Falling Famous

Settle

I looked at Niall. We had been talking for hours. I sat and stared into his eyes.

"I love you Ni, in a friend way." I said cocking my head. He licked his lips.

"I love you too. You know I'll keep you safe. No matter what." He said seriously. I looked down. I felt his soft fingers on my cheek. He hooked his fingers under my chin and lifted it so he could see me. His eyes were delicate. Niall moved his head forward, his lips brushed mine. I jumped away.

"No." I said.

"Sorry." Niall said quickly. I could see the pain and sorrow in his eyes.

"Fuck." I said collapsing onto the ground.

"What?" he said running to me. I held my knees to my chest and cried.

"Talk to me." he said rubbing my back.

"I can't love you." I said crying.

"Why?" he asked getting closer.

"I can't trust anyone. What if you turn into Jake? You would hurt me." I said softly.

"I would never." he said holding me. I looked over at him.

"Thank you." I said getting up. Niall got up as well. I warped my arms around him. Niall kissed the top of my head. I wiped my eyes.

"You have to stop crying and smile more." He said smiling at me. I looked into his deep blue eyes again.

I put my hands on his shoulders and went on my tip toes. I touched his lips with mine. I moved my lips more, his moving in sync. I moved Niall to the bed and pushed him onto it. Honestly, when I was with him I forget everything. The consequences are gone.

He moved under me. His head moved into a more comfortable position and connected his lips with mine. He licked my bottom lip, asking for entrance to my mouth. I gladly opened it. Niall's tongue entered. I ran my hand in his hair.

"Amber!" I hear my dad yell. I quickly jumped up from my bed.

"What is he doing here? Didn't I sat he shouldn't be here?!" he said sharply. I stumbled with words.

"Dad, I promise I didn't mean to." I said to him.

"Sir, it isn't her fault. I came over and she didn't tell me to. It was me who kissed her as well." He said stepping forward. He sounded way too elegant.

"Well then, don't do it again. You need to take a break from each other." My father said.

"You don't understand, he saved my life. He knocked the knife from Jake's hand." I pleaded to my father.

"No." he looked over at Niall. "Leave."

Niall nodded and walked out of my room. A couple moments later I heard the front door close.

"Father, I'm 20. I can make my own decisions." I said turning away from him.

"Last time you made a relationship decision, you were cheated on and abused." He said back.

"I trust Niall." I spat back.

"Why? He climbs through your window and makes out with you! How is that trustworthy?" He said to me.

"You don't know anything dad! Before that we were talking for hours. He's my best friend ok?" I said stepping closer to my father.

"I don't want to see him." He said back.

"Make a deal, he doesn't come in my room, only the basement and living room?" I offers.

"Fine." He said sighing. I smiled.

"Thank you dad." I said hugging him.

As soon as he left I sat down at my desk. I grabbed out a pen and my writing journal. It was the journal I had wrote every one of my songs in. I took the pen to the paper. (Real song is Really Don't Care by Demi Lovato)

You wanna play, you wanna stay, you wanna have it all. I wrote down. I sang it in my head and continued.

You started messing with my head until I hit a wall

Maybe I should've known, maybe I should've known

That you would walk, you would walk out the door.

I frowned. What next...

Said we were done, then met someone and rubbed it in my face

Cut to the part, she broke your heart, and then she ran away

I guess you should've known, I guess you should've known

That I would talk, I would talk

I tapped my pencil on the paper. Chorus now.

But even if the stars and moon collide

I never want you back into my life

You can take your words and all your lies

Oh oh oh I really don't care

Even if the stars and moon collide

I never want you back into my life

You can take your words and all your lies

Oh oh oh I really don't care

Oh oh oh I really don't care

I put the journal back. I'll finish it later. I don't want to think about, him.