Not The Life

Part one

Zayn sat in his apartment staring out the window. It was a nice apartment. It was layered with black and white marble and once a day a cleaner would come in a clean it. Suddenly Zayns phone starts vibrating so Zayn slowly stood up from the windowsill and goes over to his phone sitting on the glass kitchen table. Nicks name flashes up on the phone screen for the seventh time in an hour. Zayn declines the call and goes back to the windowsill, taking out a cigarette and lighting it. He stares out at London city below him and sighs. Ever since Zayn can remember his life had been shit. The earliest memory he had of this was when his mother died when he was seven. She had got cancer a year before and since they couldn't afford the right medical care she died in hospital. Before she died she would tell Zayn stories of when his father used to be 'bad' but she had made him good again. He never really understood what she had meant by bad until Zayn turned ten years old. This is when it had gone downhill. His father started drinking heavily and beat Zayn on a daily basis. Zayn was snapped out of his day dream by his phone vibrating again. He ran his hand through his hair, sighed again and picked up his phone.
"Hello?"
Nick said frustrated.
"Hello"
Zayn replied quietly.
"Zayn! Where the hell have you been! I have been trying to call you for hours!"
Nick shouted down the phone. Zayn closed his eyes and moved the phone away from his ear.
"Look, Nick I'm sorry I was busy"
Zayn lied.
"Be ready at eight, we're going to a party and you will be my date for the night. I expect you to be smart and sociable."
Nick said and then the line went dead. Zayn put down his phone. He hated parties, especially with Nick. But he had to, because he owed Nick his life. When Zayn was fourteen he heard his father come home drunk. He prepared himself for a beating but what came next scared Zayn forever. He heard his father walking up the stairs so he pulled the duvet tightly around him hoping his father would think he was asleep and leave him alone, even though he never did. Instead of being dragged out of bed like he always was his father sat on his bed. Zayn sat up and stared at him. He father pinned him down and raped him. Zayn struggled until his wrists were raw and bruised but it was no use. This continued for many years until Zayn couldn't take it anymore. When he was seventeen he ran away into the heart of London. For months he was homeless until Nick found him. Although Zayn was homeless he was blessed with amazing looks. He had caramel brown eyes and chizzled cheekbones to match his tanned skin. He body, although a bit scrawny was also toned. His jet black hair matched his short stubble on his face. Nick offered him a home and a job, and Zayn only being seventeen accepted, little did he know what he was getting into. Zayn later found out Nick was one of the riches, most famous prostitute owners In London. But he didn't care, at the time he appreciated all Nick had done for him and accepted the job. Three years later, Zayn is twenty years old and still working for Nick. Nick had loads of workers but Zayn had always been his favourite and he often used him for personal use. Zayn glanced at the clock.
6:37
He had better start getting ready. Zayn went upstairs and changed out of the tracksuit bottoms and the grey t-shirt he was wearing. He had a long shower making sure to shave everything, accept his stubble because that was the way Nick liked it. After he got out and was dried he put on a tight pair of black jeans, a black long sleeved shirt and a leather jacket. He styled his hair, grabbed his keys and cigarettes and left his apartment. When he got downstairs there was a black limousine waiting for him. When Zayn got in Nick wasn't there and the journey was long and quiet. When they pulled up to expensive  London night club, Zayn fixed his hair, sighed and got out the car to be immediately greeted by Nick who pulled him close and roughly kissed him. Zayn kissed Nick back alkthough not as passionately and regretted picking up the phone. Nick leant in so his lips were inches away from his ear.
"Don't fuck this up"
He whispered, pulling away from Zayns ear and giving him a patronising smile. Zayn turned away from Nick, this was going to be a long night. Nick lead Zayn inside, dragging him back and fourth between tables. Zayn shook hands and put on a fake smile. But as the night went on he became tired and Nick was forcing drinks in his hands Zayn became tipsy. After Zayns fifth drink Nick came over to him.
"Zayn, I need you to meet someone"
Nick said loudly over the music.
"Nick I really don't want-"
Zayn started to say. But Nick gripped his arm tight.
"I said, don't fuck this up for me"
Nick said lowly, then after giving him another big smile, let go of his arm. Zayn sighed. Nick led him over to one of the tables. At the table sat a group of men, drinking, smoking and laughing.
"Nick! Long time no see"
One of them bellowed. Nick laughed and shook his hand.
"Everyone, this is Zayn"
They all looked at Zayn, smirking and went back to there conversations. Zayn felt uncomfortable and put his head down.
"Nice to meet you Zayn"
Zayn heard someone say, he looked up. One of the men sitting at the table had stood up and was holding out a hand for Zayn to shake. He had light brown, curly styled hair and big green eyes. Also he was dressed in a tight black suit.  He smiled showing of a row of straight white teeth. Zayn hesitantly reached his hand out and shook the strangers.
"Zayn, this is Harry. He owns his own company in the city."
Harry smiled it Zayn, Zayn didn't smile back but instead let go of Harry's hand. Harry, smiled at Zayn again and sat back down once again joining the conversation. Nick turned to Zayn.
"How about another drink?"
He said
"I'm fine Nick"
Zayn said.
"Your going to have another drink okay"
Nick said smiling.
"Nick, I don't want another drink, I'm tired"
Zayn said, running his hand through his hand.
"Come with me"
Nick said grabbing Zayns arm but Zayn pulled away.
"No Nick I'm going for a smoke okay"
Zayn said turning and walking away from Nick. He made his way though the crowd and went outside. He took out a cigarette and lit it, taking in a long drag.
"Got a light?"
Zayn heard someone say making him jump. He spun round and locked on with a pair of green eyes. Harry smiled at Zayn as he dug in his jacket pocket trying to find his lighter.
"So, do you work for Nick then?"
Harry asked
"Sort of"
Zayn said quietly, embarrassed.
"What do you mean sort of"
Harry said smirking between his cigarette.
"Yeah, I do"
Zayn said.
Before Harry could reply Zayn was spun around so he was facing Nick.
"Time to go honey"
Nick said smiling, gripping on to Zayns jacket but Zayn could see the anger in his eyes. He led him over to another black limousine. The whole journey back to nicks place was quiet and awkward, Although Zayn had sobered up, it was obvious that Nick was quite drunk. When they got to nicks mansion, Nick led Zayn inside still in silence. When they got in Nick slammed the door behind him and locked it.
"Look, Nick I'm sorry if-"
Zayn started so say but was cut of by Nick hitting him hard across the face.
"You embarrassed me in front of my friends"
Nick hissed, getting close to Zayns face.
"You belong to me, without me you are nothing! Remember that!"
He snarled holding tightly on to Zayns shirt which was bunched up in his fist.
"Now go upstairs and wait for me in the bedroom"
He said letting go of Zayn a pushing him  towards the grand staircase. Zayn made his way up the stairs and immediately went to the main bedroom. He looked in the big mirror in one of the corners. He had a red mark by his eye that he was sure would turn into a bruise by the morning. He took of his leather jacket, folding it and put it on a chair. Then he started unbuttoning his shirt but Nick walked in and said.
"Let me"
Zayn obeyed as Nick slowly unbuttoned his shirt running his hands against Zayns smooth chest. He moved his hands lower and unbuttoned Zayns jeans and peeling of his jeans. Zayn stood still and let Nick strip him. After Zayns jeans were of he was standing there just in a pair of black boxers. Nick roughly kissed him pushing him on to the perfectly made king sized bed climbing in top of him. He moved his lips down so he was kissing Zayns neck and then his chest and stomach. Zayn stayed still, he wasn't in the mood but he couldn't tell Nick to stop because he wouldn't.