Chapter 1

(Amber's POV)

Why do people like One Direction? They're just a boy band for goodness sake! They think they're sooo hot. When they're not. I was in the middle of hating on One Direction when Rae, my sister, came barging through my door.

"Guesswhatguesswhat?!” she yelled.

“Someone better be dead..” I grumbled.

“I just got tickets to the One Direction concert!!!” she screams, clutching something- I’m guessing it’s the tickets- to her chest and looks up dreamily at my ceiling. My face scrunched up and I fell back on my bed and slammed a pillow on my face. Who gives a crap?

“Come on! Let’s go tell to mom and dad!” she sang. She’s a really good singer.

I grunted, the pillow muffling it.

“Come on!” Rae said, grabbing my arms and pulling me up. After a few tugs, she finally got me up and I walked downstairs while she bounced down like a kangaroo on steroids. By the time I reached my parents, Rae was already there, and explaining them about the tickets while jumping up and down. I eyed her closely; she might actually be a kangaroo… I mean, she got the jumping down..

My parents turned to me and smiled nervously. Something bad is going to happen, I just know it. “So, she told you about the tickets?” I asked, even though I already knew the answer. “Y-yes…” Mom began. I narrowed my eyes at her, “Mom..”

“The concert’s in California and we can’t go so you’re going to go instead of us. Now before you blow up on us, we got everything organized, you’ll stay at Aunt Lynn’s house.” She said quickly.

“What?! You decided without me?! It is my life you know! Why can't I decide the things that I do and don't?” I yelled at them. Why do they always insist

on deciding everything in my life without me? I stomped over to the counter, grabbed my keys, and slammed the door shut. I got into my car and drove to McDonald's to drown myself in food.

This sucks! I have to go to a stupid concert, and listen to stupid music! I love music and all, but not One Direction. I hate them.

I arrived at McDonald's and walked in the door. A few guys gaped at me with their mouths open, full of food. Gross. “Hey hottie!” a guy shouted at me. I wouldn’t consider myself hot.. I have black hair and it’s chopped into layers, I have an emo haircut and personally, I think it’s pretty cute.

I’m average in the height department and I have black eyes. I like to put on black eyeliner and make it really thick. Everything about me screamed, ‘emo chick in the house!’ but once you get to know me, I’m a pretty happy person. I waited in line and when it was my turn, I ordered a whole list of food.
I guys behind the counter raised his eyebrow, “This for your family?”

“No way man! This is for me! And you’re not supposed to question the customer about their diet. It hurts their feelings.” I said, laying a hand on my chest dramatically. He rolled his eyes and handed me my number. I sat down and waited for my food. “18!” the guy yelled. “That would be me!” I skipped up to the counter and grabbed my food, nearly falling because of the weight. “Here!” I threw the money on the counter.

“Wow, this is heavy!” I yelled. “You need help?” A guy offered. “Nahh, I think I’ll manage.” I replied. Once I made it to my car, I opened the packages one by one and ate it slowly while staring off into space.

I sighed, ‘It can’t be that bad, I mean, I could always stay in the car and blast the music so I couldn’t hear anything. Rae could mange by herself. And plus, she has a cell, she could always call me if anything happens…’

I thought in my head. Yeah! I’ll survive.

And with that, I started the car and drove home. I had eaten half the bag.

Chapter 2

(Amber's POV)

I arrived at my house, and I took a deep breath before I opened the door and walked inside. Mom, Dad, and Rae were all sitting in the living room with their head bent with a worried expression on each of their faces. They looked up when I walked in and Mom yelled, “Where have you been?! We’ve been worried sick!” She ran over and hugged me tightly. Rae also hugged me tightly, and soon Dad came and hugged all of us. Damn! And my boobies are already small enough! I sighed and hugged all of them.

“Guys, I’ve only been gone for, what? 45 minutes?” I stated.

Dad chuckled, “No, you’ve been gone for hours.”

Mom eyed the huge bag of food in my hands, “And I think I know where you’ve been..”

Rae let out a high pitched laugh.

I rubbed the back of my neck, “Ehh.. you guys want some?” I held the bag up. They all let go of each other and walked over to the table and started unwrapping the food. “Um, so… I thought about it.” I began. Three heads turned towards me. “I decided… what the heck? Come on! Start packin’ Rae!” I smiled. “AHHH!! Thank you Amber!!” she shrieked. “Ouch.” I winced, covering my one of my ears.

A couple of days later, we were all set. “Yippy! I can’t wait to see Liam, Niall, Zayn, Louis, and Harry!!” Rae screamed in a high pitched voice. I swear, she’ll burst one of my ear drums if she keeps screaming like that.

“I can.” I grumbled.

“Aww! Cheer up sis! Once you see them, you’ll fall head over heels in love…” she finished off and stared into space. I shook my head, directioners these days.. the only reason I know all of this is because Rae marches around the house and declaring patriotically that she’s a ‘true directioner’… whatever that means.

We said our goodbye's to our parents. And of course, we had

to have a group hug.
I drove both of us to the airport and we boarded the plane. The whole plane ride was pretty boring. We got off the plane, and we went into a shop to buy some food because the food on the airplane tasted like crap. I bought a bag of Takies and Rae bought some nutritious crap. She says she ‘wants to look good for the guys.’ And by guys, I mean the One Direction guys. They probably won’t even look at her because they’re always surrounded by fans. That sounds mean, but it’s kinda true. We walked out of the shop and found Aunt Lynn.

“Hey pumpkins!” She said in an overly happy voice.

“Hey…” I said. “Hi!!” Rae said excitedly and hugged Aunt Lynn. I stood there awkwardly, I’m not really a lovey dovey huggy person.. at all. So I shoved my hands in my pockets. Aunt Lynn bounced over to me and pulled me into a big hug. Again with the hugs! Seriously, I think my family mainly consists of kangaroos, or descendants of kangaroos…

She led us to her car and we all hopped in. Haha, See what I did there? You know… kangaroos…hopping…
She started the car a started driving, Rae and her talked non-stop about who knows what. And I sat there, staring out the window. Like the awkward person I am.

We arrived at her house, and it was small, but cozy. The bricks were a light shade of pink and their was a bunch of flowers in the front yard.

“Well, here we are.” Lynn said, spreading her hands wide open. “Wow! It looks so comfy!” Rae exclaimed. “Yeah.” Was all I said. We got our stuff and headed inside.

“Both of you guys will be staying in here.” Lynn said. I looked inside the room. It was pretty small, and the furniture was really dark. My type of room, but not Rae’s. She scrunched up her nose. Lynn noticed it and said, “Do you want to stay with me in my room?” Rae nodded her head furiously. Girly girl.

I gounpacked and went downstairs.

Chapter 3

(Amber's POV)

I went to the fridge/freezer and opened it.

Let’s see, apples, lasagna, ice cream

... and a bunch of other random stuff. I pulled out most of the things in there and carried them to the couch. I turned on the TV and started watching it. Twilight was on, and I frowned. Who wants to sit and watch a stupid movie, with emo, constipated, and sparkly people in it? Not me!

I turned it off and just sat there, licking the ice cream off the spoon. Rae came barging in the living room. “I can’t wait for tomorrow!!” she said. She’s such a happy person…

“Ok, so tomorrow is the concert.” She stated. “Noo, really? I had no idea.” I said sarcastically. She rolled her eyes, “And we need some new clothes!” she exclaimed. “Nooo…” I groaned. “Yeeeeeees!” she grinned. She’s fifteen. And I’m eighteen. Just thought I’d get it out there.

Rae grabbed my hand and dragged me to the car, I grabbed the keys on the way. “Aunt Lynn! We’re going to go shopping! Wanna come with?” Rae asked. “No, that’s ok sweetie.” She yelled back from somewhere in the house. Great. Now I have to spend hours and hours with her. Yay me! Woah, that’s some strong stuff.

I waved my hand in front of my nose. The lady behind the counter looked over at me and said, “Welcome to Hady's!” What a weird name for a store…

Rae had already chosen a pink halter top dress (a dress with that thing that wraps around the neck) she tried it on and squeaked, “Ohmigod! I love this one!!” “Oh. My. God. Really?” I asked sarcastically. “Meanie.” She pouted.

“We should find you one too!” she suddenly declared. I groaned. “Hmm…” she ran over to a rack and shuffled the clothes. I sat down on a couch and shoved my earplugs in my ears. I clicked on Gucci Gucci by Kreyshawn. This girl is awesome.

