Restrained

Restrained - Chapter 17

Chapter 17: Niall's POV

"This is my last night of freedom Niall. Stop being a Pussy and come with me," Quinn begs when he tells me about yet another party tonight. Really, a party on a Monday night? What the f-ck is wrong with these people?

"I have work tomorrow," I say to him, and walk out of the room. Quinn follows me, and begins to beg like a child.

"C'mon Niall, please, please, please?" He says, exaggerating by clasping his palms together.

"F-ck! Okay I'll come dammit," I say, as the word 'please' is repeated almost two dozen times. Quinn goofily grins and attempts to skip to his room. He's moving back in with Layla tomorrow, although I still don't know why. I'm just crossing my fingers and hoping neither of them cheat on each other again. I don't think I can handle any more of Quinn. Friend or not, he's still obnoxious.

"We're already late, so have your arse ready in ten minutes!" He yells, and I slam my bedroom door shut. I change out of my boxers and put on my typical white t-shirt and jeans, not really caring about anything else. I'm outside in two minutes, so as I wait for Quinn's prissy self to be ready, I check my phone. I have at least ten missed calls and texts from my friends, all of them asking if I'm coming to the party tonight. I decide to reply to Liam with a simple 'yeah.' He texts back immediately, almost so fast I'm freaked out by it.

Liam Payne: We r all ging to be ther so get here soon.

His horrible grammar makes me want to cringe, although I've learned to get used to it. I'm not sure who he means by everyone. Probably Zayn, Harry and Louis, and a few of those girls that always seem to show up.

After waiting for ten minutes, I click on the t.v. and watch some stupid sitcom. Once that episode is over, I start getting annoyed at Quinn. If in going to go, I might as well get it over with.

"QUINN GET YOUR PRISSY ARSE IN HERE!" I yell at the top of my lungs, hoping to scare him a little.

"Shuddup!" He yells back, and I roll my eyes, turning back to the television to watch the next episode. He comes out soon later, looking no different than he did earlier.

"What the hell took you so long?" I ask him, slapping my arms at my sides. He dramatically points to his hair, which I see nothing different about. I just sigh and grab my keys off the kitchen counter, hoping Quinn follows. He does, and we both climb into the car. He's barely In his seat by the time I speed off and away from the street.

"Sh-t. Where is this anyway?" I ask him, though I'm already on the freeway, and I could be going the completely wrong way. We end up needing to turn around completely, as I was going to the complete opposite direction.

Twenty minutes later we're still figuring out how to turn around. My phone buzzing madly, and after dismissing it several times I'm starting to get pissed.

"Answer that would you," I ask Quinn, and he gladly does.

"Liam? Yeah we're coming we're just lost. No f-cking way! Yes I remember her! I don't know, in like thirty minutes. Okay bye. Yes I'll tell him. bye!" He yells into the phone, and I wish I would've put him on speaker.

"What did he say?" I ask, hating sounding noisy, but Quinn certainly sounded interested. Quinn did say he would tell me, that is if he was referring to me.

"Ah nothing. Just asking if we were coming," he says, but I know he's hiding something. Damn, I sound like some clingy girlfriend. I don't push on, just focus on where I'm driving. And sure enough, thirty minutes later I'm pulling into a car packed street. It's obvious which house the parties at, so I park far down the street and we begin to walk towards it. It's the typical scene, and I find myself getting aggravated at the idea of spending my night like this when I could be sleeping. After walking almost a block we get to the house, and cut through the yard infested with drunks. I don't pay much attention to what's going on, I just follow Quinn through the crowd. He stops walking while I'm looking down at my feet, and I end up bumping into him.

"You almost made me spill my beer!" Quinn yells at me, but I just flip him off and continue following him. He stops once we get to the living room, and I think my heart stops for a second.

Ambers sitting in the chair in front of me, her back to me. She's laughing with all of my friends, ones I meant to keep away from her. God knows what stories they'll tell about me. I know she'll see me any second, and will be angry if she thinks I'm avoiding her. After debating it, I decide I might as well say hi. All of my friends have noticed me already anyway.

"Hi Amber," I say, and she snaps her neck back to face me. She looks surprised, definitely. I see her search frantically around me, and a look of relief wash over her face as she only finds Quinn standing next to me.

"Hi. I've met your friends," She says, with one of the most fake smiles I've ever seen plastered on her face.

"Niall!" Harry says excitedly when he sees me. Jesus Christ that boy needs to stop smiling for one second. I smile back at him though, knowing He means nothing bad about it. Everyone else says hello, just less excited than Harry. I end up sitting in between Natalie and Louis, leaving Quinn searching for a spot and Amber glaring at me from the corner of her eye.

"Who wants to play a game?" Liam says, getting a mix between groans and excited replies.

"Let's get this over with," Zayn says, grunting as he gets off of the couch and onto the floor.

"This is such sh-t," Quinn says as almost everyone is already on the floor. Quinn, Amber, Alana and I are still sitting in our seats.

"C'mon guys," Louis says, patting the floor next to him.

"One round of one game," I say with a sigh, siting next to Louis on the couch. These aren't fun and never turn out well, why am I even playing?

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