*A Ziall AU*
Niall runs away from home. He is taken in by a group of other outcasts of society. He goes with each of them to try to fins a means of survival. Harry, a panhandler. Liam, a drug dealer. Louis, a smuggler, Nicki, a prostitute, Cardi, a...
*Dedicated to Hedwig2910 for being such a great reader!*
PS: If you have any questions concerning the street language, just leave it in the comments and I'll answer it. Also, if you do know the answer to somebody else's question, answer it for them, it's helpful :)
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CHAPTER FOUR
<<Niall's POV>>
Zayn fell asleep so fast. This night was so life changing. I learned the pasts of some very mistreated people. It seems as if they needed love. I'm glad Harry's here for them. He seems the only one keeping them sane. The food was pretty good, but again, none of us cooked it. I was really hungry, and I figured that was something I'm just gonna have to get used to. I just have a lot to be adjusted. And in more ways than one.
Like, when Zayn just nonchalantly pulled out his cock and started to pee on the ground. That was really awkward. He was so hung. Like a moose. Now I can't get that out of my mind. They still don't know that I'm gay and I think it's best to keep it that way. When Louis told me about his job, I was concerned. I don't think I'd ever do what he does. Or what Liam does. And I would make no money working like Nicki or Cardi. That only leaves me with Harry and Zayn.
Zayn, well he's really ripped. He's so rugged and hot. Like, his muscles, all smooth and toned. Like a leopard. He's got a lot of tattoos. Everybody does. Except me. Nicki, Cardi, Harry, Liam, Louis, Zayn, all of them have tattoos. Frankly, I don't know if I ever want one, it would probably hurt. Liam and Zayn were asleep. Harry and I were still awake. Normally, I sleep around ten, and it's only about seven here. It seems everybody is nocturnal. Zayn wakes super early. Nicki and Cardi work at night.
The language these people use needed a bit of getting used to. I mean, when I was in school, everybody cussed, but certainly not like these people. I don't know what all of it means. Like on his jacket, which looks like real leather. It said,
"ملك جميل"
And Nicki had a tattoo on her arm that said
上
帝
总
是
与
你
同
在
I have no idea what that means. I have a lot of respect for these people though. They've been through shit and they're all true survivors.
"Hey Niall." Harry said. I sat up.
"Yeah?" I asked.
"Wanna get ice cream?" Harry asked.
"Um, do we have the money like that? I mean, what?" I was confused. I thought all money was put for survival. But I was really craving some ice cream.