Rae ran over to me with an armload of clothes. “Damn! Did you want me to try on the whole store?” I asked. She ignored me and made me try on clothes the rest of the evening.

Chapter 4

(Amber's POV)

As I was trying on the last of my dresses, Rae started singing Up All Night. “Oh, the horror! You know that’s a dirty song, right?” I asked, wagging my eyebrows. Her face was priceless, “No it’s not!” she argued. “Yeah, it is. Try listening to the lyrics.” I retorted. I started reciting the lyrics. And emphasizing the dirty parts.

“It feels like we've been livin' in fast forward
Another moment passing by
(Up up up all night)
The party's ending but it's now or never
Nobody's going home tonight
(Up up up all night)
Katy Perry’s on replay
She's on replay
DJ got the floor to shake, the floor to shake
People going all the way

Yeah, all the way

I'm still wide awake

I wanna stay up all night
And jump around until we see the sun

I wanna stay up all night
And find a girl and tell her she's the one
Hold on to the feeling
And don't let it go

'Cause we got the floor now
Get out of control

I wanna stay up all night
And do it all with you

-“

“Okay! Okay! I get it!” Rae cut me off. I smirked and tried on a black one shoulder dress that went to a little above my knees and has a gold belt around it. It was pretty cute. She ‘eeked’ and clapped her hands together. “This is the one!” she said excitedly.

It did feel quite nice, and comfy. Like it was made for me. We bought both of our dresses and drove back to Lynn’s house. It’s not like I’m going to wear it. I’m going to be staying in the car.

I thought as I drove us home. Rae and I walked in the door and smelled something really good. Both our noses lifted up and followed the spicy smell to the kitchen. Aunt Lynn was making some sort of soup. We both dropped our bags on he floor and walked over to her.

“What’s cookin’ good lookin'?” Rae asked. “I made some soup. You guys want some?” Lynn asked, setting the bowls on the table. “Sure!” We both sat down and dug in. Mmm… “This is really good!” I said. She smiled from ear to ear, “Really?”

Did I not just say that it was good?!

I shrugged and finished my bowl. I eyed the pot. I want a second, but I don’t want to make it seem like I was fat and a pig. Well, I am. But… what the heck?

I walked over to the pot and got seconds….and thirds…and fourths…

By the time I was full, there was barely any soup left. Rae and Lynn sat there, mouths wide open, and stared at my plate, then back at me. “I was hungry…” I mumbled embarrassed. I put the dish in the sink and walked inside my new room. I fell onto the bed and lay there for a second and sighed..

I should probably go take a shower.

I thought, I went to my luggage and pulled out some sweatpants, a bra and a tank. I showered and put the clothes on. It was about twelve, so I went to bed.

Chapter 5

(Amber's POV)

“TODAY’S THE DAY!!” Rae yelled, jumping on my bed. “Ughh! Let me be!” I groaned. “C’mon!” she whined, and tickled me. She knows I’m ticklish..

I thought as I yelled, “Alright! Alright! I’m up!” Laughing, she got off my bed and walked out the door. I yawned and fell right back on the pillow. “AMBER!” Rae yelled. It’s like she could see through walls and doors…

I grumbled and stretched. I sat up and rubbed my eyes.

I got off the bed and trudged to the bathroom. I sat on the toilet (and yes, my pants are still on) and closed my eyes. My head drooped, and every time it did, I would jerk myself awake. I finally fell on the bathroom floor and just stayed there, not wanting to get my lazy butt up. I probably fell asleep for about an hour before Rae came running in the bathroom. “Hurry up! We’re gonna be late!” I rolled my head to look at her, she was still in her PJ’s, so she can’t talk. I rubbed my eyes, “What time is it?”

“About 4 in the afternoon.” She answered. No wonder my stomach was growling! I got up and wobbled out the door and into the kitchen. Aunt Lynn was washing the dishes, and when I came in, she said, “Nice of you to join us sleepyhead!” “Hey.” I said and grabbed some food, and sat down at the table, only to be pulled back up by Rae.

“We gotta get ready!”

“No. I’m not going to that thing. I'm only driving you. I’m not gonna look at the boys, I’m not gonna hear their god awful voices, I’m gonna stay in the car and listen to The Script and some other music.” I stated. “But you have to!!” she argued. “No buts.” I said sternly. Dang, I feel like my mom! She started pouting but that vanished once I said, “Do you want me to make you pancakes?” “YES! Ohmygod! Yes!” she yelled, frantically nodding her head. I know, it’s 5 o’ clock and I’m making pancakes. Aunt Lynn raised her eyebrows, “You cook?”

“Yeah.”


I made the pancakes and served them do an impatient Rae and Lynn. They both ate it and moaned. “This is so good!” Lynn exclaimed. “Of course! What were you expecting?” Rae mumbled through a mouth full of pancakes. Aunt Lynn laughed.

After they both finished their pancakes, Rae dragged me into her room that she shared with Aunt Lynn. “So, should I wear the dress we bought yesterday, or just skinny jeans and a sweatshirt?” she rummaged around in her luggage. “I’d say, the skinny jeans and sweatshirt.” I said.

She put them on, and applied mascara and eyeliner. “Done!” she yelled. I thought she’d take longer, cuz you know, she’s had a HUGE crush on Niall since they were on the X Factor… “Why didn’t you dress up?” I asked. “Because I don’t wanna seem like I'm trying too much.” She shrugged. I nodded my head slowly. “Ok..” I got up and walked to my room, it was 6 and the concert started at 8. So I shoved my earplugs in my ear and listened to music to kill time.

Soon, it was 7 o’ clock and Rae skipped to my room and told me to get ready. I decided to keep on what I’m wearing, big sweatpants and a short tank.

I just needed to put on eyeliner and mascara. I did, and I went to the living room and told Rae we were going. She squeaked and ran to the car. I grabbed the keys and my wallet and stuffed it in my back pocket. I walked to the car and turned it on. “About time!” Rae said from the passenger seat. I rolled my eyes and started driving to the concert hall or that one place the boys were singing at.

By the time we arrived there, it was already 8:15. Rae was going ballistics! “Ohmigod! What if I’m late?! What if the concert had already started and I missed a bunch of it!? I might have missed my chance to see Niall!!” Rae panicked. “Chill, and go.” Was all I said. She quickly exited the car and ran towards the LONG line outside. I couldn’t really see anything because it was very dark and cold. It was about mid November. I turned on the heat and put in a CD to listen to. The Man That Can't Be Moved came on.

I sat there and sang along. Gosh, it’s cold in here..

I shivered and rubbed my hands together. I was only wearing a tank too. I started the car and drove to the nearest store that was open. I found one and walked inside. It smelled really good. It smelled like cotton candy. Sweet, but not too sweet. I looked around and spotted the clothing rack and went over to it. I looked through the clothes and picked a cute sweatshirt that says ‘Love Pink'.

I saw a little coffee shop in the corner of the shop, so I went over there and bought one. I paid for the sweatshirt and got back inside the car. I drove to the concert place and parked near the back entrance because I didn’t want people looking through my windows and creepin’ on me. So I sat there, drinking my coffee and listened to the music I liked.

Chapter 6

(Harry's POV)

"Holy cow, that was a long show!” Niall exclaimed. “I know right?” Zayn agreed. Danie (Danielle) ran up to Niall, Louis, Zayn, Liam and I. “You guys were great!” she said, planting a long, passionate kiss on Liam’s lips. I wrinkled my nose, “Guys, get a room.”

“We would if we could.” Liam said. Danie laughed and Liam slung his arm on her shoulder. “I think we should celebrate with carrots!” Louis yelled, holding a bunch of carrots up. “Where did you get that?” I asked. “Magic.” He replied, bumping his shoulder with mine. We were trying to get away from the crazy fans by going the back way as fast as we could. I bet the paparazzi had already gotten a picture of us and was lurking behind a corner somewhere.

“We should go to Danie’s house to celebrate!” Niall yelled. “Shhh!” Zayn whisper yelled. Louis was munching on carrots, Niall was stuffing his face, Liam and Danie were doing something… Zayn was- “Vas happenin’ bro?” he said to a dude I did’t know. And then there’s me. Harry. I was just walking with my hands in my pockets. I didn’t really feel like socializing today.

All the guys understood, and left me alone. “So it’s official. We’re all going to Danie's tonight.” Liam stated. He looked at me, “You coming?”

“Nah, I think I’ll go home and go to bed early.” I replied. “Cool.” He said. They guys made a U turn and walked into the crowd that was already forming. “Oh my god! It’s Harry Styles!! AHH!” some of the fans shrieked. Oh god.

