Like Water {Niall Centric}

Chapter 5: Niallnapped

When Niall was leaving the school on his bike, he was catapulted off as his tire got caught on a lone tree branch on the sidewalk. "Fuck!"

He heard laughter all around him causing him to look up. A crowd of students were closing in on him, making his breath speed up. Not now! Not now!

He felt the pain tingle up and down his legs, the primary source his knees. It burned horribly, the skin raw and bloody when Niall looked at his scratched-up knees. Then, he felt similar pain in his palms, a trickle of blood seeping out. His eyes watered at the pain, a lump forming in his throat as he tried to suppress his sobs. His vision blurred out for a second at the sight of blood, his blood, seeping into his nice uniform pants. There was a piercing ringing in his ears, drowning out the laughter and taunts of stupid rich kids. He could taste the bit of blood pooling in his mouth from the harsh impact of biting his tongue as he fell. Even when he's all bloodied and bruised, the rich snobs were still laughing. They were still teasing relentlessly at his pain. Even Nicola, who was watching with unsympathetic eyes.

His fears were coming to life before him. Blood, humiliation, the constricting feeling of people closing in around him, abandonment, rich snobs. He was living his very nightmare in this school, the school that every one wanted to attend. The school that was supposed to make your dreams come true. Fuck Nobility Prep and its heartless students.

As he tried to stand up, his legs wobbled and his vision blacked out, and he felt unbelievably dizzy. He stumbled a bit as he tried to pick up his bike but only managed to fall onto it, body too weak and too tired.

Niall was helpless.

Niall was alone.

Niall was dreaming.

Niall woke up with a jolt, his eyes trained on his perfectly clean and perfectly unscratched palms. He threw the silky soft covers away from his legs, pristine pajama pants filling his vision. He rolled up the pants, finding red but not bloody knees. It was just a nightmare.

Niall sighed a breath of relief before he screamed, realizing this wasn't his bed. This wasn't his room. Therefore, this wasn't his home. The room was too fancy to be any ordinary person's room meaning he was in a Nobility Prep student's house but why? Niall immediately began to think bad thoughts. They're going to kill me! They'll make me their slave!

Niall screamed again only this time because he saw a picture frame hanging on the wall and realized that he was in one of the four assholes' houses - Louis Tomlinson's to be exact. No wonder it was so extravagant; it's what you expect of such fashionable people. No expense is too much in the name of style.

Niall heard a knock before the door to the room opened, a man dressed in a tuxedo walking inside. "Master Louis and his friends wish to see you now that you are awake."

Great, Niall thought. All the assholes are here! He got up from the bed and finally realized that he wasn't wearing his own clothes. These were too soft, too comfortable, and too silky. He tried not to show his panic at having been undressed and then redressed, all while he was unconscious and defenseless. However, his wide-eyed stare at his clothes confirmed his shock; the butler coughed to gain the blonde's attention.

"Master Louis requested you be comfortable while you sleep through the night. I assure you the maids are trustworthy."

Niall didn't feel better at the explanation and knew if he wanted real answers, he'd have to go the four assholes. He saw slippers at the side of the bed and decided to put them on, the fabric plush and smooth against his skin.