Treacherous

Chapter Thirty-Four

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

My throat practically closes up all the way, threatening to stop my breathing, as I read over the text again and again. Soon another one appears.

From: Unknown Number

Well? I'm waiting. Might as well pop some popcorn and sit back while the show plays out, huh?

My hand clenches around the small device, my teeth grinding together in anger. I shouldn't be asked to do this. If she was a decent human being I would never be forced to do this.

But that's the thing, isn't it? I'm not being forced. She lets me make my own decisions, but if I go against her wishes it ends bad for Amie, and she knows that I will never let anything hurt her.

Anything other than myself.

I stand up and start walking over to her, scaling against the wall to help keep my balance. My legs are so incredibly weak from not eating, and just because I have to talk to her again. I'm dreading this. And if I ever find the person responsible for the pain that has been placed on Amie and I, I will end them.

Sooner than I would've liked, the wall runs out and I have to peel myself off of the sturdy structure to take wobbly steps towards her.

But before I get even halfway to my destination the collar of my shirt is bunched into someone's hand, and I'm dragged back over to the wall. Suddenly my back meets the wall harshly.

"What the hell was that for?" I ask the stranger, pissed off at whoever the hell it is. I need to talk to her. I was ordered to. If I don't, who knows what will happen.

It's when the person steps in front of me that I realize it's not a stranger. It's Louis.

"That was for walking over there. Although for things you've done in the past I should be smashing your face in." Louis has never talked to me like this before. We were always buds that laughed at everything together. Of course things are different now, though. Why did I expect that it would be the same after what I did?

"Yeah, yeah." I brush his comment off like it was nothing and push his hand off of me, dusting my shoulder off afterwards.

"I still can't believe you did that. You loved her." I still do, but I can't possibly say that.

"My taste changed," I say nonchalantly.

"I don't believe that," he growls at me, crossing his arms over his chest.

"Believe what you want. I'm telling the truth." No, I'm not.

His eyes bore into mine, searching for any sign of me lying. I try my best to look natural, and I've found that the best way to do that is to clear my mind. Leave it completely blank.

It works. He looks at me skeptically before pointedly asking, "So, what is your type now?"

"I don't know. Not her." False. I love everything about her and I would never change a thing.

"Explain," he requests, not backing down from his earlier prediction of me still loving Amie.

"Well, for starters, I like girls who actually have hair. Two, I don't like my girls to look anorexic." I hate every single word that comes out of my mouth. None of it it true. I love her exactly the way she is, and I never want her to change.

Anger floods Louis' eyes and soon he's yelling at me, obviously not caring about the many worried looks we receive. "What the f*ck is wrong with you?! You're the one that f*cking did that to her! You dont have the right to say that shes not absolutely f*cking gorgeous, because she is! She's super skinny because she hasn't eaten really anything these past few weeks because YOU broke her heart!