Restrained

Restrained - Chapter 12

Chapter 12: Amber's POV

Chapter playlist:

•Gimme Shelter - The Rolling Stones

•Winter winds- Mumford and Sons

•You can Bring me Flowers - Ray LaMontagne

(Listen in order)

"You what?" Niall barks into the phone. What is Quinn even saying? I know they haven't really talked at all. Niall's angry expression scares me, and I won't even dare ask what Quinn is saying.

"I don't know Quinn," he says, running a hand through his hair. Nervous habits never die. I wrap my arms around his torso from behind, trying to comfort him and secretly hoping I might be able to hear what Quinn is saying.

"Just a few nights okay? Until you find a house," he says, anger leaving his voice. So, Quinn's staying here? The one time I met him he seemed like a disgusting pervert. The thought of him staying here sends chills down my spine, even if he is Niall's friend.

"Okay, bye," Niall says, hanging up and turning to face me. The most unconvincing apologetic smile glued on his face.

"Uh, Quinn and his girlfriend broke up so he's going to be staying here until he finds a house," he says so quickly I can hardly understand him. I nod and stick out my bottom lip, teasing him.

"I know you don't like Quinn, but I'll keep him away from you," he begins to whisper, taking my chin in his hand and ducking down to kiss me softy. He pulls away too quickly, and I can only hope I manage not to beg him to never stop.

"C'mon, we gotta get my stuff out of Quinn's old room," he says, picking me up from the backs of my legs and carrying me to the room. I laugh into his neck and I know he's smiling too. Niall quickly picks up his dirty clothes and throws them into his room, just in time for a knock on the door. I follow Niall, standing beside him.

"Hey!" Quinn says, smiling at Niall and at me.

"Hi," Niall mumbles, motioning for Quinn to come in.

"I didn't know you were still here," Quinn says, looking at me with a nasty smirk. I just roll my eyes at him and walk to the kitchen, letting Quinn and Niall talk.

"Don't talk to her that way," Niall growls, and I grip the counter tightly, trying to tune them out. God, this is all my fault.

"Jesus Niall, it's not like she's yours! Oh I see," Quinn says, and even from here I know he's smirking. I want to smack his smirk right off of his face.

Niall doesn't say anything back, that or he's trying to stay quiet.

"Ow!" I yell, cussing under my breath as I let go of the counter. I gripped it so hard it dug into my palms, blood coming out of the cuts. I quickly wash them under the sink and pull my sweater over my hands, hoping Niall won't notice. I somehow know he'll freak if he sees. I come back to the living room to find Quinn siting on the couch, Niall nowhere to be seen. I begin to slowly walk back to the kitchen when Quinn turns around and smiles at me.

"Amber, why don't you come watch with me? I don't bite," he said, but his smirk says otherwise. I cautiously sit as far from him on the couch as I could, crossing my legs and wrapping my arms around them. I stare at the television and refuse to look away as Quinn could be heard scooting closer to me. I froze as I could feel his heat on my arms and legs, making me shiver.

Where are you Niall? I plea in my head, hoping by some miracle he'll hear me.

Quinn slowly scoots his hand closer and closer to my thigh, but quickly puts it back in his lap when Niall starts coming into the room. I clumsily jump off of the couch and walk over to Niall's side, pathetically clinging onto his side.