I walked faster and headed towards the back door. Just a few more steps…

And then BAM. The fans circled around me, thrusting pieces of paper and pens at my face. “Can I have your autograph?!” “Gosh! You’re so hot!” Some were even throwing themselves at me.

Usually, this would’ve made my day, but I didn’t feel like it today. I smiled weakly for the cameras and pushed through the crowds. “Sorry guys!” I said. They started shouting ‘Nooo!!’ And I was now running. I looked around and tried to spot a familiar car. We drove here in a beat up truck so we could blend in. My eyes scanned the small alleyway while I was running.

There. I found it. I ran as fast as I could and threw the door open. “Drive driver, drive! And step on it!” I commanded. But instead of the mean and old driver I was used to, a cute girl with black emo hair turned around from the driver’s seat. “What the heck are you doing in here?! Get. Out!” she yelled. I heard music blasting through the speakers. Aw, crap. The fans were now in the parking lot and headed our way. “DRIVE!” I yelled as loud as I could. She and I looked to the side and saw the screaming fans. She pulled the stick down and drove like there was no tomorrow.

Chapter 7

(Harry's POV)

“How the hell did you get in my car?” she asked. She was furious. I could visibly see her take deep breaths through her nose. “Well, I opened the door…” I started. “You know what I mean!” she yelled. “Geez, don’t get your panties in a knot.” I teased, trying to light up her mood. “You saw it, I was mobbed by fans, I needed to find my car, but I got into the wrong one.” I explained.

“Aren’t you supposed to be used to all this attention?” she mumbled. I smirked. “Oh man! Crap!” she exclaimed. “What? What, WHAT?!” I yelled. Did the paparazzi find me? Did the fans? How could they find me so fast?

“I forgot my sister!” she said. I started laughing. She was probably too busy admiring my charming looks and totally forgot about her sister. She gave me a death glare and her next words shocked me. “Get. Out.”

By now, my mouth was wide open like a fish in the desert sand. I blew out a breath, “You’re kidding me, right?”

“No. I’m not. I don’t ‘kid’ around.” She replied, her voice dripping with hate. Yeesh. Someone’s grumpy. She stopped the car in the middle of the road, where all the people were, and unlocked the door. “Out.” Was all she said. “Heck nah!” I argued. I stayed where I was and crossed my arms, “I’m not going anywhere.”

She was doing that nose breathing thing again. She probably gets angry a lot. All of a sudden, she swung her door open and walked over to the backseat and opened the door. “Get out.” She said, her voice really low for a girl. Why wasn’t my hotness affecting her?

“No.”

Her lips formed a tight line. “Fine then, be that way.” she said as she grabbed my arms and tugged as hard as she could. I pulled back the opposite direction. “Get your pretty butt out!” she yelled through gritted teeth. “No! I don’t wanna get mobbed!” I protested. “Who gives?!” she yelled. Well, her way of talking is pretty strange... “Apparently millions and millions of fans!” I yelled back. By now, there was a little crowd forming and some girls were full on shrieking, “Harry!!” She was finally able to yank me out of the truck (pshh, only because I let her) and she was pulling so hard, she fell on the sidewalk with me.

She groaned from underneath me and pushed me off of her, “You're fat.” She spat. I sat there, stunned, while the crowd of people was trying to get a picture of and with me. She got up, and walked away as fast as she could.

I stared after her. She’s got a nice bum!

It swayed as she walked angrily away. Why hadn’t she reacted like other people? Usually, they would both scream and try to get a picture or video of me, or they would try to play it off cool.

She didn’t do any of that.

I was finally able to shove my way past the screaming girls, but the girl was already in her truck and driving away. I don’t even know her name… I thought. The crowd finally broke apart I sprinted off in the direction of her car.

Something about that girl intrigues me… maybe because she hates me?

Chapter 8

(Harry's POV)

Thank god I was in track back in high school. I pounded my feet against the concrete, trying to breathe normally. Inhale, exhale, inhale, exhale.

I finally caught up with the truck. I reached over and pounded my fist against the window while still running. Look at me, I’m multitasking, Mum would be so proud. I was running, beating my fist against the truck’s window, looking in front of me so I didn’t run into something, glancing back at her, AND breathing deeply. My lungs felt like they were bursting out of my ribcage. She was driving and sometimes taking her eyes off the road and glancing at me. She was saying something but I couldn’t understand her.

I raised my hands up and yelled, “Stop the car!” She wouldn’t at first, but then when she saw that I wasn’t going to stop, she gave in. I must’ve ran at least 3 miles! I yanked open the door while panting, “You..” –pant- “are the…” –pant- “most evilest thing…” –pant- “I’ve ever encountered.” I hopped in and just sat there, trying to calm my breathing.

Once I caught it, I peeked at the girl. She was staring at her phone, and chewing her finger nail. She grunted and threw it on the ground. “What’s the matter?” I asked. “Like I said, my little 15-year-old sister is still back at the concert thingy.” She replied angrily. “I could ask one of my lads to drop her off at your house.” I offered. “Would you?” she asked. “Yeah, sure.” I got out my phone and went to contacts. I clicked on Lil’ Leprechaun. The phone started to ring and I waited. C’mon man, pick up!

“Vas happenin’ bro?” Zayn asked. “Why do you have Niall’s phone?” I asked. “He let me play on it.” Zayn replied. Sure, whatever you say…

“Can I talk to Niall?”

“Yeah, sure.” I heard him call Niall in the background.

“Hey man. You need something?” Niall said.

“Um, yeah. Where are you guys?” I asked.

“We just got away from the fans. We’re in the parking lot.”

“Do you have your car?” I asked.

“Yeah.. Zayn, and I are riding my car, Louis, Liam, and Danie are riding in Liam’s.” he answered.

“Um, I need to ask you a favor…” I started uneasily. This girl might murder me right now, -famous or not- if her sister isn’t picked up from the concert.

“Shoot.” He said.

“I need you to pick someone up.”

“Um, sure. I guess and Liam’s car could fit one more person.”

“Ok, so she’s…” I gave the phone to the girl for her to describe her little sister. “She has brown, curly hair. She’s kinda short. Her name is Rae.” The girl described. She gave the phone back to me. “Who was that?” Niall asked. “No one.” I said shortly.

“Right… sure.” He said slowly.

“Thanks man.” I said.

“No problem.” I hung up and looked over at the girl, she was texting someone. “Hey, what’s your name?”

“Amber.” What a beautiful name.

I looked over at her phone; I know I’m being nosey, but still. This was how the conversation went:

Amber: Hey, you ok?
Rae: ya. y?
Amber: Umm..
Rae: ._. what
Amber: I don’t think imma be able to pick you up..
Rae: wat?? y!? D;
Amber: I’m in a situation I can’t seem to get rid of… :/
Rae: uh huh .-.
Amber: Someone else is gonna pick you up, kay?
Rae: who :/
Amber: Niall
Rae: WTF!?! REALLY?! NIALL, AS IN NIALL HORAN!?!!!!!???? AHHH!!
Amber: Yeah.. try not to blow up his eardrums, please.
Rae: How?! whaa,,.. how did you get him to…
Amber: Long story.
Rae: ok:(
Amber: Bye.
Rae: Buh bye!!!

“What the crap, man?” Amber yelled once she noticed that I was reading her texts. I raised an eyebrow. “So. Your sister likes us, but you don’t?”

“True that.” She said.

“Where do you live?” she asked. I gave her the directions and she started driving there. It was pretty hot in there, so she took off her sweatshirt and then BAM. Her tank lifted a little, that was enough for me to see her stomach. Her tank hugged all her curves, and I wouldn’t be surprised if I was drooling. I couldn’t tear my eyes away from her boobies. She snapped her fingers in front of my face, “Eyes away, or I’ll dump you in the road like I did earlier.” I snapped my eyes away from her, and gulped. She smirked and turned her attention back on the road.

Chapter 9

(Harry's POV)

We arrived at the house and I snuck a glance at Amber and she rolled her eyes and muttered, “Rich people.” I looked back at the road. We came up to the gates. Bob, the guard there, stopped the car and made Amber roll down her window. She did, and she was really irritated, “What do you want?”

Bob raised an eyebrow at her language. He still wasn’t used to it, and Niall cussed 24/7. Bob looked inside the car and saw me, “Oh, hey Harry. You guys can come in.” He waved us off. Amber drove through the gates with a angry look on her face. Anger managements…

She sure gets mad a lot. She parked in front of the front door and got out. What is she doing?

