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I Agree to the Terms and Conditions Above...Not

Quick Author's Note: I know that Jake's been married since last year and he's like in his late twenties but for the sake of the story can we pretend that he's still (not so)happily single, 21, and just recently got out of a relationship with our very own Ruella? THANKS A MILLION :D

Chapter 4: I Agree To The Terms and Conditions Above...Not

third person

"Yes."

"No."

"Yes."

"No."

"Yes."

"No."

"Yes."

"No."

"No."

"I'm not falling for that." Niall smirked at Paul. With a scowl, Paul hit Niall upside the head, earning a painful yelp from the Irish boy. "Hey, watch it, old man!"

"Who you calling old?" Paul stuck his tongue out. "But seriously, though, at least do this for the band." A dark look passed on Niall's face but One Direction's manager pressed on.

"Think of all the albums you'll sell to their fans when they hear that their oh so wonderful and 'perfect' goddess is dating you? Best of all, think of how all your girl suitors would finally back off! Isn't that what you wanted?"

With a dark, angry look, Niall furiously stood up from his seat in the otherwise empty conference room and frustratingly slammed his palms down on the glass table. The table shook under his hands and Paul would have shook in fear too at Niall's dirty look had he not been his manager.

"Ruella is my friend." He clenched his jaw, emphasizing the word 'friend', "She is a kind, sweet girl who does not deserve this type of relationship. Besides, it hasn't even been two weeks since that d**che Jake Abel broke up with her. The last thing I would want us for Rue to come off as a slut!"

"I was expecting you'd say that." Paul mused and took out a white envelope that had Modest! Management's seal stamped on the front. Niall's eyebrows furrowed as he dug through the papers and Paul leaned back in his chair.

"Management predicted a reaction like this so, as usual, they'll stop at nothing to get you and Evans together." He said clearly, fishing out his iPhone from his laptop bag and started playing the hit game, Flappy Bird. Yes, even the almighty Paul plays the d*mn game.

"So management's solution is to threaten me by breaking the contract I had signed?" Niall growled, his blue eyes darkening even more. His eyes raked through the files, hands frantically flippin through the pages.

Disagreement to this contract will result to immediate suspension of the original contract...

...shall fake date Ms. Ruella Elise Evans for seven months...

Both parties will be paid a minimum of USD578000 each at the end of the contract, depending on performance...

...break up precisely seven months and 26 days prior to contract signing...

A load more of cr*p filled Niall's head as he continued reading the documents Paul had handed him and he looked up wildly, paler than usual with his lips slightly ajar. The 20 year old brunette-blond slowly sank back down into his chair and cradled his head in his hands.

Paul sighed and grabbed a remote after his flappy bird died again, activating the projector and playing a video. He grabbed a chocolate bar from his laptop bag and pushed it in front of the silent boy.