Two Kinds of Trickery (a Ziall fanfiction)

You Worthless Piece of Sh*t

Weeks of sneaking off together and hiding continued. I thought I was going crazy. It was too much for me to handle. Louis knew what we were doing but Harry and Liam were clueless. I tried to get in contact with Greg, my brother, but I never got a chance to visit him. I could only imagine how he was feeling, all lonely in the prison walls. But that’s one thing we have in common. He was hiding behind the walls just like me.

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“Can we go out somewhere today?” I asked Zayn hopefully. Zayn groaned and touched my nose.

“You know why we can’t do that.” Anger began to boil inside of me. My sanity was going to be lost soon.

“Why Zayn?”

“You know it’s not my fault. If u didn’t want to steal my money, we –“

I slapped Zayn on his face. The noise echoed through my whole apartment. He blinked a couple of times before he touched the spot where I slapped him. A red mark was printed out on his cheek.

“I guess I should leave,” Zayn muttered. I said nothing. I just watched him leave again. I cried as soon as the door closed. I knew I could not handle this anymore. I wish we could be a normal couple. I love Zayn, I’m positive I do. Why do I feel like shit then?

I decided that I wanted to see Greg.

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A plastic wall separated us. His brown hair was longer than I remembered and his eyes held pure darkness and anger.

“Hello little brother.” He spoke through the phone. His voice caused me to feel a sudden chill through my body.

“Hi Greg...” I squeaked. He smiled, showing his rotting teeth.

“What’s up lil bro? Why the sudden need to see me?”

“I can’t pay your bail.”

The fear I felt when I saw Greg’s face was indescribable. He just started laughing…a mad laugh. My blood began to crawl.

“I knew you wouldn’t be able to get the money, you worthless piece of sh*t. Why don’t you sell yourself on the streets? You have a pretty face, use it as an advantage.”

I could not make eye contact with Greg.

“My plan was ruined. The owner caught me.”

He snorted and put his thick arm behind his neck.

“Which company?”

I gulped before saying, “Malik and Tommo Engineering and Construction.”

He whistled and then smiled again.

“Times up!” a man shouted at Greg and I. I watched as Greg was escorted away by a bulky prison officer. The last thing I saw was Greg’s eyes throwing daggers at me.

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I walked towards Zayn’s car and waited for him. I leaned against it and began tapping my foot counting each second. I saw Zayn from a distance, walking with a phone plastered to his ear. As he saw me, he waved and smiled in my direction. I helped him with his bags and carried them to his car. I wanted to apologize for slapping him. He hung up his phone and placed a kiss on my cheek.

“Hey.”

I breathed heavily before saying, “I’m sorry Zayn.”

He nuzzled my neck and kissed me on my sweet spot. I shivered and pulled myself away from him.

“Not here…”

He nodded then practically carried me inside his car. I pressed my body closer to his chest and breathed in the scent of Zayn.

I was not even prepared for what was coming next.