She walked over to my window and bent over, “Well, are you coming or not?”

“Uh.. yeah.”

She rolled her eyes and walked to the door. The whole time, I was watching her butt sway. I blinked twice and opened the door. I walked over to her with my hands in my pockets. I knocked on the door and Mary, the maid, opened it. “Hey Harry.”

“Hey Mary!”

She blushed and backed away. She was about 19, and her mom and her works for us. She absolutely adores us. She has short blonde hair to her chin.

Amber walked in without looking around in awe. Most girls we bring home usually look around and complement our house. Guess that’s another thing about her that intrigued me. She was looking for something. I followed her around the house; she stopped in the kitchen and went to the fridge. She grabbed a whole handful of food, went to the living room, came back, and grabbed some more things. She didn’t even ask. I just stood there. Looks like we have a Niall #2.

When she came back for the fourth time, I stopped her. “Might as well carry the fridge to the living room.” I said sarcastically. “Yeah. We might as well.” She retorted.

She spun on her heels; her hair whipped around and hit my face.

She stalked over to the couch and plopped herself down. She grabbed a bag of Funyuns and started eating it. “Where’s the remote?” she muttered. I walked over to her and bent down beside her. I usually stick the remote between the cushions... Found it!

I picked it up and waved it in front of her face, “Looking for this?”

“Yes!” she said, trying to grab the remote out of my hands. “Ah-ah-ah!” I sang.

Her lips formed a straight line and she narrowed her eyes, “It’s on.”

With that, I ran off, with her hot on my heels. I stuck the remote in my pants, right where my crotch was. “You’re never gonna get it!” I yelled behind me. I turned around to face ahead, and nearly tripped over a stray suitcase if I hadn’t jumped. I landed on my feet and ran in the kitchen. “I shall get the remote! I swear to god!” Amber yelled from somewhere behind me.

I smirked, “Sure you are.”

I ran towards the island and ran to the other side. Amber ran up to the other side. Both of us were breathing heavily. She doesn’t give up, does she?

Lucky for her, I don’t either. I moved to the right and she mimicked me by moving to her left. Mary walked in the kitchen and widened her eyes, and quickly retreated. Amber looked behind her and smirked. She must’ve realized that she was blocking my path to freedom. “Got chu now, big boy.” Amber said triumphantly. She turned back to me and jumped to one side. I jumped the opposite side.

One of the doorways was unblocked, so I ran past her and through the door, she anticipated that move and ran towards me, with her arms outstretched. I just barely got past her when she grabbed my jacket and I had no choice but to let her rip it off of me, and throw it to the ground. I loved that jacket..

I sucked it up and ran upstairs. I ran into one of the spare bedrooms. I didn’t hear Amber. Where is she? Did she give up? She didn’t seem like the type who’d give up. I sighed and walked out of the room. I started walking down the hallway when all of a sudden, I’m being tackled down to the ground.

Chapter 10

(Harry's POV)

“AHH!” I yelled. She gave a triumphant ‘ha’ and sat on top of me… on my manhood to be more precise.
She looked down at me and smirked, “Hand the remote over.”
Now it was my turn to smirk. “You’re sitting on it.” Her eyes widened as she realized that I had stuck it in my pants. Luckily I didn’t stuff it in my boxers. “Give it to me!” she demanded. “Come and get it.” I said seductively. “No.”
“You know you wanna..”
She glared at me. “No, no I don’t.”
I laid my arms on the sides of her hips and whispered, “Reach in and get it.”
“Hell no!”
“Woah! What have you two been doing?” Louis yelled, loud enough for the whole house to hear. Amber turned and groaned, “No…first this bastard, now you? What’s next? Lane?” Just as she said that, Zayn walked up the stairs and yelled, “Vas Happenin', man?!” I was frozen in place. “It’s Zayn, love.” Louis corrected her. She scoffed, “I knew that.”
Amber got off of me and walked downstairs. “Woah man, I didn’t know you could get a girl that fast.” Zayn said. “There’s a lot you don’t know about me.” I said. “Nice man.” Louis complemented and then slapped my back. We all walked down the stairs to see Liam standing with his arms crossed. “Who is she?” he asked us. “I don’t know, ask Hazza.” Louis smirked. Everyone’s doing a lot of smirking today! Liam turned to me and raised his eyebrow, “Spit it out.”
“I was being mobbed by fans and I jumped inside her car by accident.” I explained.
“Next time, you should see who the driver is. They might be an even crazier fan who might rape you for all we know.” Liam scolded. There’s a reason everyone calls him Daddy Direction, and this is it. He worries about us, and he’s the smartest one out of all of us.
“Who ate my food?!” Niall screamed.
Amber patted her stomach shamelessly, “I did.”
Niall’s mouth dropped open. “Who the fuck is she? Is she one of those fans who’d make us sign their underwear?!” He got into a fighting position.
I threw back my head and laughed. “No Niall, she’s not.” He dropped his stance but kept an eye on her, in case she decided to take any more of his food. Which she did. She reached over, but Niall, scooted the food away from her, “No! I don't share!”
“Someone needs a happy meal.” She grumbled. Everyone laughed and sat down on the couch. Even Niall. After we all calmed down, Liam asked, “Hey, what’s your name?”
“Amber.”
“Why were you on top of Harry when we found you two?” Louis raised an eyebrow. He just had to ask that, didn't he? “Long story short, he took the remote and stuffed it in his pants.” Amber replied nonchalantly. “You would do that!” Zayn laughed. Everyone sat back and relaxed. “Uh, hey Hazza? Can I have the remote?” Niall asked awkwardly. I laughed and reached in my pants and took it out. Amber rolled her eyes and grabbed the remote out of my hands.
My mouth was wide open. “She touched the remote that was touching my crotch. So she basically just touched my crotch!!” I exclaimed.

*:~:*

She rolled her eyes and walked over to the table with the big bottle of hand sanitizer sitting on top of it.
She pumped a bunch on her hand and smeared it all over the remote. “Happy?” Amber asked sarcastically.
“Mmhm.” Was all I said.
She slumped on the couch and flipped through the channels. Everything was peacefully quiet. Everyone was doing their own thing. “There’s nothing on!” She wailed. We all flinched in surprise at her loudness.
“Let’s go to the movies!” She suggested eagerly. Everyone made a move to go to the door.
“NO.” I quickly declined. “What? Why?” Niall wondered.
“Because.. because.. we have our own movie room!” I said. “Yeah! We can watch the movies that we have here!” Liam agreed, after shooting me a questioning look.
“Ohhhh..kay?” Amber nodded suspiciously.
We all made our way up the stairs to the movie room. And of course- Amber didn’t remark on anything, she just plopped herself onto the couch.
Our movie room was quite big. When you walk through the door, you’re instantly met by a huge horseshoe couch that took up half of the space. Between the couch, was a medium table so people could put their food and drinks on it. (That was mostly Niall.) The rest of us used it as a foot rest.
Everyone but Liam and I sat down on the couch. Liam trotted over to the movie rack. I stayed where I was, in the doorway.
Amber sat in the corner, and Niall sat next to her right, while her left was unoccupied. Louis and Zayn were quietly chatting on the other side of the couch. My attention snapped to Amber and Niall as she let out a bark of laughter.
Her legs were across Niall’s lap. That caused a spark of jealousy to ignite in my body. Why can’t she do that with me?
Niall caught my eye and he smirked. He was messing with me! That little…
“What do you guys want to watch?” Liam asked.
“I don’t know, you choose!” Louis yelled. “SHH!” Zayn shushed louder than necessary.
“How about.. Horrible Bosses?” Liam asked. “Yeah! Ok!” Niall agreed.
He popped the CD in and settled on the couch. I snapped out of the jealous trance I was in and jumped over the couch and right next to Amber.
“So, how’s your night?” I asked, trying to start a conversation.
“Awesome, before you showed up.” She retorted. My mouth hung open. Way is she so mean to me?
“Ooooh, you got TOLD.” Niall guffawed.
“Shut up bichochos!” Louis yelled.
“SHH!” Zayn shushed loudly.
“NO. You shush!” Louis shot back. “Be quiet, both of you.” Liam scolded.
The movie was quite boring, to say the least. I didn’t even watch it. My attention was focused on the beautiful girl beside me.

