Restrained

Restrained- Chapter 7

Chapter 7: Ambers POV

I'll be the first to admit I lied. Macy and I didn't actually fight;

I wanted to stay with Niall. There was so much more I longed to know about him. From his tattoos to his personality down to his past. He knew way more about me than I prefer; which I unwillingly told him, or coincidentally, he told me. Out of all the mysterious things about him that interest me, the thing I want to know the most is the reason behind his tattoos. I've thought an awful lot about them, more than I wish I had. Sure, they could be no more than a bad ass ego boost, but I'd like to believe otherwise. I was thinking about this while I sat on the couch watching the morning news.

"I need a nickname for you," Niall said randomly as he walked into the living room. I raised my eyebrows, wondering why I would possibly need a nickname and why Niall, of all people, would be the person to give me one.

"Your name doesn't exactly leave room for any possible nicknames, so I'll have to think of one," he said to no one in particular.

"Yours does though!" I say excitedly, maybe even proud I had thought about it. Niall cocked and eyebrow and shifted his body so he was facing me.

"Ni. Yeah that could be your nickname," I said and repeated it out loud. Ni.Ni. Ni. Ni. Ni. I looked at Niall and his mouth was turned slightly to the right, as if he was trying to restrain a smile.

"Sure, yeah I like that I guess. Now I need to out-wit your nickname," he said before awkwardly patting my shoulder and walking to the kitchen.

(Which I can proudly say was cleaned by me last night, along with the rest of the house). The phone rang and Niall picked it up on the third ring, and talked quietly

"Okay. Yeah. Yeah, thanks. No sir. Okay thanks, bye," he said before hanging up and walking back to me.

I gestured for him to tell me who and why and what.

"That was officer Nicklson. So there wasn't enough evidence to make Mark anything more than a suspect. If we wanted to sue him or try him we would need a lawyer, which we would have to pay for. Nonetheless, I told him to drop the case. The house is fine so there's no point. Plus you didn't want the police involved or some sh-t." Niall said, awkwardly running his hand through his hair. I was relieved, to be honest. I hate cops, and like Niall said, there's no point. If Mark is found not guilty if we try him he's just come back to murder me.

"Uh, thanks?" I said, not sure if he was wanting an apology or for me to acknowledge his greatness.

"You confuse me, nicknameless Amber," Niall said, no humor in his voice.

"Sorry, I'll slow down next time," I said sarcastically. I sighed and stared at him. He was staring at his hands, which he must've been squeezing as hard as he possible could because his knuckles were practically white.

"Niall are yo-" I started, but was cut off by Niall's lips crashing into mine. I'm surprised, to say the least.

His lips were soft and warm, and tasted slightly of mint toothpaste and smelled of smoke. He leaned into me harder, more demanding of my attention. I kissed him back and ran my fingers through his soft hair. Niall smiled into the kiss and turned his head before pressing his body onto mine. He gently put one hand onto my cheek and the other on my hip.

He was so gentle with everything he did. From the way he kissed me to the way his hands touch my face. I slipped my hands under his shirt, pressing my palms flat into his chest.

Niall was so different from Mark. Hell, any man I've ever dated. He was gentle, as if scared he would break me. Any man I'd ever dated would care nothing but to pleasure their self.