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

CHAPTER TWENTY FOUR

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CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR

<<Zayn's POV>>

<<The next night>>

The next night, was the last day Stefani was staying. She had to go back home to Las Vegas, but we planned that once we got our business sorted out, we would go and join her there, or a cheaper place nearby. Niall was tired from the day. We had a huge house party, with lots of dancing and food and well, the turkey must've knocked him out. Whereas Cardi, Liam, Louis and Harry went out to the movies, Niall and I simply went back to our apartment to relax. It was about nine in the evening and Niall was knocked out.

I decided to go for a walk. The night was getting cold, but I liked it. I want to live my life again. And plus, I knew this place pretty well, now's the time to look towards the lights, instead of the darkness. I looked up and had a smile on my face. I spotted a woman standing on a lamppost in the alley. She was definitely not warm in her clothes, which was a sleeveless fur coat and skinny jeans and heels. She was a prostitute.

"Hey ma'am." I said, as I approached her. She looked about sixteen, but with her heavy makeup and lace fronts, it was hard to tell.

"Hey darlin', you lookin' for a good time?" She asked sweetly. She took her cold hands out of her pockets and stroked her legs. She had a fake smile.

"Um, no, I was just letting you know, you don't have to do this." I told her. "What is your name?" I asked.

"Adore, you can call me Ms. Delano." She replied. "And do you want a good time or not?" She asked.

"Look, I know that's not your real name. And look, I used to be you once and I'm gonna tell you right now, it's not worth it, girl." I told her. "Let me tell you about another friend of mine. Her name was Nicki Minaj." I began. And on that street, I told her my story and Nicki's life.

"Oh, I-I-'m so sorry." She said, her lead pointed down. She buttoned up her fur vest a bit tighter.

"Yes, well, here's a address for a shelter for girls like you." I said. I pulled out my wallet and pulled out a five-dollar bill and a pen and wrote down an address for a safe place.

"Oh, thank you, sir." She said. "By the way, my name's not really Adore Delano, it's Danielle." She sighed.

"Well, it was nice to meet you, Danielle. Now, go catch yourself a taxicab and go, you'll be doing yourself a favour." I said. She smiled and left.

"Thank you, kind sir." She said and she trotted off. Gosh, it felt so good to help another poor soul out.

"I'm beautiful in my way, 'cause god makes no mistakes." I started to sing.

"Unless you're just a piece of shit." a voice called out. I cringed and looked in the alley. There was the pair of eyes I thought I'd never see.

"Adolf Samael?" I asked. I froze. Never did I ever think he himself would be out for me.
"It's Master Samael to you." He spoke. "And you're in big trouble you piece of shit." His voice was sophisticated and his vocabulary was rich. He was dressed in a simple, yet fancy suit. He held a cane. His belly stuck out a bit, showing his pale, now sixty year old body. He held a fancy, ivory walking stick.

"Maybe I should say a piece of shi'ite." He laughed. I was still frozen. Few people ever scared me and he scared all the shit out of me. But I stood my ground. He looked at my hand, with my gold, stoneless engagement ring.