Treacherous

Chapter Twenty

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

My eyes open and I sit up in a hurry, feeling my surroundings to figure out where I am. I didn't forget anything, because I still remember everything. If that makes sense.

My hands fist the soft material of sheets and I calm down, knowing that Niall put me to bed after my crazy giggle fit. My mind went fuzzy for a few minutes when that happened. I really need my sleep. If I don't get enough of it, that happens.

I laugh a little when I remember Niall's light and playful voice as he sweetly dealt with me being completely senseless. Climbing out of bed, I wave my hands around and decide that it's better to just call Eliza this time.

Cautiously, I call out, "Eliza? Do you think you can take me to Niall?"

"Of course, Amie," her computerized voice answers. There's a whirring sound next to me, and a few seconds later her robotic hand taps my shoulder. "I am ready to escort you to the desired destination."

I take her hand, which remains at the same height as my shoulder, and trust her to lead me to Niall. She proves herself worthy when Niall wraps his arms around me  from behind and plants a quick kiss on my cheek, leaning over my shoulder to get his lips to their destination.

"Eliza sure does come in handy, doesn't she?" he asks while excusing Eliza from her duty.

"Yeah, definitely. It's nice not to have to walk the whole house just to find you." Niall takes my hand from Eliza's and walks me over to the couch like a gentleman, but he sits down before me and pulls me onto his lap. 

"Mmhm," he mumbles absently. "You feeling better? Not so drugged up? Were you able to sleep it all off?" He teases consistently, causing us both to laugh.

"I wasn't high!" I whine while giggling, hitting him lightly on the arm.

"It sure seemed like it," he says. "Either that or you were drunk. I bet you'd make a hilarious drunk." He taps me on the nose and I giggle again.

"I would make a pretty hilarious drunk, wouldn't I?"

"It'd be one of the most adorable things ever." He chuckles deeply, making me move up and down with his chest.

"I'm sure it would be." Done with talking, and just missing the feeling of his lips on mine, I kiss him. He doesn't respond, so I push my lips against his harder, trying to get something out of him. It doesn't work.

Huffing, I pull away and slide down next to him, scooting away to the other side of the couch.

He sighs at the distance I put between us and calls my name out softly.

"No. You apparently don't like to touch me, let alone kiss me, so you probably like this better." I know I'm being mean considering I know why he's withdrawn himself from me, but I can't help it. I automatically get offended and close myself off. That's just how I am.

"Stop this, Amie. I'm sorry that I'm hurting you, but I'd rather cause you emotional pain rather than physical." He moves so that he's next to me again and enacts a kiss himself. I kiss back eagerly, not wanting to give him the chance to think about what he's doing. His hands cup my cheeks gently and I smile. Even though he's being cautious, it's better than nothing.

My hands wander his chest, feeling all of the toned muscles that cover him. He chuckles and lets himself relax, physically unwinding and calming down. Courage seems to hit him full on as he places his hands on my hips, pulling me back on top of him. I gladly respond and place both of my legs on either side of his waist, ignoring the aching pain that annoyingly shows up whenever I move.