I Don't Need My Heart *A Ziall AU*

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

Yo! I'm back with another chapter! More of Zayn's past is revealed. Poor Niall doesn't know anything yet.

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

<<Niall's POV>>

"Cardi, you go to work, and if Harry doesn't return back, wake us up and we gonna go get him." Louis commanded.

"Yes sir." Cardi replied, without hesitating. We all knew that unlike Nicki, who was beaten to death, Harry wouldn't be able to protect himself.

"Okay, the rest of you guys, yes Zayn, I know that you don't want this, but we have to let him do what he wants, we all know that whole reason we're here was for the freedom, right?" Louis asked.

"Yeah." Zayn sighed. I rubbed his back. I was restless, poor innocent Harry, selling himself for us. He sacrificed a lot.

After dinner, Zayn suggested to go out for a walk. I agreed and we walked around the town. There were nice stores and buildings and malls and such. We were walking for about an hour.

"What are we gonna do?" I asked.

"Just looking," he said. We stopped in front of a jewelry store. There was still a man in there, examining a diamond in a dimly lit case. The sign said it was closing at nine. It was seven currently. Zayn looked at some of the watches.

"What are you thinking?" I asked.

"Oh, nothing." He lied. He looked at my hand. He wasn't getting me a ring, was he? If we had that kind of money, we'd move in a good place. Well, Louis would have to get identification, but we'd be in a better place.

"Hmm, I bet Louis would be able to get lots from this." He pondered.

"You aren't thinking of . . ." I asked.

"Look, I was a fence, a damn good one, I worked with embezzlers and money launderers." Zayn replied. "And I made a damn good shit load of qwap." He sighed.

"Well, this is too risky." I said.

"Well, not if you help me." He said. "We could be the greatest team." I didn't feel so good. I mean, this shouldn't be new, I've been stealing everyday with Zayn anyways.

"Well, okay." I sighed.

"Good, this is gonna be easy pickings, we're doing this for Harry too, by the way, Harry and Nicki. I don't want Harry to end up like Nicki did." He said to me.

"Okay." I said. I looked down the streets, which were relatively empty.

"Look, this isn't bad, look, they're blood diamonds anyways." Zayn said.

"What are those?" I asked

"Diamonds mined by little children in Africa to be sold for money by warlords to buy weapons to kill, so yeah, they're mined by little kids, and guess what happens if those kiddos don't get enough diamonds each day?" Zayn asked. I was scared.

"Do I want to know?" I asked.

"Those kids get starved, beaten or raped if they don't get enough diamonds." Zayn huffed, "So yeah, we're just stealing from the warlords in Sierra Leone and Gambia." Zayn justified.

"How do you know?" I asked.

"Look." Zayn pointed. "A one carat diamond for only three quarters of a thou? Yeah, too cheap for a real mined diamond, yeah these be blood diamonds because they're too cheap to be actual commercial diamonds." He explained. "I learned that from my years in fencing and laundering."

"Well, when are we gonna do it?" I asked. I felt a bit better, at least we weren't stealing from good, hardworking people.

"Tomorrow night." Zayn answered. "Now, we need to get some costumes. The night is still young." He snickered.