*:~:*

As the credits rolled by, I yawned and stretched. The boys had already gone to bed, so it was just Amber and I.
She was asleep, lying peacefully on her side. I decided not to wake her, and picked her up, bridle style, and carried her to one of the guest rooms. I couldn’t help but admire her features.
She looked so young when she was asleep.
She grunted and slowly opened her eyes. I looked straight ahead and continued walking to my destination.
“Get off me, bro.” She mumbled. My grip on her tightened. Nope, not a chance.
She tried to wiggle out of my grip, but I held on even tighter to her.
“Let me go.” She grumbled. I ignored her.
“Mother of god, you best let go.” She warned.
Without warning, I dropped her. On the ground. “My, aren’t you a gentleman.” She grumbled, rubbing her butt as she got up. “You asked for it.” I retorted. She didn’t reply, but let me lead her to one of the rooms.
I opened the door and let it swing shut in her face as she was about to walk through the doorway. “OW!” She shrieked. I let out a bark of laughter. She turned the knob and swung the door open with a hard scowl on her face. That only caused me to laugh even harder. “Fuck off.” She grumbled.
I chuckled and made my way to my room, changed, and grabbed a spare T-shirt for Amber.
I walked back in her room, and knocked on the bathroom door. When she didn’t reply, I opened it. And was met by a very.. sexy sight. Ish.
She was in the middle of taking her clothes off. “WHAT THE FUCK? GET OUT!” She screeched. “I’m SO sorry!!” I yelled, throwing my shirt at her and speeding out of the bathroom.
I breathed out a sigh as I made myself comfortable on her bed with my hands and feet spread out like a star.
My eyelids were about to close shut when she walked out with only a towel… on her head. And suddenly, I wasn’t so tired anymore.
My eyes trailed down hungrily down to her legs and damn, they were FINE.
She noticed my gaze, and she snapped, “Why are you still here?”
I whipped my head back and stared at the ceiling. “I’m too lazy to go to my room.”
“Go away.”
“No.” I argued.
“Fine then.”
“N- wait wha-“ But I was cut off by a bunch of fabric in my face.
She laid on top of me and smirked. “Do you want to scoot to the side, or what?”
“Nope. I like this position, thank you.” I smirked back. “Suit yourself.” She replied.
“Mmhm.” I mumbled. I laid there, listening to her breathing gradually slow. This chick on top of me.. I like that shit.

Chapter 11

(Amber's POV)

I was surrounded by fluffiness. I sucked in a breath of fresh air. I didn’t want to open my eyes yet, afraid this was all a dream. I didn’t want to leave this sanctuary.
I switched to another sleeping position, and lay on my side. I was met with another smell; this one was sweet, but spicy. It smelled good. I wanted so bad to snuggle into it, so I did. I scooted closer and closer till I was met by a wall of warmth. I felt arms snake around my waist as they mumbled something incoherent.
What the..?

My eyes snapped open and adjusted to the light streaming in from the window. I scanned my surroundings and I concluded that I was on a bed, but not mine.
I focused on the thing that was spooning me. Harry friggin Styles. Harry… Styles! Holy mother of God! What..? How?! What happened last night? Okay Amber, breath…

As I calmed down, my eyes widened. I looked under the blanket; I was still dressed; I breathed out a sigh of relief. So that means we didn’t do anything last night..
The arms that were still around me tightened a little. That brought me out of my thoughts. Harry was spooning me! I’ve gotta get out of here! I forcefully pushed his arms away from me and tried to scramble off the bed, causing the bed sheets to tangle around my leg and I fell off the bed with an ‘oomf.’
“Gahhh!” I moaned, rubbing my sore nose. With my rush of getting off the bed, I didn’t notice the bed sheets until I face planted the ground. Harry was still asleep. What. How the flying fuck can a guy sleep through that?

“Get OUT!” I screeched. He stirred and slowly opened his eyes.
“AHH!” He yelled, jumping out of the bed. We were on opposite sides of the bed, facing each other. “Oh dear god.” I squeaked when my eyes caught sight of Harry in his birthday suit. He slowly looked down at his naked body, then at me, and back down.
I stood there, frozen and speechless. I’ve never been in this situation before! I mean, how am I supposed to react when Harry frickin Styles is standing naked, right in front of me?
Now, lemme tell ya. I’m not the type of girl who would fangirl over a stupid boy in a boyband.
His mind seemed to click and he yanked the blanket off the bed and wrapped it around himself.
“Um.. oh.. um.. sorry.. about that..” he scratched the back of his neck. “How did you get here?!” I demanded, my cheeks were still doing an amazing impersonation of a tomato.
“I.. Uh, honestly have no clue.” He muttered.
“And why the heck do you not have clothes on..?” I interrogated.
“It’s a habit… I like sleeping like this.” He gestured to his body. My eyes involuntarily trailed down his body. I snapped them back up when he continued, “I guess my hands have a mind of their own and take my clothes off, even I’m asleep.” He shrugged.
“Bullshit.” I coughed.
And instantly, the awkward, shy boy in front of me turned into the cocky, arrogant guy I met, “But I bet you don’t have a problem with that, don’t you? I bet you’re imagining-“
“Shut up!” I injected. “And get out!” I added as an after thought.
“Ok, ok.” He smirked, holding his hands up in mock surrender. “But if-“
“Out.” I cut him off again.
After he left, I took a shower. I realized a little too late that I didn’t have any clothes. I couldn’t wear my sweats; I didn’t know where they went. I didn’t want to walk around wearing Harry’s shirt either. So I wrapped a towel around my body and tip toed down the hallway.
As I peeked inside each of the rooms to look for Niall, I hummed the ‘Mission Impossible’ theme song.
I slowly opened a door and peeked inside. Niall’s sleeping form was moving slowly up and down on his bed as he took each breath.
“Niall!” I whispered. No reply.
“Niall!” This time, I said it a little louder. No reply. I inched towards his bed.
“NIALL HORAN.” I bellowed into his ear. Still, no reply. What’s wrong with this kid? I tried shaking him awake but he only swatted my hand away. I jerked back to avoid being hit in the face. I smacked his face. “Get up!” I yelled.
After trying almost everything to wake him up, I was exhausted. I walked into the bathroom and turned on the water. I cupped my hands together and squeezed really hard so no water could escape. Then I leaned down and filled up my mouth with water.
The towel around me started to slip down so I had to drop the water in my hands to yank it back up. “Mmmmmhm!” I gave an agitated yell.
I refilled my hand and carefully, without spilling any drops of water, lean my weight against my left foot to bring up my right and turn off the water. Yeah, I’m strange. Get over it.
I quickly ran back to Niall’s bed and dumped and spit the water on him. “Agghh!” he sat up and shook his hair. His eyes focused on me and he gave me a lazy smile. “Mornin sunshine.”
I rolled my eyes but smiled. My body started to have goose bumps from the lack of clothes. I shivered and rubbed my arms. Niall’s eyes trailed down my body and I shifted around uncomfortably.
“So what can I do for you, Amber?” he smiled. “Can I borrow some of your clothes?” I asked. He nodded and walked over to his closet. He rummaged around and started talking, “So, what happened last night?”
I could hear the smirk in his voice. “Nothing!”
“Oh?” he chuckled and handed me a green ‘Free Hugs’ shirt, some boxers, a hoodie, and skinnies. No bra. Ah, well. “Sorry if they’re big.” He apologized.
“It’s ok!” I smiled and walked back to the room I was staying at. I changed into the clothes and walked downstairs, to the kitchen.
Everybody was sitting around the kitchen table doing their own things. When I entered, they all looked up and greeted me.
“Did you get a good night sleep?” Liam asked.
“Yeah, actually.” I answered. “Because I was with her!” Harry added; I rolled my eyes.
I grabbed some cereal and sat down at the table with everyone. Niall started a conversation with me. Suddenly, I saw from the corner of my eye, my bowl being slowly pulled away.
I turned around and sure enough, Harry was munching happily on my Captain Crunch. I glared at him while he just grinned through his full mouth. I shook my head and turned to the guys.
“So I was thinking of going Christmas shopping!” I said.
“That’s a great idea!” Liam agreed.
“Noooo!” Zayn complained.
“Woo hoo!” Louis whooped.
“Okay.” Niall said.
“Mmmmm..” Harry groaned. I gave him a weird look. He swallowed and explained, “This.. Is SO GOOD.” I snorted in an unlady like way.
Everyone finished their breakfast and we all ran to the car. “I call driving!” I yelled. “Me too!” Harry yelled.
“You can both

drive.” He chuckled and tossed us the car keys. “Wait!” I suddenly shouted. I ran to my truck that was sitting a few yards from where everyone was and pulled the door open. I grabbed my cell phone and my wallet and headed out.

