleaned the sticky remnants on the floors and dumped out the water. I picked up the rug off the floor in the living room and took it outside on the clothesline. I was about to come out with a baton to beat the rug, but there was a knock on the door.

"Hello, who are ye, mister?" I asked. There was a bloke, maybe a little younger than me. He had longish, brown hair that fell partially over a side of his face and to the side of his very youthful face. He smelled familiar.

"Hello, top o' the mornin' to ye, I am Harry Styles and I have an important delivery for ye." He said with a coy smile

"Uh, thank ye, mister Styles, it must be for me stepmother." I took the envelope.

"Yes, the prince would like for you to meet with him tomorrow night, make sure you're there."

"The prince, I'm not familiar with him?" I asked

"Niall Horan?" asked Harry, "He wishes to meet you, as well as forty-nine other people as well." I had flashbacks to many years ago. One of Niall's last words.

"I love you Zayn, you're like a brother who's actually playful, see you soon!" Niall whispered.

"Oh, okay, thank you!" I said with a smile. I quickly opened it up and looked at it. Niall was hosting a party tomorrow night. I quickly ran to Lady Trisha's desk and placed the precious invitation, but then my heart dropped, I had no nice clothes at all, but wait, maybe some of Father's clothes were still here. I did remember some things being put into the tiny attic. I quickly pulled down the steps and brushed away some of the dust. I climbed up to the attic. It was so dusty and cramped. There wasn't very much, a few pairs of dusty, white heels too high and thin for Lady Trisha to wear. I remembered those shoes, she wore them for her wedding with father.