Chapter 4

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Amber's POV

After a few rounds of celebratory drinks I felt very tipsy. Zayn is looking at me as if I'm a piece of fresh meat. That's when he comes to my side of the booth. He sits there for a moment, and my vision goes blurry from the drinks.

I felt Zayn's lips connect with mine.

My first instinct was to push him off but then he grabbed my hand, and I started to kiss back.

We were having a full blown make out session, tongue and all, I heard the door of the pub slam closed. I ignored if until I heard a familiar Irish accent.

It was Niall.

Zayn kept kissing me. He clearly didn't care if Ni was watching or not. Then Zayn takes his lips off mine and I rub my eyes.

Once my vision is clear I see Niall , continuously punching Zayn. Once he's ruined Zayn's face he goes down for the stomach. His fist is far away but lined for his gut. Niall was about to ruin Zayn's whole system until I yelled "Niall stop! I let him but me drinks!"

Niall drops Zayn and comes over to me. He grabs my hands and pulls me outside of the pub. He takes me to his car, shoves me into the passenger seat, and gets in. Ni starts the car and starts to murmur things to me.

"You're such a slut!"

"You're getting it when we get home."

"Should be glad I didn't kill Zayn right then."

We arrive at the flat. Niall pulls me out of the car, into the house, and throws me into our room. He goes into the dresser, but I'm not exactly sure why. "If you move a muscle I'll make it worse!" he threatens, so I stay put.

When he turns around he's holding a belt. A brand new leather one that he got on tour a while ago, and never wore. "Amber," he paces in front of the bed "This belt, it need broken in. Mind if I do so?" he sounds angry and sarcastic. I shake my head, thinking he means sex.

"Haha. Okay." he shakes his head and grips the belt tightly.

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