Restrained

Restrained- chapter 5

Chapter 5: Amber's POV

I woke up in Niall's empty bed with all the sheets pulled over to my side of the bed. I got up and made myself look presentable before walking into the living room and found Niall watching some show.

"Oh, hey. Good morning," he said, smiling. His morning voice was pretty sexy. Oh my god, did I just think that? I need to stop, now.

"Morning," I mumbled, and sat next to him.

"So my friend has this party tonight. Would you want to come?" He asked after about a hour. I shrugged, not knowing how I'd fit at a party.

"Sure, I guess. But I'm not huge into parties," I said, mumbling the last part. Niall smiled, either at my answer or the show he was watching. Niall started bursting out laughing, and his laugh was so loud and funny I started laughing too.

"What's so funny?" I asked, laughing at him still.

"This. Show. Is. Hilarious," Niall said, catching his breath between words.

I laughed at him again, this time because the show was the stupidest show I'd ever watched, and Niall found it hilarious.

"So when's this party?" I asked after we both stopped laughing.

"Seven," he said, his eyes glued to the screen. It's eleven now, which gave me a few hours to do something. I decided to take a quick shower, leaving Niall alone in peace.

"Shit," I whispered, realizing I left my clothes in Niall's room. I grabbed a towel that barley covered anything on either sides, and ran into Niall's room. I almost screamed when I saw Niall in the room, grabbing something from his drawers. Niall's eyes widened, and after he continued to stare he smacked his hand on his mouth. I narrowed my eyes at him, pissed at his reaction.

"Can you leave?" I yelled, not wanting to stand here like this another seconds.

"Your bruises..." He says, trailing off. I looked down and realized the bruised and scratches from Mark were exposed. On my arms, legs, chest, and face. There were so many, I've lost count. There were big ones and black ones, some worse than others and all from Mark.

"Can we not talk about them please?" I mumbled, wrapping the towel around me tighter. It's funny really,if you think about it. Niall with his tattoos and me with my bruises. Tattoos and bruises.

"I'm sorry," Niall said, walking out of the room and closing the door behind him. I threw my towel off and for the first time in weeks decided to count my bruises. 1,2,3. 12,13,14. 23,24,25. 31,32,33. Thirty-three bruises combined on my body. Each one had a story behind it that was as dark as the bruise itself. I threw on a sweater and leggings, wanting to cover up my bruises. I broke down then, I had kept it in for God knows how long. I cried and cried, shoving my sleeve in my mouth so I wouldn't make noise. All of the memories of Mark came flooding back, and I couldn't deal with them anymore. I stopped after a little while, whipping my eyes. Niall quietly knocked on the door, and I got up to open it.

"Hi so I was wondering-" he started, and stopped after looking at me. Why was he always staring at me?

"You okay?" He said, his face turning serious. I nodded and turned my back to him. When I turned back around his mouth was hanging open a if he was about to say something, but he closed it, deciding otherwise.

"I'll leave," he said, walking out and closing the door behind him.

"Wait, Niall," I said, not sure of what I was going to say or do. Niall came in, and cocked an eyebrow at me.

"Sorry you had to see that."

"See what?" He asked, seeming genuinely confused.

"The bruises," I mumbled. His mouth went in an "O" shape.