Treacherous

Chapter Eighteen

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

Niall sits down on the couch next to me, the cushion sagging under his weight. Neither of us say anything for a few minutes, and I bite me nails in anticipation, wondering if I should be the first one to say something.

Right when I open my mouth to apologize, Niall speaks.

"Look, Amie. I'm sorry for everything I said. I was being stupid and irrational and mean and a lot of other bad things, and you don't deserve to be yelled at like that."

My nerves calm at his words. I was afraid he'd want to call it off after that fight. The way he yelled at me made me feel worthless and small. He'd never yelled at me like that before. Ever.

"It's just that after you got hurt, I've been trying to protect you more from everything. I don't want anything like that ever happening again. I don't want you to get hurt. But then I found out that I had hurt you, and I just went off. I'm so sorry, Amie. It won't ever happen again, I promise."

I take a few minutes to sort of plan out what to say in my head so I don't make another mess, but Niall takes it a different way. His breath becomes shallower and I hear him sniffling a little. He's crying. Before I can say anything, he's talking again. This time his voice is raw and hoarse.

"Amie, Princess, I'm sorry for what I said. I'd take it all back if I could. But I can't. I need you to say something- anything. Please forgive me. Please." My hands move to cover his, which are balled into fists and shaking.

Finally able to move my mouth, I say, "Of course, Niall. It's partly my fault anyway. I just need you to stop and take care of yourself sometimes instead of me."

He doesn't say anything, which worries me, but soon his lips are covering mine, and I know all is forgiven. He doesn't touch any of me except my lips, and I know that for a little while he won't want to touch me, in fear that he'll hurt me again. But with a little convincing he'll have those gentle hands wandering my body again. You can only resist this for a short amount of time.

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 "This is ridiculous," Niall complains as he wanders around the house with a blindfold on. We got bored and Niall decided that he wanted to see how I felt. This is the result.

"It sure is. And this is what I go through everyday," I reply, walking beside him with my hand just barely touching the wall. "I honestly don't even know where we are."

"Well I don't either. It's enough trouble having one blind in the house, but two? That's something set up for disaster." He stumbles over something and falls to the ground next to me while I laugh. I'm such a mean girlfriend, but by the sound of his giggle I'd say he's okay.

"Ready to give up yet?" I taunt while helping him up.

"Nope. I'm going to try and stay like this for at least an hour."

"If you survive that long," I tease as he again trips over something neither of us can see.

"Why is this so damn hard?" he asks while standing up again.

I giggle and say, "That's what she said."

He bops me lightly upside the head and laughs with me. "Look at you, stealing my line."

He's right. I never was a big fan of all those dirty jokes, and I'm still not. But here I am, saying 'that's what she said', and it actually makes sense for once.

We keep walking around for a few minutes before I get too tired to keep moving. Niall, who was upset with his performance, ripped his blindfold off and stomped on it, threatening to burn it later. Then he picked me up and carried us into our room. He was careful with me, of course. Making sure not to touch any of me except what was necessary.