Chapter six
My eyes were still focused on my outfit as Niall pushed past me. "Do you have something else you could wear?" Niall asked as his eyes scanned me over which only caused me to shudder, that guys eyes looking at me? No thanks. I shook my head, not wanting to go back and change.
Niall groaned in response as he grabbed his car keys. "Don't do anything when we get there." He said for what felt like the hundredth time. I nodded, following him out the door and into his range rover. Niall started the car and soon we were on our way to meet one of Niall's 'friends'.
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I pushed past the drunk heads dancing on the dance floor, following Niall. He seemed to know his way around this place fairly well which doesn't surprise me. You'd find people like him at clubs all the time. Niall guided me throughout the place until we finally stopped at a booth which already had someone seated.
The guys face seemed to light up as his eyes landed on me. "Brought someone this time Niall?" The guy asked, flashing me a smile. Niall ignored him as he slipped into the seat across from the guy dragging me with him. "She's off limits." Niall said, his eyes never leaving the other guys.
The guy only chuckled. "What's so special about this one Niall that you want to keep her?"
"Shut up Chris, here's your money. Take it and leave." Niall growled throwing stacks of money at Chris. Chris only smirked at Niall, picking up the cash. "You know Niall you can keep the money in exchange for the girl. What do you say about that girl?" Chris asked, smiling sweetly at me. Honestly I wanted to gag. Chris was probably in his thirties and I'm eighteen and the guy looked like some freak., I'd rather stay with Niall.
"What do you say girl?" Chrisbarked at me, scaring me. I shook my head furiously. There was no way I was going to spend a day let alone a second with that freak. "She said no. No means no." Niall hissed as he wrapped his arms around me. Goosebumps arose as our skins touched. I wasn't comfortable being in this situation with Niall but if it helped get Chris away from me then I'm up for it.
"She's mute isn't she?" Chris asked as he realized I haven't said a single word. Neither Niall or I responded to that. I wasn't really mute but I just don't have my voice at the moment thanks to Niall.
"Lets go Macey." Niall said, already pushing me out of the booth. I got up and seconds later Niall joined me, tangling our hands together. This was really awkward for me but if it's for show them like I said earlier; I'm up for it. We made our way past the dancing drunks once again and we were out of the club just as fast as we came in.
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I slipped off my shoes before walking over to my bed. I was exhausted and I really missed my voice. For the people who take talking for granite switch spots with me. I got under my bed, pulling the blankets up. I closed my eyes waiting for sleep to drift me away but it never came. After thirty minutes I lost hope on sleep. I sat up, undoing myself from the blankets. My bare feet landed on the hardwood flooring of my room, sending shivers up my leg; it was cold.
I made my way out of my room and then downstairs where Niall was watching something on TV. He disconnected his gaze from the TV to look at me but then went back to the TV. "What are you doing still up?"
I sighed. The idiot forgot I can't talk. Ignoring him I made my way into the kitchen. My hands found their way to the fridge, yanking it open. Thank god there were water bottles. I picked one up , undid the cap, and drank it; the cold water making its way down my throat.
I entered the living room again only to be surprised that Niall was staring at the entrance for the kitchen. What was his problem? "I told you once not to ignore me while I'm talking to you." He said, his voice calm compared to his facial expression. I threw my hands up, waving them around probably looking like a bird. How do I explain to him I can't talk?
"I know you're fucking mute right now but you could have found another way to communicate." He snapped. I dropped my hands as my eyes went wide with horror. Is he freaking stupid? Am I suppose to bring flash cards with me to communicate with him and who honestly cares why I'm not sleeping?
"Fucking mute." Niall spat as he left the room.
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His Property
Fanfiction"Why do you stay?" Harry asked, a frown playing on his lips. I shook my head. "I-I'm his." I sounded pretty stupid but it was true. I was Nialls. I was just a piece of property and that's what I'll ever be; property, his property.
