Niall Centric One-Shots

I Wouldn't Know

A.N.: This one-shot makes me so cringe-y. AAAAAH.

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Each pill slid uneasily down his throat. The thick oval shaped pills that exploded in a variety of browns and beige held a special feeling of hatred in his heart, more like his throat, as they bumped around his esophagus. The pills were blatantly given the name Suppressants; they basically balanced his hormones and pheromones into the likes of a beta that way the androstenone the other four boys gave off wouldn't affect his stature. Niall shook the bottle, only one pill shook against the plastic rim.

Niall sighed as he pushed the bottle discretely behind his hairbrush and toothpaste in the medicine cabinet. His bright blue eyes caught in the mirror when he swung the medicine cabinet close. He had the basic phenotypes of an omega; animated, happy blue eyes, soft dyed blond hair, pale skin with a constant brush of a rosy blush, freckles decorating the bridge of his nose, everything screamed omega on him, but his scent, thanks to the suppressants.

He hated it with every lasting nerve. He hated not being able to be himself and having to constantly hide from his possible mates. He hated listening to the four alphas whine and complain about not being able to find their mate and having to grow used to the scent they emitted in an attempt to lure in their mate. Niall especially hated the interviews where he was, then again, faced with either another alpha or beta, never an omega because of the boys statuses, and he'd then have to endure the questions about how it feels to be the only beta in the group.

Niall didn't know.

His mind rummaged all of its corners for an answer from all the articles he was forced to read by Management for an answer, but it always ended up with a suspicious, 'It's nothing different.' Then, they'd get plundered with questions about how many male and female omegas went into heat at their concerts which made Niall's inner omega whine and squirm, or if they'd found the special lady yet, or something along the lines of prying into their business.

It was almost as annoying as the fucking suppressants, but Niall had to take them, or Management would flip their shite and threaten to kick Niall out of the band.

Niall hated it all.

"Niall, hurry up we're going to be late!"

"Chill your shite, Harry, I'm almost done." Niall hated talking back.

"Don't tell me what to do." Niall hated the warning growl he received from behind the door.

Niall quickly gelled his hair up, spit out the burning mouthwash and exhaled all his worries, or most of them at least. Liam was casually chewing on his nails, Zayn was checking his phone for the time, Louis was brushing back his hair, and Harry was tapping his foot impatiently when Niall stepped out.

"There you are! Quick, quick, we have to go!"

Niall was shoved in between Liam and Zayn as Harry quickly repeated their schedule for the morning. All Niall heard was, 'You're going to have to answer beta questions, Niall. Interviews, interviews, and more interviews. He hunched his shoulders as Harry shoved them into the van. Paul looked at Niall as he buckled next to the window, his nostrils flared with Niall's scent to make sure he had taken his suppressants. Niall rolled his eyes and crossed his thin arms over his chest, he didn't enjoy the thought of always being monitored of what status he identified as.

Paul glared at him through the mirror at the omega's behavior. Paul believed that even though Niall was an omega that smelt like a beta, he should still behave like an omega: submissive and timid.