Change. -Ziall Fanfic-

Niall is the most wanted person in Ireland, always getting high off of drugs and never paying the dealer back. Zayn is the most famous killer in London, nothing ever gets away from him alive. Zayn is then ordered to kill Niall and make it seem like an accident but what happens when Zayn falls in love with the person who he’s suppose to kill?

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8. Eight.

Eight. 

"Zayn, sweetheart, why don't you wear this? I think it brings out your eyes." Zayn's mother smiled showing him the shirt she had picked up. Zayn looked at the shirt and shrug wishing his mother would understand his plea and let him pretend to be sick. "Mum I really don't see why we have to meet the new neighbors. I mean, were bound to run into them somewhere.. But why do we have to meet them now?" 

"Because." She smiled standing up and dusting her pants off. "It's a more welcoming matter on our part. Now stop complaining and put that shirt on okay? They'll be here any minute now and I really want to show off my baby boy." 

"Mum! I'm not a baby anymore - I'm almost 12." Zayn pouted.

She laughed and pecked Zayn on the cheek, "No matter how old you are, you'll always be my baby boy."



Zayn sighed as he listened in on the conversations that his drunk parents and neighbors were having in the kitchen as he laid aimlessly on the living room rug, counting the black that had formed over the years in the ceiling of his home. Usually, he would have easily walked up to the new neighbors and introduce himself as the gentleman his parents raised him - but for some reason he didn't feel comfortable around them. And he thought it would be best to not get involved with them while they were he. It perfectly explains why he shut himself off from everyone. 

Zayn sat up right, starting to find boredom in the blacks, and looked around trying to find something else to entertain his mind. He tried to the tv but nothing interesting was on. He tried playing some video games (even ones he hadn't touch in years) and saw nothing fun in them. He even tried counting how many squares were in the rug (348 to be exact ) and 
still didn't find any interest in that. 

Seeing he had nothing else to do he decided to go outside and play in the field where his mother picked flowers at when she was in a bright mood. Zayn got up and dusted himself off going towards the back door when he heard his name called thought the house. "Zayn!? Zayn sweetheart, can you come here for a second?!" His drunken mother yelled. "Yes mum!" He called back not wanting to upset her.

When he reached the kitchen door Zayn put on his best fake smile and walked in like he was having the time of his life.

He was met by a lovely couple ( who looked to be around 20-40) that smiled brightly at him when they noticed he was in the doorway. "And this right here is my lovely baby boy!" His mother said going to stand by him, embracing him into a tight hug. Automatically, he hugged back but not as he usually was getting slightly nausea at the smell of alcohol on her shirt. "You called me?" He said interrupting his mother about how she was so blessed to have Zayn in her life as healthy little boy thanks to problems going on in her stomach ( he had heard the story nearly 20 times and knew it like the back of his hand) 

"Ah Yes! See, Lillian and James here have children that are around your age and I thought it would be lovely if the three of you had a little get together while they were here!" 

Zayn couldn't help but look around the room trying to piece at where the hell the two kids where at. "They have kids?"  He asked not seeing them at all. He heard one of them (James was it?) laugh at how innocent Zayn was. "There outside in the back champ. Their a shy bunch and wanted to be let alone."

"Oh.." Was all Zayn could say. "Well, uh, I guess I'll just go outside now." He smiled walking to the backdoor wanting to get away from the eyes that were set upon him. 



Zayn walked outside and smiled brightly as he felt the warm air surround him, making him feel a welcome atmosphere.  He quickly tore his shoes off and being running throughout the field forgetting about everything and going straight to his 'lucky tree' not feeling the two sets of eyes watching him cautiously. 

He climbed easily after having of years of experience and was on a branch within minutes. Scooting over slightly, Zayn made himself comfortable and laid down watching the clouds roll by softly when he heard, "Um excuse me?" 

Zayn looked down and saw a red headed boy looking up with him. "Um... Can I help you?" The boy asked not wanting to get too close.  "I don't think so... Why? Do you need help?" Zayn asked.

"No... It's just you randomly came out from the house and climbed the tree."

"Is that bad or something...?"

"But this isn't your tree?"

"Yes it is."

"No it isn't."

"Yes it is... It's in my backyard so it must be my tree." Zayn said jumping off from the tree branch and landed easily on the ground. "And are you the two kids my mum was talking about?" 

The red head boy blushed again and looked down at his two feet. "Um... I guess so. But your mum said that tree was ours!" 

"Ours?"

"Ed." A voiced called out making the boy, Ed, and Zayn looked at the unknown caller. It was girl who looked around 9 (maybe 10) and Zayn could feel his cheeks redden seeing how tiny she looked. "Yea El?" Ed said walking over to her with Zayn right behind him.

El smiled softly at Zayn and handed her hand out to him. "You must be Zayn. Your mum's told us some interesting things about you." She smiled.  Zayn groaned already knowing what his mother had told the two. "M'Sorry about that. She always get's that like when she's drunk." He said shaking her hand softly. "And yea, I'm Zayn. How about you two?"

"Well I'm Ed, short for Edward." The red head said stepping slowly between them. "And that's Eleanor, my little sister."

"Cousin actually." Eleanor snapped getting from behind him. "He just likes to call me his little sister because I'm shorter than him." 

"But your like a little sister to me!" Ed blushed not looking at school. "And besides, mum told me to look out after you as if you were my little sister."

"I know. I know." El said turning her attention back to Zayn who was laughing softly. "Oi! What's so funny?!" Ed asked.

Zayn shook his head and laughed loudly. "It's just, you two are weird and funny. And you barely see other kids like that. So what do you say, friends?" Zayn said, a pure smile on his lips.

Ed and Eleanor smiled back and nodded their head, "Friends." They said in sync. 



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Two of the characters are finally reveled!! (Fuck finally))  and later on in the story you will understand why I decided to pick Eleanor and Ed to play the role of these two specific people that are a VERY big deal in this story.

But anyways, I just wanted to say thank you guys for getting me up to 81 hearts despite me no longer having a laptop and school getting in the way  of me updating on a daily basis. But by the time Christmas comes - that should change! 
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