WARNING:
I just want to remind you all that the boys are extremely was overbearing. They may do some things in this chapter that you do not agree with. That's fine. But I don't need you commenting to tell me how wrong it is. They are going to be like this the whole story so if you feel uncomfortable with the rules and things they say then I wouldn't continue reading this story.
For those who don't mind them being over bearing and possessive...enjoy! :)
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"No absolutely not."
"What's wrong with this one?" I sighed, looking at the article of clothing I held in my hand. "You said the last one was too tight, the one before that was too loose and showing skin and now you're turning down this one. I'm running out of options here." I groaned, hanging the white and black striped shirt back in the closet. Since I stayed with the boys more than at my own dorm, they left me a small portion of space for my clothes. Most of my stuff was still in my dorm with Grey, but I might as well just bring it all here since I practically live here.
"What do you mean what's wrong with it? It's see through. No." Zayn growled, crossing his arms over his chest as leaned back on the bed.
"Zayn, you can't just veto everything I choose! This is going to take all night!" I cried in exasperation, throwing my hands up. "I have to leave in," I looked across the room to the alarm clock resting on the night stand. The numbers 9:47pm flashed brightly. "Jemiah's supposed to be here at 10!"
"Well this would go a lot faster if you just let me pick out your outfit myself." He shrugged, looking as calm as ever while I was freaking out. "We agreed that if I had a say on your outfit, we would let just Jemiah drive you to the club." My eyes narrowed at his words, a frustrated huff leaving my lips.
"Fine." I spat, my face red in annoyance. "You pick it. I have to leave soon and I can't take you denying everything anymore." I stomped over to the bed and plopped down, watching him excitedly stand up and start shuffling through my clothes.
I shook my head at his antics, turning my face to the door when I heard it creak open. "Hey, Jemiah's in the living room." Louis informed, smiling at me which I would have returned if it weren't for how frustrated I was. My lack of response made him frown, quickly walking into the room and kneeling next to my steaming frame. "What's wrong, pumpkin?"
"Ask him." I seethed, jutting my chin in Zayn's direction where he seemed pretty happy with himself.
Louis looked more confused as he looked between the two of us. After a few seconds, however, he seemed to understand. "You're upset because Zayn's picking your outfit? You were the one who made the deal!" He reminded, a little taken aback by my fury.
"Yes I made it but I didn't think he would be this infuriating! He denied every outfit I pulled out and he won't let me wear my favourite pair of jeans." I explained, my eyes wandering over to the shirt Zayn was holding up to a pair of pants to see if they matched. I rolled my eyes at the site of the thick black turtleneck he picked out, along with some grey washed jeans that were one of my few loose pairs.
"You're favourite pair of jeans have rips along the legs! Showing way too much skin." He pointed out uninterestedly, laying the two articles of clothing on the bed, after he deemed them appropriate.
"Are you my father?" I hissed, picking up the sweater laid beside me. "I can't wear this!" I shook my head, throwing the thing back where it was. "It's a night club. I'd die of over heating if I wore this."
"Well then I guess the only solution is for you not to go." He shrugged, crossing his arms over his chest while staring me down.
I shot up immediately, shoving at his chest much to his shock, "Why are you being like this?!" I cried, my voice cracking. "You promised me you would try to compromise and that - " I pointed to the outfit lying on the bed, "is not compromising! That is you trying to cover me up because you think I'm going to attract attention if I show even the littlest amount of skin! You are not my father and I will not allow any of you to tell me what I can and can't wear. I already am being stalked everywhere I go, I have a bedtime, I'm being told what to eat, where I can sleep...you guys have to stop being so controlling!" My shoulders were shaking by the time I finished, my body loosening as I released my emotions. I expected Zayn to be surprised and taken aback, but much to my confusion, his face remained emotionless.
I shifted my eyes briefly to see Louis sporting the same look as Zayn, though I did see a hint of surprise on his face at my courage. I held my breath as the seconds seemed to tick by with no one saying anything. I was almost going to open my mouth again when a firm hand suddenly grasped my chin. I gasped at the unexpected touch, my hands instinctively flying up to grasp onto his fingers. His hold wasn't suffocating, but it was firm enough to remind me it was there.
"Let me be very clear." Zayn's voice started, making me almost shake at how calm his tone was. "Until you are wearing my mark on your neck, I will do everything in my power to ensure you are sheltered away from any Alphas who think they can take what's mine. You knew as soon as you stepped foot into this University that we are known to be quite possessive about the ones we love." I whimpered slightly, my Omega pushing forward at the words of it's Alpha. "There is a reason people spread rumours, my love. We are possessive and we are protective, but only in the best interest of you. We've seen what this world is like - seen how cruel it can be - and we'd be damned if we ever let you experience it. Now, you may be overwhelmed, we understand that. But know that there is no escape from us. We will not hesitate to hurt anyone who tries to take you from us."
