The Place To Lose Your Fears *A Ziall AU*

CHAPTER 12

CHAPTER 12

<<Zayn's POV>>

I had ta go, NOW. Before stepmother, Lady Trisha and her daughters came home. I ran barefooted in me white stockings, getting them soiled as I hitched up me dress as we ran to the carriage.

"Go, now!" Louis demanded. As the carriage sped, I fixed meself and oozing anxiety out o' me pores. I was hyperventilating and Louis tried with no avail ta calm me doon. In what seemed ta be twenty-thousand years, we finally reached me house. We ran in and I stripped everything off as fast as I could. Some of the gloves had stuck on ta the burns I had on me forearms. I picked me clothes and shoes and went ta the bathroom ta wash off the makeup.

"Please put everything in the chest!" I pleaded as I ran ta the bathroom. I scrubbed off me face and washed the lemon juice off me eyes. Careful not to damage me burns, I washed them also.

"Zayn?" Louis asked

"Yes?" I said frantically. The way Louis said me name had me even more worried. What the hell could it be now?

"Do ye know where yer shoes and purse are?" he asked. Uh-oh, the purse and shoes were in the library, and I completely forgot aboo them.

"Uh, I left them in the library." I admitted

"That's fine, as long as ye got out as soon as ye can, I don't know what the shoes were worth, but the purse and everything in it was really cheap." Forgave Louis.

"Oh, thank ye Louis!" I exclaimed. I looked at the clock, it was twelve-thirty. They would be back very, very soon.

"Oh, Louis, ye should go now! Before they come back!"

"Right, well, I'll take the chest with me and hope ta see ye soon!" he promised

"Okay, g'night, mate." I said, drying off me face. I looked in the mirror and I still had drak rings around me eyes. I thankfully, had this all planned out. I rushed doon the stairs ta the barren hearth and rubbed some o' the soot all over meself. I could hear loud rustling outside and I knew they were home. That was very close!

Three messy ladies stumbled through. They were such a disgusting mess. Lady Trisha's face looked like a cake that had fell over on itself. Her face was coated with saliva and who knows what else. Her hair was mussed up and all over. The bust line o' her dress looked as if something came out multiple times and she couldn't properly put them back in because o' how damned tight she tied her corset. They barely noticed me and they stank and looked to be kind of wet.

I couldn't believe this. They've done very stupid and immature things, but it was as f Lady Trisha was encouraging her daughters to follow her risky footsteps. They stumbled up the stairs and I knew I was going to need to help with some cleaning and such. I quickly 'finished' cleaning the fireplace and wiped me hands on the apron. I looked at me arms. The burns were getting better at a faster rate. Maybe it was something aboot the gloves. I quickly went up the spiral staircase and went to help the spoiled, nasty lassies before they were aboot ta scream for me.

But they didn't. Waliyah and Doniya had already stripped to their underwear and laid out over their beds, they didn't even take off their makeup or bother to groom themselves, they took off the hair pins, crinolines and corsets of course, but didn't put their pajamas or hair curls on. I checked on Lady Trisha and saw that she had done the same as well. Her frames were scattered, as were a pile of pins and shoes. At least she tucked herself in under her messy bedsheets. I collected her dress and coat and stockings and brasserie and other clothes that she had thrown aboot. I went to the stepsister's room and did the same, lighting Doniya's lamp off. I took the basket doon the stairs and was going ta start washing them, but I decided ta put that off for tomorrow.

<<The next day>>

I woke up early, very early, the sun was barley rising. I felt something wet on me. I thought I pissed meself, but it was white and sticky. I remember this. It happned a few years ago when I first met Liam and then a week later when I met Louis. Now again. I went and cleaned it off. I didn't have ta cover meself since they won't be up for like, probably an hour. At least. I looked at the clock and it read five-thirty-three. I decided ta go to Louis' place and see what happened there. I went up the street and heard coughing in the chimney, it was Liam! It had ta be.

I immediately felt sick ta be stomach. I could only imagine that horrors the Liam must have been going through. I was partying and being a naughty boy, or girl, basically I was a slutty whore and here's Liam; suffering in the pitch black, getting soot in his eyes and lungs. Getting cut up. I saw a hatch on the bottom o' the chimney and opened it. Immediately a dark cloud o' soot dust blew out and I saw a cut and bruised, calloused foot.

"Liam!" I called through the hatch

"Zayn is that ye?" he asked, crouching doon. I could see he was naked, and covered in coal dust and soot. He covered himself with a brush and pail. "Can ye take this and dump this?" he begged, giving me the pail. It had a thick mix o' charcoal and coal dust. I took it. Damn! This was heavy! How could such a small, starving, cold, naked kid carry this? And carrying this while climbing up the chimney? I dumped it out, along with is was a bone.

"Oh, my fucking gosh!" I exclaimed, "What the fuck is that?"

"Leeroy," he murmured, I could sense anger bubbling out o' him.

"Oh, I didn't mean that!" I apologized

"No, its not ye, it's them, the murderers who murdered me brothers." Liam testified. He stood up. The hatch was only aboot a seventy by fifty centimeter so I peered up and saw him brushing away more things stuck up the chimney. I could see him totally exposed, but I didn't care. I then went back and sorted through all o' the soot and found some more bones, a shoulder blade and a clavicle.

"Hello, mate," a familiar voice called. I turned around and saw Louis. "What's goin' on?" he asked. I told him what was going on.

"So, we found what's left of Leeroy," I explained. I could see his eyes get as wide as saucers. We didn't say anything, just helped sort through. We got a bunch o' finger bones, a femur and some ribs as well as a pelvis.

"Be careful!" called Liam. I looked up and saw a skull and jawbone. Louis let out a tiny shriek. I carefully took it and set it doon. Liam collapsed and started to weep. Louis came over and wrapped himself around him like a gent. I know he'll be a great man ta Liam.

"Please, continue with him, Leeroy deserves this," I pressured. Liam let go and went back up. It was aboot another half an hour and we got most o' the remains. Some o' the bones were still missing, but the chimney has been used quite a few times, so they were probably burned away.

When we were done, Louis wiped Liam's naked body off and Liam got some clothes on. Louis got a canvas bag and they carefully collected the bones. Louis was going to keep it for Liam and the love that they showed could warm anyone's heart. I had to go because it was aboot the time that the girls would wake up. They normally are immune ta hangovers, but with the amount that they drank last night, it might be too much even for those slutty lassies. So I had to brew some coffee for them.

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BTW: what's ur fav 1D solo song? i like all of them, but i really like Dusk till Dawn by Zayn ft. Sia or Sign of the Times by Harry Styles. They're so deep! 😭😭😭😢

Bonus question: Who's ur favourite character in this fanfic and why?

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