Treacherous

Chapter Forty

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

Gorgeous Amie.

Those words ring around in my head as the stranger takes my hand and plants a kiss on each of my knuckles. They sound so unbelievably familiar. I smile at his sweet gesture, but don't get any added feelings towards him, and somehow I know that it's not Niall.

"How are you, beautiful?" he asks, his deep voice resonating around me. I try hard to think of who he is. I struggle to find a memory that he has taken a part of, but it's useless. I've forgotten him.

Eleanor comes behind me and tugs me back, causing my hand to fall from his lips. He chuckles before addressing Eleanor. "It's fine. We've met."

I stare at him with a blank look, searching every inch of my brain for some tiny detail that can help me figure out who he is. Eleanor starts to talk, but her words become muffled and non-understandable as a voice- one that matched this mysterious man's- says words that sound so incredibly familiar.

"A girl like you shouldn't be sitting here all alone downing drinks like this..."

"Ah, still in love with him, eh? Me too..."

"Keep your head up, gorgeous Amie. It'll get better, I promise..."

"The name's James..."

I snap back into reality after those words bounce around in my head, coming and going in mere seconds.

"James! You're James!" I shout, blushing afterwards. "Sorry. That was really loud."

"You're fine. So your friend here told me that you're having a slight memory problem...?" He says it as more of a question as if he's looking to me for reassurance. I nod.

"Yeah. It's all pretty confusing." I laugh, but gradually let it fade as he says nothing.

"So you forgot it all...?" he asks, his voice nothing short of awe and admiration.

"Yes..." I answer him, wondering what he's so amazed by.

"You don't even know how lucky you are," he says. "To be able to forget all of this pain. To be able to escape the pen of torture that so many souls have found themselves trapped in. And I don't mean this in a bad way, Amie, but I hope you never remember."

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

After those texts my head is swimming and my vision is blurring a little. Fans shout questions as to why Amie and I are no longer together, but I don't answer them. Their questions will soon be met with lies that will fill the tabloids and the World Wide Web by tomorrow.

Not really caring anymore, I stop in front of a girl with long blonde hair and a thin body. She's got little freckles adorning her nose, but I can't find them adorable like I do Amie's. She looks up at me with wide brown eyes and they're filled with adoration. I close my eyes and take a deep breath before leaning down and kissing her full on the lips, making sure to turn towards the cameras.

The screams of the fans get louder as the girl I'm kissing hyperventilates. I pull away, refraining from wiping my mouth afterwards, and pull her through the restraints that hold the rest of the fans back. She giggles in excitement, but for some reason she's not as hyped up as the rest of the fans.

She grabs a hold of my hand and squeezes it. I have the urge to yank my hand away, but that would look bad, so I continue holding her small hand in mine. The unfamiliarity of it makes me uncomfortable and my hand starts to sweat. She notices and breaks the link herself, bringing her hand back down to her side.

I look down at her in wonder, amazed at how she seems to know what I want and need. She only smiles up at me, showing her pearly white teeth. Somehow I manage to smile back, the corners of my mouth lifting up. That makes her smile wider.