My eyes stayed wide as my mind tried to process what he was saying. No matter how many times I hear it from them or anyone else, it will never sink in that they are my mates. How did I end up being the one with four mates? Of course I'm grateful for them but even I need space every once in a while. I fear I may go insane if I'm under their constant control with no room to breathe forever. "Please." I finally whispered, daring to meet Zayn's glowing eyes. His grasp was still firm on my chin, keeping my head in place while his face remained emotionless. "You can't keep me locked up in a box forever."
He pursed his lips at my words, his eyes boring so deep into my own that I felt like I was going into a trance. Briefly, his eyes flickered behind me, mentally saying something to Louis. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't look away from Zayn's face, even when I heard Louis quietly leave the room.
Zayn's eyes met my own once again, the bright hazel colour fading in and out of his Alpha red. "You're mine." He murmured, his thumb sliding along my bottom lip. I nodded once, still in a daze as my lips parted. "Say it." He ordered softly, his thumb continuing to brush my lip as his other hand came up to cradle the left side of my face.
I gulped, my vision blurred because of the intense emotion suffocating the room. "I'm yours." I whispered, barely audibly, though I knew he heard it.
As soon as the words left my mouth, his face leapt forward, smashing into my own. I gasped at the contact, both my hands reaching up to grasp the ones he kept on my face to keep me steady. His hands controlled the motion of my face, tilting it to the side so he could delve further into my mouth.
I whimpered at the feel of his teeth nipping at my bottom lip, my knees trembling. He growled into my mouth, parting my lips with his tongue and diving in to explore the cavity. I moaned as his tongue skillfully licked its way around my mouth, as if savouring the taste.
It was only when we were both experiencing the loss of breath that he pulled back, a string of saliva connecting our lips until it broke. I gulped, my throat dry and my eyes blown wide as I stared up at him.
His fingers gently carded through my hair, the look in his eyes so loving that it made my heart squeeze in my chest. "I've been wanting to do that since the moment you walked into Bobby's office." I blushed at the memory, remembering how he crowded me against the wall and made me promise to not run away. To think how how we've come since that. I went from running away from them to sleeping in their bad, now even kissing one of them.
I swallowed thickly, my cheeks reddening as I thought about what we just did. The butterflies were still fluttering in my stomach and my knees were still shaking, about ready to collapse. "You kissed me." I stated, more to myself then him. It was so obvious yet I still couldn't believe it. He was him and I was...me.
"I did." He confirmed, chuckle softly as his thumbs ran along my cheekbones. "And I'm about to do it again."
My brows furrowed, my head tilting back up to meet his eyes. Before I could even questions what he meant, his lips were back on mine. I could feel his smile through the kiss, triggering me to let out a shy smile as well. This kiss was much softer than the first one. The first one was rough and dominating, as if he had to make sure I didn't turn away. He had to ensure he could stake his claim on me without me pulling away. This kiss was much more gentle. His fingers were caressing me instead of forcing my head to turn this way and that so he could get deeper into my mouth.
I've decided I enjoy both types of kisses. Though I am curious as to how the other boys kiss now.
"You're so beautiful." My eyes opened, not even having noticed that he pulled away. "My beautiful little Omega." I blushed, a small giggle leaving my lips at the compliment. I'm still not used to all the compliments. "You're so perfect...and all mine." He murmured, as if saying it confirmed it, setting it in stone so that it could never be changed.
"What about the other three? I'm theirs as well." I pointed out, making him look down at me.
"Yes." He agreed, nodding his head. "We share but even then, you're still mine."
I laughed, nodding to say I understood. We were quiet for a moment, before an idea struck me. "I am yours..." I began, making his narrow his eyes at my tone. "So you know that even if I wear a shirt that maybe shows a little skin...I'll still be yours." I bit my lip, peaking up at him with my most convincing eyes.
His eyes darkened, "The answers still no Harry. You will wear the outfit I picked out for you or you're not going. I told you, until my mark is on your shoulder, you are not going to be wearing anything that exposes you. It's as if you're inviting an Alpha to come and stake his claim on what's ours."
I sighed, looking down defeated, "Fine." I watched as his smiled triumphantly, releasing my face and stepping back.
"Good boy. Now, I'm going to go greet Jemiah and lay down the rules for how tonight's going to go." My face flushed at his words. I stayed still as his feet left my vision and I heard the door open and close.
I released another agitated sigh, casting a distasteful glance at the outfit still laying on the bed. I rolled my eyes as I picked it up, shaking my head. I paused, a weird tingle passing by my lips, causing me to bring a hand up to touch them. A blush quickly formed on my lips as I recalled Zayn's soft plump ones on my own. Without knowing it, a smile settled on my lips.
