Heartless

3. Anaconda

"Zayn?" Louis called in the emptiness of the big abandoned building. "Are you back yet?"

"Right here." The Bradford bad boy called from upstairs.

Louis ran upstairs and found him drawing something on a piece of paper.

"What is that?"

"Sit." Zayn pointed at the bench on the other side of the table. "Here, eat." He pushed a cheese burger and fries in-front of Louis and a glass of milk.

Zayn kept drawing on the poster while Louis eat. Louis was so disappointed Zayn didn't acknowledge him. He didn't even ask if he was okay or not.

"Okay. So this is the club." He faced the sketch he drew to Louis. "This is where we passed through when we entered the club, this is the bar, the stage and the dance floor." Zayn pointed on the sketch. "You remembered them right?"

"Mmhhm." Louis hummed in response eating more off his burger.

"Good. So this is the bathrooms they took you to. But what you missed is the secret door over here. There's a guard at the door on the inside and a camera right here." He pointed on the map again. "There are 28 secret rooms inside and you'll have to pay a fortune to go in with one of the strippers."

"You want me to go in with a stripper?"

"It's okay. I know how you can go in. But you can only go in room 28. Only that."

"Okay." Louis answered and continued eating his burger silently.

"What?" Zayn asked after a lot of silence.

"Huh?" Louis asked gulping his milk down.

"Whatever is bothering you."

"What? I don't know what--"

"Don't." Zayn stopped him. "I'm not stupid. You have this look that makes me wanna punch you. What are you judging me about now?"

"Nothing." Louis answered innocently. He doesn't like this new Zayn at all. He missed the Zayn who was sharing the cell with him. The boy he use to call his brother and actually felt like it was blood brotherhood.

This Zayn is desperate of everything. He is not his brother at all. Especially when he kisses him or worse, sleep with him. He doesn't care about him anymore. Or his well being.

"Louis." Zayn looked at Louis suspiciously. Did anything happen at the club?"

"N-not really." Louis stammered. He reached for the paper he was given by the club owner, Payne and hesitantly gave it to Zayn.

"What's this?" Zayn grabbed the paper, unfolded it and scanned it.

"They offered me a job."

"No way." Zayn said a smile creeping on his lips. "Fucking hell Louis, why didn't you tell me earlier?"

"I'm sorry." Louis apologized not knowing what to actually say.

"Well did you say yes?"

"No. I was playing the drunk card remember? They stapled it on me in hope I'll read it when I'm sober." Louis explained.

"We're calling them early morning."

"But I don't want the job."

"Yeah you do." Zayn answered in a duh. "You're getting that job and you're starting tomorrow night. You don't need training obviously, you still got the moves from Russia."

"Tomorrow? Zayn, I don't want to sleep with anyone again. Not yet atleast. We agreed on this. On freedom and--"

"Look Louis, if it wasn't for me, you'll still be stuck with those morons sleeping with a kajilion of men a day. So be thankful and don't give me that freedom bullshit. Atleast not until we have real money. You're going to call them early in the morning and you're going to tell them that you're starting tomorrow night. Understand?"