Stockholm Syndrome

Chapter 18

(Williams POV)

After several hours of showing off my Twitter account to Maya, She falls asleep. I keep on the website for a while longer, until my father finds someone to take my place for a while. Most of the Larry stuff had died down, replaced with pictures of me impersonating Niall. Not that those are any better to have floating around.

After a while of pointlessly playing around on the computer, I decide I ought to go shower. The blonde dye still colors my hair, and it will be best if I can get it out before it sticks. I don't really look great with blonde hair, all things considered, and I much prefer impersonating Louis as opposed to Niall. Then it's just a matter of styling my hair t match his.

As I shower, I scrub my hair using the expensive dye remover my father had bought me. I have a lot of miscellaneous jobs to do with management, and my payment is having a rich father who will buy me whatever I want.

Once I'm done with my shower, I pull n jeans and a t-shirt. Nothing too fancy and not something Niall or Louis would wear. I should know- we talk about their outfits a lot. The shoes I was wearing before had almost no support; the ones I wear when I'm being Louis have nearly two inches of it. The shoes I put on now are normal tennis shoes, the kind any guy at a normal place would wear. I'm not tall, about average height. Nothing about me stands out. And for an imposter, that is one of the greatest gifts of all.

"William?" My father s voice calls. I step out of the bathroom, mentally preparing m myself for the berating I was about to get. It wasn't exactly good for Modest!'s image to have a Niall lookalike running around.

But My father seems much more angry than the situation calls for. "William, what have you been doing all day?"

I shrug. "I went to the concert to pick up a friend."

"Yes William. I heard about that fiasco. And I was gonna give you a harsh lounge lashing for it too. And then I came home and saw the state of your room." He says harshly. My heart sinks. He mist have seen Maya asleep on my bed and assumed the worst.

"It isn't what it looks like. Maya is just a friend." I assure him.

"I saw the girl and I was gonna give you quite the talking to for that too. And then I saw your computer." My heart sinks at his words as I try to remember if I had xed out of my account. I really hope so.

"You've been using my money to purchase and hide incriminating pictures, and then publishing them online? I have not raised you to be this deceitful." My heart sinks as my father raises his voice. He knows. "You and whoever that girl is, you can get out of my house. Don't even think about trying to pack. I've played for every thing you've ever owned you worthless liar."

I don't flinch from his words. I don't cry. I'm not even angry. I don't belong in a house with an unaccepting man. One who lives only for money. I have been living under his thumb fir too long already.

I walk to my room and see that Maya is asleep. Not sure how I will break the news to her, or if she will even care, I scoop her up in my arms. There's no reason for her to have to wake up. My father watches as I carry her out the door, but I don't look back. That house, no matter how expensive, was never really a home. There is no reason to grieve.

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(Nialls POV)

I pull slightly away from Emma and push her hair out of her eyes. She is calmer now, no longer shaking in my arms. She simply looks embarrassed, very very embarrassed. I know what she needs, and pull away, handing her the clothes I had dropped on the floor.

"Go ahead and shower," I suggest, standing and leaving the room. "I'll be in the kitchen when your done."

I walk out the door, only making it a few steps before leaning against the wall and sliding back to a sitting position.

"Zayn," I called into the air. "I need your help."

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So why do you think Niall needs Zayns help? What has him riled up?

And what about the whole ordeal with Will? How do you think Maya is gonna react?