*:~:*

“WAIT.” Louis shrieked.
“Whaaat?” Everyone groaned, tired of all the ‘waits.’
“We need diguises! Wouldn’t want someone to recognize us, would we?” Louis replied.
“I got that covered.” Liam said as he opened the trunk of the car I was driving, the red one. Harry was driving the blue one. My eyes were greeted by the sight of a million costumes. “Woah.” Was all I could say.
“I dare you to wear that hooker outfit.” Harry smirked at Louis.
“Oh, it’s on. And I dare YOU to dress like a princess.” Louis shot back. They shook on it and raced back inside the house with the costumes. We stayed behind and decided on what we wanted to wear.
I was stuck with a beanie and sunglasses, Liam had sagging jeans and bling all over him, Niall just had a hat and a walking stick, and Zayn had a wig.
He was currently looking at the side mirror on the car and complaining about how itchy it was.
“Shut up.” I groaned when he complained again for the 5000000th time.
“Done!” Harry and Louis called as they strutted out of the house. And it was scary how girly and real they looked. They had applied make up and everything!
Louis was rocking the high heels and the fat Gucci bag. And Harry.. oh sweet baby Jesus. He looked… pink. Everything on him was pink. He even applied blush, pink blush.
After we had gotten over the shock of the guys dressed as girls, we went to the mall.
*~:~*
“Let’s split up!” I said. People were giving us weird looks. I mean, it’s not everyday that celebrities shows up at the mall dressed as a gangster, an old man, a princess, and a girl.
Everyone went their own ways.
I window shopped for a little bit, and then I bought things for everyone, even the guys.
*~:~*
We met up a few hours later for lunch in the cafeteria. I was grumpy as hell. I got up from the table where everyone sat to get some food from Sonic. The guys called out their orders, but I ignored them. I’ll just get them some fries or something.
Harry followed close behind. I swear, if that kid tries something…
Just as I thought that, he dropped his arm around my shoulders. I tried shrugging it off but he would budge. “Get the fuck off me!” I yelled.
He instantly let go. “Geez, what’s got your panties in a bunch?” he mumbled. “What?” I spat.
“Nothing!”
I crossed my arms and waited in line, “That’s what I thought.”
The person in front of me ordered enough food to feed the whole African continent, I swear. “Hurry up!” I yelled impatiently. They gave me a look and I shut up.
When it was my turn, I ordered even more than them.
We brought our orders back to the table. I took over half of the food and munched on them while the boys stared. Well, everyone but Niall, he was already eating away.
“What?” I snapped; they turned away quickly.
A hand reached in my line of vision and snatched the burger in my hands. Wrong move, bucko.
“What can a girl do to eat in peace here?!” I yelled, standing up and tossing some food in a bag. “I mean COME ON. I got enough food for everybody! Why can’t you eat what’s yours?! This is my food. MINE.” I ranted. Turns out the person that stole my burger was Harry. Figures.
I stomped out of the food court with a huff.

(Harry’s P.O.V.)

“Love, you pissed her OFF.” Louis clapped me in the shoulder. I was still staring confusedly at the entrance. What did I do? Usually, she would just yell at me. But she never blew up on me.
“Man you’re so clueless sometimes.” Niall shook his head.
“What did I do?!” I yelled, frustrated.
“Mother nature.” Liam shook his head.
“What?” I asked.
“SHE’S ON HER PERIOD, GOD DAMMIT!” Zayn yelled, shocking us all.
“Oh.” Was all I said.

(Amber’s P.O.V.)

I stumbled out of a shop with my million bags after being kicked out. That sale’s lady will never get any customers if she’s gonna be so grumpy! I mean c’mon, I was just singing for Christ’s sake!
My eyes zeroed in on a pretzel stand just right next to our rendezvous spot. I made my way towards it.
Suddenly, I was hit with an agonizing pain. I bent over and moaned. My stomach felt like there was a black hole sucking everything into it. I whimpered. Why can’t it go AWAY? Stupid, stupid cramps!
I dragged my legs while my body was still bent over. I looked like a moron. I finally reached the stand and I fell on my knees, dropping everything in my hands.
“Woah, ma’am! Are you okay?” The dude behind the counter asked, panicked.
I reached up and slapped the counter a few times, signaling I was going to be okay.
I heard a chuckle from behind me. “You need help with that?”
I angled me head towards the voice, confirming my suspicions; it was, in fact, Harry the Hooker. He had on a short, short skirt that showed off his hairy legs. And a half shirt that barely covered his ‘boobs.’ He stuffed his bra with oranges.
I slowly stood up and smiled at the poor guy behind the counter that was probably going to be scarred for life after seeing Harry. I ordered my food and let Harry carry my stuff.

*~:~*

A few minutes later, the guys were there. All changed out of their stuff, except for me. I kinda liked the beanie and glasses. I mean, who was going to recognize us now? Harry was out of his hooker outfit.
All of a sudden, we hear shrieks and screams. “IT’S ONE DIRCTION! OHMYGOD!”
“Aww shit.” Niall muttered. We made a beeline towards the parking lot. Where the fuck did I park the car?!
Liam seemed to remember so he lead everyone. By now, the lot was filled with screaming fans hot on our heels. Louis tripped and fell. Everyone ran over him; it was quite entertaining. Harry stopped and reached out dramatically towards Louis, “My love..”
“Harry..” Louis whispered breathlessly and reached his arm out. “Oh shut up!” I groaned and pushed Harry towards the cars. The guys were already there, but they couldn’t get in because Harry and I had the keys.
But then, of course, I tripped. Give me a break, I had a ton of bags in my hands! “Ahh!” I yelled as I fell.
Harry whirled around and knelt beside me, his face a few inches from mine. “Are you okay?” He asked worried.
I had just noticed the lack of space between us, so I just swallowed and nodded.
He leaned in a little closer..
“HARRY, GO! IT’S EVERY MAN FOR THEMSELVES!” Louis yelled and rushed past us and joined the guys.
Harry didn’t waste another second and scooped me up in his arms and ran. “HARRY STYLES, WHO IS THIS GIRL?” a reporter asked from behind us. We ignored them and kept going.
“KEYS!” The guys yelled. We reached inside our pockets and threw them at the guys. Everyone jumped inside the cars and buckled in. “Drive!” Niall commanded.
My head was in Harry’s lap. It felt really comfortable... as much as I hate to admit it.

*~:~*

"Hey, wake up." someone shook me. I grumbled under my breath and took up another comfortable sleeping position. "We're here, wake up." The person poked me. I sighed and swatted the hand away.
The person chuckled and started tickling me. "GAH!" I yelled and sat straight up, knocking my head on Harry's. "Ow!" We both yelled and slapped our hands on our foreheads.
"The fuck?" I asked.
"We're home." Harry answered.
"This isn't 'home'. I corrected with an attitude. I wiped the drool off my cheek and slid across the seat. Harry was blocking the way out. I came up close and personal. "Move it." I said.
Instead of listening to me, he leaned in closer, until our faces were inches apart. "Nah, I like this position..." he whispered and looked up through his eyelashes.
My breathing went crazy. I swallowed and licked my lips. His eyes traveled down and stopped at my mouth. They slowly went back up to my eyes.
I shook my head violently, what's happening to me? I'm getting all crazy over a guy! A cocky, full of himself, and egoistic, prick at that! I couldn't stand him! And all of a sudden I'm getting all breathy when he got up close to me?
But on the other hand, deep, deep, DEEP, under all of his ego, he could be a pretty sweet guy. I mean, he DID carry me to the car when I got the cramps.
But that didn't change the fact that he's a stupid, stupid dastardock! I made that word up. It's a combination of 'dick', 'bastard', and 'cock.'
I realized that I was still in his face so I shoved him back, "Bro, have you ever heard of SPACE?"
He seemed shocked at first, but then covered it up with his suave attitude.
"Not when I'm with you, babe."
"Just... move." I sighed. He mockingly stepped aside and extended his arm. "Be my guest." He was still pretty close to me.
I rolled my eyes and pushed him while I was getting out of the car. He stumbled back a few steps. "My, aren't you agressive today." he commented.
I flipped him off without looking back.
"Love you too!" he called. I chose to ignore him and continue walking to the door. "Feeling the love!" he yelled sarcastically.
I ignored him again.
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Later that night, everyone was bored out of their minds. We were all sitting in the living room. I slowly pulled out my phone and went to the twitter icon.
I logged in and started following back my new followers. "Whatcha doin?" Harry asked, holding my phone an inch away from his face, making him look cross eyed.
I laughed. Harry looked down at the phone and gasped, "Lads, she has a twitter.."
All five of them suddenly whipped out their phones and clicked a few buttons, while Harry rattled off my username. "You are now followed by all five of us!!" Niall announced happily.
I smiled and looked at my profile, and there it was, my followers list went up a few numbers. I quickly followed back. I look back down and my followers multiplied by a hundred. "Holy shit!" I exclaimed. Zayn took my phone away from me and clicked some things. I craned my neck to see what he was doing. He was on twitter, taking pictures.
"Say cheese!" He suddenly said. All of the boys, including me, smiled and Zayn snapped a picture. He turned the screen back around and frowned. "I don't look good in this one!" he whined. "Lets take another one!" he suggested.
I nodded my head, "Sure."
We all posed and Zayn snapped some pictures. "Louis' head got cut off! Let's take another one."
We all sighed, but smiled. He looked at the pictures and shook his head. "No."
"OH MY GOSH!!" I yelled and snatched my phone away from him. "Bathroom time." I commanded. The guys looked at each other, then at me.
Harry shrugged and got up, so did the boys. I lead them all to the bathroom and we all stood there. Awkwardly..
"Ok. Pose!" I said. Harry suddenly jumped on Louis and Niall jumped on Liam. Harry and Niall made a heart with their arms and inside the heart was Zayn. He did a regular peace sign.
I stood off to the side and snapped a picture in the mirror.

