Treacherous

Chapter Eleven

*~*~* Amie's POV *~*~*

My eyes flutter open to yet again be met with my endless nighttime. I take a deep breath, trying to control my pounding headache, yet failing in my attempt to do so. I squint my eyes closed, straining to make the pain go away, but it doesn't happen. It only makes it worse. Giving up on it entirely, I sigh deeply before inhaling, getting the oxygen back in my lungs. As I take in the air through my nose I smell a faint scent of Armani Mania cologne; Niall's cologne.

I smile as I recall him calming me from my distraught state last night. Everything had been going so well, and then I had to ruin it. Last night was the first night I had actually broken down during this whole charade. I've been strong, not letting anyone see how much all of this scares me, but last night I lost it. It was impossible to hold it in anymore, so I let it out.

Choosing not to dwell on that too long I decide to muse over the enjoyable events of last night. Since I can't see, Danielle and Eleanor told me what was taking place in the room as it happened. Remembering how Eleanor described Liam's jello covered face last night makes me laugh, which in turn wakes Niall.

"You okay babe?" he hoarsely whispers, his morning voice showing, which I can't help but find incredibly sexy. His Irish accent only adds to it more.

"Yeah. I'm fine. Go back to sleep," I hush him, petting his hair as he digs his face into the crook of my neck, his warm breath washing over me.

He doesn't resist as he mumbles, "M'kay," and falls back into his land of dreams.

I smile as I try to imagine how he looks. His hair will probably be all messed up and sticking in every direction, and his long eyelashes will be causing thin shadows to cast out along his cheeks. Since he hasn't been eating his cheeks hollowed out. The notion makes me sick, but I throw this concept into the idea of imagining him. When I've finally pieced it all together I smile. I still miss actually seeing him, but this is okay. I can live with this; only imagining him. Actually seeing him would be one of the best things ever, but this will have to do.

My smile stays while I listen to Niall breathing deeply in my ear. Hearing that makes my heart leap, because without me putting my life out there I might not have ever heard this blissful sound again. I don't think I could bear not being able to feel the beat of Niall's heart when we're pressed against each other. Knowing that the familiar sound of him inhaling and exhaling as he lies next to me was saved due to me causes a content feeling to wash over me.

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I'm guessing that it's an hour or two later that Niall wakes up all the way, and I'm glad. Sitting here was getting boring, especially when I was basically alone with Niall sleeping and all.

"Morning, Princess." He starts to kiss me slowly and passionately, something I've missed. The kisses we've shared recently have been quick and simple, and I don't like them as much. Trust me, they're still wonderful, but not the same. I've been feeling him pull away from me lately and I hate it.

I know the reason behind it is that he doesn't think he's good enough for me, that all he does is hurt me. None of that is true though. He's so much better than me, and it's me that doesn't deserve him. It doesn't matter what the world decides to throw at me; at us, he's always there for me, watching out for me and trying his best to prevent me from harm. There are going to be times that I do get hurt though. He can't possibly protect me from everything, but he thinks he can.

No matter how hard he tries though, pain will find me somehow. It's just how the world works. No one can escape pain for forever.

Remembering that Niall's lips are still on mine I kiss back eagerly, glad he moved past trying to avoid contact with me. He smiles into our kiss as he notices my enthusiasm, obviously enjoying getting this reaction out of me as soon as he wakes up. So far it's been a pretty good day. I'm just hoping that nothing ruins it. With the way our luck has been going I wouldn't doubt that something horrible will end up happening. If not, then I'll thank God that we had one peaceful day. We've been in desperate search of one for a while.