Chapter 4: Niall's POV
I woke up a bit confused, only to remember last nights events. I put on some shorts and walked to the kitchen to make myself breakfast. I thought about waking Amber, but decided otherwise. I made myself a bagel and watched football. Last night was incredibly crazy. A girl, who seems to hate me and everything about me, is now staying in my apartment. I heard little footsteps pad into the kitchen and saw Amber, who was still only wearing my shirt.
"Morning," she mumbled, sitting across from me. I didn't look away from the t.v screen, my team was playing today. Amber coughed and I rolled my eyes, turning my head towards her.
"What?" I asked, snapping at her.
"I said good morning." She said. I just stared at her, wondering what she had against me. We had a stare off of sorts, neither of us backing away.
"AND, AND, GOAAAAAAAL FOR MANCHESTER UNITED!" The reporter on the t.v says, and I missed the whole thing because I was staring at Amber.
"Well damn," I said, not wanting to yell at her. I got up and put my plate away before walking to my room. I just missed what was probably the winning goal because of Amber. I still don't understand why she doesn't like me. I don't mind her to be honest, but the way she acts towards me pisses me off. After about a hour or so Amber quietly knocked on my door.
"Yeah come in," I said, not knowing what she could possibly want. She slowly opened the door and walked in, sitting on the edge of my bed.
"Do you think I could go and get some clothes?" She asked, and I realized she was still only wearing my shirt.
"How would we do that?" I asked. I thought the whole reason she was here was because she couldn't go home.
"Well, Mark is either passed out drunk, or I'll have to go buy some." She said, pulling the shirt down farther.
"Or, you could just wear my clothes." I said, pretending to act offended.
She rolled her eyes and started to leave. I grabbed her wrist and she sat back down.
"I'm kidding. We can go get you some clothes later or something." I groaned, not wanting to go clothes shopping for a girl.
"Thanks. I'm uh, sorry for the football thing." She said, and I smiled. She, to my surprise, smiled back.
"You're pretty when you smile." I said before thinking. She stared at me, her smile fading. I just looked down at my lap, cursing at myself for making it awkward again.
"Thanks," she said a minute or two after.
"So the request is clothes?" I said, getting up from the bed. Amber nodded and stayed on the bed.
"Do you have money with you?" I asked, refusing to pay. Yeah, yeah I know a guy should pay, but this is for clothes and I have clothes she could wear.
"Yeah I had money in my jean pockets before I left," she said, walking to my room and coming back with cash in her hand.
"Then let's get ready and go," I sighed, wanting to get it over with.
We went to so many stores. So. Many. Fucking.Stores. Amber would come out with a shirt or pants or shorts asking me if it looked good on her. Every damn time she looked pretty sexy in it, I can't lie. But really, all this for a few outfits, and however long she'd be at my apartment? I sighed in relief as she payed for the last thing. I'm surprised she had enough for all of these clothes.
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We drove back to my apartment and Amber changed into something she just bought.
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Restrained
FanfictionAmber remembers nothing that happened that Sunday night. But when she meets Niall Horan he says he was there. Amber wants nothing to do with Niall. She doesn't like him, and she barley tolerates him. When Niall pushes himself in her life, will Amber...