Chapter 12

(Amber's POV)

“Oooo! Lets do those girly poses!” Louis suggested. “Sure.” I agreed. “Sorority pose!” I announced. The guys cocked their head in confusion. I directed them, Louis had to hug Harry’s waist with both arms and Harry does the same thing. Their bottom half of the body had to be pressed against each other. They had to lean their top half away from each other.
“There ya have it! Now Liam and Niall, you do the same thing!” I said. Zayn stood there awkwardly and fiddled with his fingers.
I chuckled and went over to him, and did the pose, but only hugging his waist with one arm and the other, holding my phone.
“Smile!” I snapped a picture and uploaded it on twitter and instagram.
“The duck face!!” Niall hollered. Everyone laughed and made the face. Louis and Zayn’s face were so scrunched up, they looked like derps! I took another picture.

*~:~*

We took about a million pictures that day, and we were on our last one. “What should we do for this one?” Niall asked. “I think this one’s for Harry and Amber.” Liam suggested.
Harry and I both stood there with our mouths wide open. “Close it. You’ll catch flies.” Louis smirked.
Niall walked over to us and snapped our mouths shut with a click.
“No!” we both yelled in union. “We are NOT going to take a picture with just the two of us!” I yelled. “Aw come one, love. I dare you.” Louis teased.
And I, being the one that never turned down a dare in my life, agreed. And surprisingly, Harry did too. I sighed, “What pose should we do?”
“Kiss!” Zayn suggested enthusiastically. “Heck to tha no!” I yelled. What was wrong with these people? I quickly searched my brain for an excuse to get out of this situation.
“I can’t take the picture if I kiss him!” I said. “We’ll take the picture.” Louis crossed his arms in victory. I racked my brain for another excuse. “Uhh…er…ermm..” Yeah, THAT sounded smart.
Meanwhile, Harry was just standing there, admiring my discomfort. That little ass!
My mind came up blank the next time I tried to think up another excuse. “Fine! But only the cheek!” I demanded. “Ok. Only the cheek. But there’s a catch. You have to let Harry carry you, bridal style or something.” Louis said. My mouth once again dropped open. I quickly snapped it shut and crossed my arms. “Fine.”
Harry hadn’t said anything up until now, “So.. erm…” He held his arms out and squeezed them side by side to carry me. I stood there, awkwardly. How was I supposed to get on? I can’t just jump in his arms. What if he drops me? That would be embarrassing for the both of us!
“Chop chop, mate!” Zayn clapped his hands in an impatient manner. Harry scooped me up in his arms. I was so surprised, I instinctively wrapped my arms around his neck in a holy-shit-I’m-gonna-die way.
We stared into each other’s eyes until Niall interrupted us by counting down. Harry suddenly shifted me so that he was supporting my butt and we were parallel. Our eyes were still locked. He turned his head to the side so I could kiss his cheek.
Niall had the camera, and he was far away enough so he could get a picture with our whole body in it. Great, now everyone will see him carrying me.
“Three.. two…” Niall counted. I took a deep breath and leaned in. “One..” Just as I was about to kiss his cheek, it was as if this was a cliché movie or book, he turned his head and my lips landed on his. There was a wolf whistle from all the boys, Niall kept snapping away, like a weird child he is.
I was still shocked; his velvet lips started moving on mine. I couldn’t help it, my lips moved in sync with his and we melted into each other. He tasted so good, like strawberries and chocolate.
My eyes fluttered shut and I ran a hand through his soft, brown locks. He moaned. He was still supporting me with one hand, and the other went up to my neck and pulled us closer together.
My butt suddenly made contact with the sink. Our kiss never stopped. Harry stood between my legs, I wrapped them around his waist and pulled him closer. My hands drifted from his hair to his neck. I had that tingly feeling from my head to my toes. It felt amazing.
Gosh, he kisses good. He must’ve had a lot of practice.. With a LOT of other girls.. That are probably a lot prettier than me. Why am I kissing him…?

With that thought, I shoved him away from me.
We were both breathing heavily as we stared at each other.
“I-… I can’t do this.” I whispered, backing away. I looked around the bathroom and all
the boys have left. My back hit the door and I reached behind me and yanked he door
open. Harry didn’t make a move to stop me. His face was full of emotion. Sad, anger,
regret, heartbroken.
I stepped through the doorway and ran to my room. I closed the door and leaned against it. I slid down and sat on the ground with my head in my hands and my elbows on my knees. What was I thinking?
That I could just kiss him and we could act like nothing happened? What if he likes me?
What if I like him? No. That’s not possible. Even IF we start dating, I would get so much hate. He would cheat on me, and I would be heartbroken.
But I don’t like him, how could I? He’s so full of himself! And caring, and sweet, and damn, his lips were so soft!
I felt like pulling my hair out of my head. I just needed to get my feelings in check!
So I went into full hibernation mode.
First, I needed food, lots of it. I gradually opened to door so it wouldn’t creak. I didn’t really want to talk to people right this moment. I pressed my back against the wall and flattened myself against it. I tiptoed down the hallway, bit by bit. Putting my weight on one foot and leaning forward really fast and then putting the other foot in front.
I probably looked like a lunatic, but I didn’t care. I just wanted my food. I came to a corner, and I ran into someone. Luckily, their hands came up and righted me. I REALLY didn’t want to talk right now..
“Hey Amber. Did you enjoy yourself today?” Niall teased. My tensed state relaxed. Somehow, I felt I lot more comfortable around him than with any of the other boys.
“Don’t wanna talk about that.” I mumbled.
“Did Harry hurt you!? Because if he did, I’ll stick his balls so far up his ass-“ Niall fumed, but I cut him off. “No! No. It’s nothing.”
He studied my face, then down at my position and smirked, “What are you planning to do?”
“Hibernate.”
“Want me to do it with you?” he asked.
“Hell yeah. To the kitchen!!” I yelled.

Chapter 13

(Harry's POV)

“Harry, what happened?” Liam asked as I rounded up the boys after Amber walked out on me.
“Um.. well.. er..” I stuttered. “Harry, what happened to Amber?” Niall asked worriedly. “What could be wrong with her?” Zayn asked, confused.
“That’s not the problem. Well, that IS a problem, but, there’s another one.” I stated. “What is it, Hazza?” Louis asked. I blew out a sigh, “Amber… she can’t be seen by ANYONE.”
“What?” Niall asked, confused. “She can’t leave the house again. It was a close one at the mall with the paparazzi. That can’t happen again. If it does, her life might be ruined. She’ll get hate, and she won’t be able to live her life! Everyone will be bothering her, and she’ll be completely devastated!” I took a long breath after my mini rant.
Everyone’s mouths were formed into an ‘o.’
“He’s right, she can’t leave the house no matter what.” Liam agreed. “Does she know that she’s a prisoner here now?” Niall asked. “I wouldn’t say prisoner…” I trailed off. “But no, she can’t know about this.” I finished.
“Are you sure they didn’t take a picture of her? I mean, if they took one, it could be on the front page by tomorrow!” Zayn exclaimed.
“That won’t happen.” I assured them. “And what about all the pictures we took and uploaded onto the internet? Everyone could’ve seen it by now!” Liam added.
“That won’t happen either. She’s probably not even that popular.” I said.
I hope..

