Like Water {Niall Centric}

Chapter 6: No

"And what would that proposition be?" Niall raised an eyebrow, feeling his stomach coil in anticipation and anger. Anger that has planted its deep roots into Niall's core and stemmed into every living fiber of his being.

"We'll let you be our boy or girlfriend, even showcase it publicly. All you have to do is submit to all of us entirely," Louis answered, obviously feeling high and mighty.

Niall clenched his fists, resisting the urge to bathe in the blood of his enemies. Oh, how he wished to stuff their own money down their throats and wow - he's having really violent thoughts. "Hell no! Are you guys that far up your own asses that you don't realize I just don't like you?"

Niall looked at the shocked faces in front of him. "What?" Harry stated in utter shock. Niall was sure the assholes have never been spoken to like that. Oh well, he thinks. Today will be a first for us all.

"What makes you think anybody would like such selfish, spoiled little brats? Open your eyes and realize that you are not the perfection you think you are," Niall shouted at them, feeling his face go red in rage and his eyes water from the intense emotion he was feeling.

"Of course we're not perfect, no one is," Louis snorted. "But please be serious. This is an once in a lifetime opportunity I'm presenting you with; be smart about it."

Niall sighed, trying to keep his insanity levels down before he exploded in a murderous rampage. "You just don't get it. . . do you, Louis? I. Don't. Like. You. . . Or you," Niall pointed to Zayn. "Or you," He pointed at Liam. "And definitely not you," He pointed to the quasi-leader of the group, Harry.

"You're not real bright, are you?" Louis chuckled on, looking awfully amused. As did the others, who all looked at Niall like he was just a hopeless blonde. "I understand that you must be terribly confused that we would want someone like you, but you actually look attractive when wearing decent clothes."

Is Niall allowed to cry and scream like a frustrated two year-old?

"I'm not a blonde ditz," Niall seethed. "Just give me my clothes and take me home." He had about enough of this. He just wanted to go home and curl up in a ball on his bed and rant to Claudia. Then, Claudia will put in her two cents and let Niall cry and then they'll eat ice-cream and move on with their lives. "Now!" He stomped his foot when none of them moved.

"I get it now," Harry was the one who spoke up. "Heh, I can't believe I didn't figure it out before."

"Finally! You understand what I'm trying to tell you!" Niall felt wonderful. Now, he can get these spoiled rich brats off his back.

"You're worried that we'll be embarrassed to be seen with you. It's no problem really. . . you're not too bad; the stylists Louis hired did an amazing job."

Niall just walked out, done with wasting his time. He walked out of the house, leaving behind his clothes, but he doesn't give a flying fuck (Or a sitting fuck or a standing fuck). He was D-O-N-E with the rich and the stupid.

He didn't have a single clue as to where he was or how to get home, but he would just guess and say it was south. Eventually he'll end up in downtown Silas, right? He kicked a rock down the sidewalk, hitting a random metal pole: a stop sign.

He looked both ways before stepping off the sidewalk and onto the wide, beautifully paved road. As he reached the middle, he heard the powerful engine of a surely expensive car becoming louder and louder as seconds went by. He didn't even have time to think, let alone move, when the blur of yellow sped towards him.