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"Well don't you look gorgeous." My face grew hot as I stepped into the kitchen, all eyes turning to me. It was Niall who said it I discovered.
"I told you." Zayn smirked, sipping at the beer bottle in his hand.
I looked away, not in the mood to respond to any of them. "Hi Jemiah." I greeted him, making him smile back at me. "Ready to go?"
"Ready if you are." He chuckled, lifting himself from the bar stool and shrugging on the jacket he hooked over the back of it.
"Remember, a text every hour." Louis reminded me, pulling me into a hug as I began to walk out of the room.
"Yes how could I forget when you all remind me every second." I pointed out sassily, rolling my eyes. A squeak left my lips as I felt his hand come down on my butt, leaving a burning sensation behind. "Louis!" I hissed in embarrassment, quickly looking behind me to see if Jemiah saw. Luckily he was talking intensely to Liam. "Don't do that!" I pushed at his chest but his arms were like steel around me, keeping me plastered to him.
"Well then don't roll your eyes at me." He smirked, finally releasing me. I growled at him but it just made him laugh, kissing my flaming cheek before walking to talk to Jemiah as well.
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"You made it!" Rhys squealed, running over to me once I entered the bar. His arms flew around me, pulling me in for a big hug. "You're late I didn't think you were gonna show. Thought you got sidetracked." He winked at me making me flush at what he was insinuating.
"No!" I squeaked, pushing his chest. "I had an outfit crisis." I murmured making him look me over.
He let out a low whistle, "You look hot." He commented, smiling at me. "But you're gonna bake in all these layers."
I nodded, not wanting to get into it after how long I spent trying to convince Zayn that. "Tell that to my overbearing mates."
"H! It's so good to see you." Greyson came up behind Rhys, reaching over to try and give me a hug. I jumped away last minute, making him frown. I couldn't have his scent on me or else the boys with know I lied.
"Sorry, long story." I muttered, making him nod reluctantly, seeming to understand. I followed the two of them over to the bar, ordering a drink as soon as I got there.
I sipped at it as I slipped on to the bar stool, my face screwing up at the taste. I don't even like alcohol.
"Oh Harry I love this song!" Rhys screamed, grabbing my arm and pulling me on to the dance floor. My eyes widened as we become lost in the sea of sweaty people. When we were near the centre of the floor, Rhys released me. It seems he stopped at a spot where Grey could still watch him from the bar. I sighed, looking around until my eyes spotted Jemiah sitting in a corner, his eyes never leaving mine. So much for pretending he wasn't there. I could practically feel his eyes burning into me.
I simply turned my attention back to Rhys, intent on ignoring the eyes of Jemiah. I was going to have fun tonight. For all I know this could be last time I'm allowed to be out on my own. I was going to enjoy this.
With that thought in mind I started grinding my body with Rhys', his and mine giggles drowning in with the pounding music. Eventually we stumbled our way to the bar and did a couple shots, even convincing Grey to join in one. I was rapidly becoming tipsy, not drunk, but I definitely surpassed the limit the boys gave me for the amount of drinks I could have. But who's counting really, I'll just down some water before returning to the dorm.
Greyson stopped the shots after that, not wanting us to get too out of control. Rhys and I rolled out eyes, each of us grabbing one of his arms and dragging him to the dance floor. He tried to pull away at the start but eventually when Rhys spun around and shimmied his ass against him, he gave in. I laughed as the Alpha grabbed his Omegas hips, controlling the movement. The action made me think of my Alphas and how if they were here they'd be doing the same thing to me.
I bit my lip, the alcohol taking it's toll on me. I didn't even notice the strange hands on my hips, pulling me back against them. I giggled, lost in my dream world where I was in a happy place with my Alphas. Unconsciously I was grinding with the stranger, picturing him as one of the boys. Okay...so maybe I was more than a little tipsy.
The music started to get louder and the stomping on the dance floor began to sound as if someone was banging a drum in my ear. The hands on my waist seemed to dip lower and lower, moving my hips on his own.
And then it stopped.
The music, the hands, the stomping of the feet. Everything grew silent.
My eyes lulled open, confusing me because I hadn't even noticed they closed in the first place. Everyone that was once dancing was now frozen on the floor, their mouths gaped and their eyes wide. I furrowed my brows, turning around to meet the eyes of an Alpha I somehow recognized. I didn't know where I had seen him before...maybe a class?
Though that's not what made me freeze in my spot. It was the four very angry looking Alphas on the DJ platform, their eyes searching the crowd until they landed on me. And then they wandered to the hands still on my hips. I gulped, their frames turning fuzzy as the alcohol hit.
Oh fuck.
I'm in such deep shit.
Black dots started covering my vision, and I knew what was coming next. I suddenly hear four pairs of feet coming towards me. The hands caught me as I collapsed.
I fainted.
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A/N:
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