Treacherous

Chapter Twenty-Three

*~*~* Niall's POV *~*~*

Amie goes flying forward, crashing through the windshield and landing on the hood of the car. With fear running through my veins and tears filling me eyes, I go to her. She sits up slowly, putting a hand to her hand and groaning softly.

"Shit, Amie. I am so sorry." She looks up at me, licking her bottom lip, which has a trickle of blood running down it. Cuts cover her neck and arms, but her face seems pretty unharmed. I look her over again, finding more bruises and scrapes everywhere.

"Mmm. It's fine," she moans, obviously in pain.

I hate it when she does this. She waves everything off as if nothing's ever wrong, when obviously it is.

"Shut it, Amie. We're not doing this right now."

She barely acknowledges me, but mumbles, "M'kay." Her bloody hands rub her temples, smearing blood all over her face.

The amount of blood on her hands astonishes me. She put her hands up to protect her face, so they got most of the damage. Ripping her hand away from her face, I examine it closely looking for deep cuts. There aren't that many deep ones, but millions of tiny ones.

She hisses when I trace my fingers over a few of them and pulls away, cradling her hands to her chest.

Before I can apologize, the paparazzi from the park are back and crowding around the busted up car. Someone in the house nearby called an ambulance, so that appears also.

The sound is deafening. Different voices shout out questions and cameras click mercilessly. Flashes blind me as I pull Amie to my chest, only to have her wince and pull back.

The questions the reporters demand answers for make more tears form, some of them falling. They all revolve around me causing the accident. This one and the plane incident. They ask if I feel guilt or remorse, and I do. But I refuse to give them the satisfaction of me giving them answers.

Amie sits in front of me on the hood of the car, her knees pressed to my stomach. The noise makes her groan louder.

"Niall," she hoarsely whispers. "My-my head." Her hand reaches up to touch her head, her eyes squint closed, when she passes out, leaning forward onto me. I catch her, but move aside when a paramedic comes and takes over.

She leans onto him, but jolts awake when he presses a certain part on her chest. She looks at the man in terror, not knowing who he is. He calms her down after a few seconds and she nods at him, putting her hands to her head again.

I don't hear anymore of their conversation because I'm sucked back into the crowd of paparazzi and fans, overwhelmed by the quantity. I cover my eyes with my hands, the blinding lights too much for my eyes to handle. Fans ask for pictures and autographs, but I politely decline, working my way back to Amie. I don't know how I got pulled away from her in the first place. Soon police show up and set up a perimeter around the car, forcing the paps and fans to stay back.

After a quick scan of my surroundings I find Amie sitting in the back of the ambulance, a paramedic shining a flashlight in her eyes. She doesn't react to the light of course. I'm guessing the paramedic didn't know, because a second later he's stammering out an apology to her.

I walk over to her after he's done bandaging her hands and examining all of the cuts and bruises on her body. I would've gone sooner, but I didn't want to disturb his work. The noise level of the atmosphere probably already messes with him.

When I get to her I run my hand over her leg, letting her know I'm here. She tenses for a second, but eases up when she finds the familiarity in my touch.

I know I should begin apologizing, but I don't know how to start. Gladly, she begins conversation.

"Don't you dare start blaming yourself for this."

Those words ignite the anger within me. "Why not, Amie? This is entirely my fault and you know it. There's no denying it."

"No," she says. "It was my fault. I was the one who didn't put my seatbelt on and I made you mad, which caused you to jam your foot on the breaks. You told me to be quiet and I didn't listen."

She is absolutely mad.

"What? You're blaming yourself because you tried to calm me down? That is an insane excuse, Amie. And you know it."

"So what if it is?" She sighs, rubbing her temples. "You blame yourself too much and it only causes you to pull away from me. I don't want that anymore."

"So what you're saying is that it is my fault." I come to that conclusion and huff, trying to avoid a fight in front of the media.

"No, Niall. That's not at all what I'm trying to say." She groans, her head probably still pounding. "Please don't fight with me right now. I just crashed through a windshield and I don't feel all that good right now." She looks towards me and glares a little, her eyes holding nothing short of annoyance.

"Sorry," I mumble, ashamed. I swear, I am so stupid. She just flew through a wall of glass and here I am provoking her to have a scream match with me.

Looking for a way to make up for my foolish behavior, I slide off the end of the ambulance and stand in front of her, taking her bandaged hands in mine.

"I'm sorry for being such a bad boyfriend all the time." She starts to interrupt, but I drop one of her hands and put a finger to her lip, keeping it there as I continue. "No one deserves to go through what you have, and I'm so sorry.

"I know that I should probably just leave you now. That way I can't hurt you anymore." She starts talking against my finger, struggling to get a word out. Her eyes hold fear as she looks up at me.

Then I finish. "But I'm too selfish to leave you. I-I know that it'd be better to leave you on your own. Let you find another man to keep you safe. B-but I can't lose you. I'm such a selfish bastard for keeping you here, because I know that all that's going to happen is you getting hurt, but I just can't do it."

I vaguely hear cameras clicking behind me as my tears fall, running heavily down my cheeks. But they're not worth acknowledging.

Amie places her forehead against mine, her hot breath hitting my lips. "I don't mind you staying. Just because you won't leave me doesn't make you selfish. It means you love me enough to stay."

I smile through my tears at her sweet words. Of course that's the way she looks at it.

"I love you," she whispers, her lips barely touching mine.

"I love you, too, Princess," I breathe. "To the edge of the universe and back."

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