3 chapter 3!

• Y/N POV •

I open my eyes after a peaceful night sleep, I feel like I'm not alone, there is a weight on the other side of the mattress not to mention that there was an arm draped around my tummy that was relieving a tiny pain. I began to be more alert of my surroundings, I was sure it could only be one guy spooning me right now; so I decided to confirm my suspicions and turn around to see an adorable, fast sleep Amare. His face was smushed up against the pillow like a little marshmallow, his hair was sprawled out in different directions and his lips were a little ajar.

He's so fucking cute.

I wanted to take advantage of this pure moment so I snuggled up into his chest, his arms by instinct wrapping tighter around me. Oh my god I could live like this. So I did. I fell back asleep in his embrace.

• later that morning •

- nobody's POV -

"WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS?"

Jason yelled which startled both of you awake, Amare glanced down at you in his arms and immediately let go, making you fall back onto the bed. He was joined by Connor and Leo, this cant go well.

"EXPLAIN."

Connor demanded, as there was rules in this house to be followed. He was not happy that Amare had broken one.

no relationships.

Even if it wasn't a relationship, there was definitely something between you two. People don't just spoon for no reason.

"AMARE, I CANT BELIEVE YOU! YOU KNOW THE RULES."

Connor yells, making my ears ring. He was certainly loud for eight thirty in the morning he was sure to wake up the whole house with this event. Amare said nothing so then he directed it to me.

"AND YOU PEACHES?! AIN'T YOU A WHORE FOR GETTING AMARE INTO BED."

"Y/N IS NOT A FUCKING WHORE."

Amare finally lost his cool, he stood to square up with the leader; if looks could kill, Amare would be dead by now.

"DONT YOU RAISE YOUR VOICE AT ME BOY. IM YOUR ELDER."

Jason looked at me, pretending to sip some tea. I burst out laughing at his silly humour.

"YOU THINK THIS IS FUNNY PEACHES?"

The elder spits, charging towards me with his hands directing to my throat, Amare saw this and quickly took action. It all happened so fast.

Amare ripped Connor off before he could get the change to lay his hands on me, the leader went crashing into the wall. He gasps but comes back to make his fist collide with Amare's face. And again. And again. And again. He looked so fucked out, Amare was definitely out cold.

"STOP! YOU'RE HURTING HIM!"

I screeched, there was blood dripping down from the top of his head which scared the shit out of me, hearing all the commotion, the rest of the gang ran into the room.

Sam was quick to pull his knife out, not at Connor but at Amare.

"NO."

I jumped off the bed and ran to the man, maybe I ran a little fast as I felt the dagger slice across my thigh.

"She can't stop running into trouble."

Lewis chuckled sickly while helping me up, he whacked me over his shoulder to carry me out the room; probably to treat my bloody thigh.

please go easy on Amare...

I couldn't focus on anything, not even the pain of Lewis cleaning the gaping wound on my thigh, I could only imagine what Connor and the rest of the guys were doing to poor Amare. It was only a cuddle...

I heard the occasional scream of Amare probably coming round then being knocked out again, jeez I can't wait to see him again.

"Peaches!"

Lewis snapped a finger in front of my face that snapped me out of my thoughts.

"What?"

I grumbled back, I folded my arms like a sulking child who had their favourite teddy taken away.

"May I ask, why were you cuddling with Amare?"

How were you supposed to answer a question like that? Oh I don't know, he looked lonely so I cuddled him?! God this was going to be an interesting conversation.

"I don't know...I went to sleep on my own and woke up in his arms. Maybe you should ask him smarty pants."

Lewis raised a brow, like he was questioning your statement.

"Don't get cocky peaches, he's in there taking a beating for you."

That is true. He is getting the shit beaten out of him for the expense of your safety. That's one brave guy who you held a lot of respect for.

"Just shut up Lewis. Im not in the mood."

"You were in the mood for spooning, that only means you were in the mood for something else."

I swear this guy was talking out of his ass, what could that possibly mean.

"What are you talking about? What does spooning lead to?"

Lewis smirks and chuckles at my innocent brain.

"Sex peaches. Spooning 99% of the time leads to sex. And if it's with Amare, almost definitely it would lead to sex."

You choked on your spit a little. Amare wasn't like that was he? He was a gentleman and he respects you. Plus, we aren't even in a relationship...yet, wait what.

"He's not like that Lewis."

"Oh really? Clearly you don't know Amare like we do."

Suddenly you saw his point, you don't know Amare. You don't know any of them. Maybe Lewis could prove to be some help, you two needed a little sit down conversation.

"Talk."

"So eager, aren't you peaches?"

He brushed my cheek; I quickly slapped it away.

"Amare is a ladies man. Even more than I am. He loves the female attention, he would almost do anything to get into a girls pants. He puts on the nice act until he gets what he wants and then BOOM. He will leave you. He'll find another girl to seduce."

You couldn't believe what you were hearing. He was playing his game with you, the dirty bastard had you wrapped around his little finger. How could you be so naive to him, he was just like the rest of them... you thought he was different.

"Peaches. He's no one special."

Lewis added, seeing my discomfort.

"I need to be alone right now Lew...sorry."

I got off the sofa and limped back to my room hoping that Amare wouldn't be there or he was knocked out.

Much to your dismay Amare was awake...but barely. He was moaning something as he slipped in and out of consciousness there was blood dripping from a cut on his forehand, his nose was visibly broken and his upper lip was slit; Sam most likely did that.

do i help him?

If I help him...what if...oh it's silly...but what if I catch feelings for him?! We were cuddling up to each other an hour ago.

I stared at the poor boy for about two minutes when I finally came to my senses, not caring if Connor or any of the dudes saw me.

"Amare...I'm gonna get you better, can you stay awake for me?"

He nodded, licking his bottom lip as the top was a little messy. Quickly, you ran to the bathroom to grab the first aid kit which was luckily full of the things you needed.

There was antiseptic wipes, bandages, ice packs and plasters that should do the job.

"Amare, can you sit up for me please?"

He kind of just gazed at you not understanding a word you were saying, it was better if you did it yourself. You held him under the armpits and leant the struggling boy against his head board which was cushioned, that should be nice against his aching body.

"Okay, this may sting a little okay?"

He hums out something that I couldn't hear so I just got to work on his lip first,there wasn't much I could do without the hospital but I doubt Connor would take him there. You gingerly dabbed the wipe against his battered lip; Amare tensed up, letting out a tiny squeal yet he couldn't do much else because his body was so spaced out.

"I know, I know it hurts just a few seconds more."

You brushed your hand up against his but remembered what Lewis has said and retracted it.

Don't fall for it

Moving onto his forehead, you wiped it down and added a plaster which was easy enough, god knows how you are going to deal with a broken nose.

Ice will do for now.

The ice pack was freezing cold but it provided relief for Amare as he audibly sighed in content, his whole body relaxing into bed.

"All done. Easy peasy lemon squeezy!"

Amare managed to force out a small thank you that you could barely make out, the boy was nearly in a deep sleep so you left him in the room after wrapping a blanket over him.

Stepping out into the hallway, there was a conversation going on in the living room with the rest of the members all chipping in, Nathan saw your first and whistled you over.

"Ahhh peaches!"

oh how you HATED that nickname. it was so disgusting to you. Especially when it was used by these guys.

"What do you want?"

I plonked myself on the armchair, taking a look at the coffee table there was a large sheet of paper filled with writing and different pin points on there.

what could it be?

As if someone had heard your thoughts, Connor began explaining what it was.

"It's about time you did you first mission with us peaches."

end of chapter three!