Chapter 8: Niall's POV
Damn it Niall, you've done it again. You've f-cked up with the girl you just wanted to protect. I took it to far this time with beating up Conner in front of her. I'd meant to do it later, when she wasn't there or wasn't watching, but goddamn I could've killed him on the spot.
As we drove home I could tell I'd scared her. She tried to hide it though, by politely smiling at me occasionally. I know I had made her think I'm like Mark. A ruthless guy with no motivation to do anything but justice by death, or something like that.
"Amber, you don't know how sorry I am. I didn't mean for that to happen, he's just such a twat," I rambled on, occasionally looking at her. She nodded her head slightly, still staring out the window.
When we got back to the apartment I was expecting her to run out of the car and go somewhere far away from me, but she just sat there. I turned off the car and walked over to her side, opening the door for her. She didn't move though, so I unbuckled her and attempted to pick her up. She flinched when I touched her, so I sighed and let go. I was starting to get mad after a few minutes of standing there and her sitting in the car.
"Amber c'mon. Please. I'll carry you inside if I have to," I said, trying not to sound upset. She didn't say anything and she didn't move, so I had no option but to pick her up.
To say she went down kicking and screaming would be an understatement.
"LET GO OF ME! YOU'RE HARASSING ME! LET ME GO!" She screamed, throwing weak punches at my chest. I just sighed and carried her in, fumbling with the keys.
"Amber, will you please shuddup!" I hissed at her as I finally unlocked the door. To my surprise she did, only to silently sob, soaking my shirt. I carried her to my room and sat her on the bed, not sure what to do with the sobbing girl.
"Amber, Amber shh," I cooed. She looked up at me, black makeup running down her cheeks.
"It's not y-you. It's ever-one. I'm like a f-cking o-object!" She sobbed.
I sat on the bed next to her, pulling her into my chest.
"You're not an object," I whispered, laying my cheek on the top of her head. She stopped sobbing, only to make her voice hitch as she tried to breath. She looked up at me and wiped the tears and makeup off her cheeks. Amber gingerly wrapped her arms around my waist, rubbing circles into my back. She'd stopped crying completely now, and breathed deeply.
"Sing to me," Amber whispered so quietly I could hardly hear her. I chocked a bit in surprise, and I looked at her, searching for any humor in her eyes. When I found none, I sighed for what seemed like the thousandth time today.
"You really want me to sing?" I whispered. She nodded, and nuzzled her head into my chest. I haven't sang in years, before It. Before It happened. But I sang for her anyway.
"You're not her
Though I try to see you differently
I tow the line
You see, I'm searching for what used to be mine
I saw your eyes
And then I saw her staring back at me
And I will try to find another one
Who suited me as well as her
I've moved far away from you
And I want to see you here beside me, dear
But things aren't clear
When we never even tried
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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...