Chapter 14

(Harry's POV)

Oh shit.
That was the only thought in my head as Louis accusingly slapped the newspaper on the table. “Fuuuuuuuck..” I groaned. Abandoning my half finished breakfast on the table and snatching the paper off of the table.
‘IS HARRY STLYES TAKEN?’ was in big, bold letters across the page. And below it, was a picture of me, bent over and face to face with Amber at the mall parking lot. Luckily, it only showed my face. Amber’s was facing the side. So they don’t know who the girl is. Woah.. that looked suspicious. I was only asking her if she was ok!
Underneath that was a picture of me carrying her to the car. And that one showed her face.
And below that were some of the pictures we took in the bathroom. Including the one with Amber and I lip-locked.
“Uh huh. ‘That won’t happen’ my ass.” He mockingly quoted me. “What’s up?” Niall walked in, with only his boxers. “Look at this.” Louis said and showed him the paper while I buried my face in my hands.
When I raised my head, all the boys were in the kitchen, surrounding the newspaper.
“…Harry Styles was seen with Amber Smith at the mall, Harry was carrying Amber to the car when she fell… Apparently, they were having a picture day and Ms. Smith and Mr. Styles got a little carried away…is Harry Styles taken?” Liam mumbled. “It can’t be THAT bad.. I mean, nobody reads the newspaper anymore!” I tried.
“Yeah, but some people still do! And when they see this, they’ll tell their friends, and their friends will tell THEIR friends. And soon, pretty much the whole Earth population will know about this.” Liam clarified.
“This isn’t good…” Louis muttered. “No, it isn’t.” Zayn settled. “ARE you taken, Harry?” Niall studied me. My face completely dropped of all emotions I had before, and replaced it with a blank expression. I lightly touched my lips as I remembered the feel of Amber’s on them. Her hands running through my locks of hair..
“What’s going on in here?” Amber rubbed her eyes. God, she’s beautiful. She avoided my gaze. In fact, she ignored me completely

. Everyone sat down with a thump as fast as they could. Louis sat on Zayn’s lap. He did a HORRIBLE job at pretending he wasn’t doing anything guilty. He crossed his legs and sat up with his back straight, laying his hands on top of each other on his knees in a girly way.
Niall and Liam had their own seat. Niall quickly snatched the newspaper and laid it facing down.
Zayn was whistling ‘Row, Row, Row Your Boat.’
This all went down in a matter of seconds. Amber eyed the paper, then the boys, (not me) suspiciously. “What’s going on…?”
“Nothing! Nothing at all!” Niall said quickly. I mentally face- palmed myself. Why are my friends such bad actors? But then again, I suck too.
I went on iCarly once, and man was I bad!
“Uh huh..” she nodded, unconvinced. She walked slowly to the fridge and pulled out an arm full of food while we all sat there and stared at her. She kept her eyes on us as her body turned around and grabbed some more food.
She scooped it all up and slowly walked out of the kitchen, her eyes still trained on us (again, everyone but me.)
Everyone breathed out a sigh and Niall flipped the newspaper over quite loudly. I felt a breeze go by me as Amber quickly ran by the table, snatched the paper, and ran back out.
It took a moment for us to realize what she did, but it was too late, she had already read the headlines as we ran up to her on the couch. I studied her face, her mouth formed an ‘o’ as she read the article. We all waited for her reaction.
“Da fuq…?” she muttered. “And they think this is true?” she turned to us. Well, the boys, not me. She was still avoiding me. I couldn’t help it, when she said that, my heart gave a jolt. She doesn’t want

it to be true? It didn’t make sense. Why would I have that kind of reaction to what she said? Maybe because you like her… or maybe even love…

A little voice in my head said. I pushed the thought away. No way! I mean, that kiss was amazing, but I can’t like her! She’s a Directionator, for crying out loud!
But that doesn’t change that fact that she’s sweet, outgoing, sarcastic, annoying, and can stuff ANYTHING in her mouth and not get fat..
“Apparently.” Zayn answered. “There is

that one photo of you two kissing…” Louis pointed out. Everyone whipped their head around and gave Niall a glare. He was

the one who uploaded that photo online.
“Sorry?” he mumbled.
“Just forget it. Nothing happened.” I said when I finally found my voice. I carefully avoided looking at Amber’s face when I said that. I didn’t want to see her reaction.
It was hard enough saying it.
Suddenly, the newspaper slammed against the table. I looked up, and Amber was storming out of the living room.
“C’mon, man!” Niall complained, he pushed off the couch and followed after Amber.
“Dude that was cold..” Zayn said. And then followed Niall.
“You shouldn’t have said that.” Liam looked at me, disappointed. Then he walked in the direction of the boys.
“She didn’t deserve that.” Louis gave me a look and walked off with the boys.
“But SHE was the one who didn’t want this to happen! It’s not my fault!” I protested.
"No!" Jimmy protested.

Chapter 15

 (Harry's P.O.V.)

 

Ack. This is baaaad. Amber hasn’t been out of her room in hours, and that’s sayin something. She’s usually in the kitchen rummaging around looking for food.

 The guys have been giving me the cold shoulder. Of course they’d side with the lady…it kind of hurt, seeing that we’ve known each other for about a year. Yet they still chose her over me.

 I was currently in the kitchen, drowning my sorrows in Capri Sun. I swear, my mouth feels like crap. It’s like someone took a bottle of super glue and dumped it down my throat, and then shoved a bunch of fruits down for good measure.

 That’s how weird my mouth feels. I didn’t want to slur my words when I talk to her, so I didn’t drink any beer. Beer breath is probably a huge turn off for girls.

Is it possible to get drunk from Capri Sun? Yeah, probably; my eyes were crossing and I felt a huge headache coming on.

 I went to the fridge and downed some water. What was wrong with me? I never let a girl get to me! I’m Harry Edward Styles, for crying out loud! Date, do, and then dump were my motto.

 Niall walked in the room, completely ignoring me. He shoved his shoulder against mine as he headed to the fridge; I stumbled back in surprise. Luckily, the cup of water didn’t spill.

 “What’s your problem, man?” I seethed. “My problem? MY PROBLEM?” He scoffed.

 “Yeah!” I tilted me head, challenging him.

 “Are you kidding me?” he raised an eyebrow. I only stared at him with my jaw clenched.

 “My problem is that you can’t appreciate what you have! There’s a beautiful girl in that room,” he pointed in the general direction that her room was in, “and she’s crying her eyes out because of you. See, this is what you ALWAYS do. You hump and dump. You don’t even consider what the other person is feeling! And before you complain and say that you don’t hump, it’s an expression. I don’t know why, maybe it’s your looks, but you have girls falling at your feet everywhere you go. You BASK in the attention and take advantage of it. You want my advice? March up to her room and apologize like you mean it. Because I swear to you, if you don’t do it, you’re going to regret it. She’s too good for you, man. She’s strong willed, lovable, hilarious, and she doesn’t take advantage of the attention she gets. I can name a lot more, but I think you get the gist. She’s perfect and different, yet she still fell for your charms.” Niall spat and walked out of the kitchen with a pile of food in his arms, leaving me standing there, completely speechless.

 “You think I WANT this to happen?” I shouted after his retreating form. He ignored me and kept walking.

 I sighed and messed up my hair in frustration. Well I screwed up, big time; but it wasn’t my entire fault either! SHE was the one that pushed me away. SHE was the one that rejected me and said that she couldn’t do it. They couldn’t exactly blame it all on me!

 But, I have to be the balls in this relationship- or whatever Amber and I have. If not, we’re not going to go anywhere. I quickly finished the water I was drinking before Niall came in and tossed the cup in the sink.

 I shook my shoulders to relieve some of the tension. I went to Amber’s room and stood there, in front of the door like a fool. Before I had the chance to wimp out, I raised my hand and knocked on the door.

 “What?” came the reply.

 “Room service!” I hollered in a falsetto voice. “We’re not in a hotel, Harry.” She stated bluntly. Her voice sounded so close, as if she was right behind the door. I breathed out a shaky breath and leaned my forehead against the door with my arms bracing myself on the doorframe.

 “I’m so sorry.” I croaked.

 All of the times we spent together ran through my head. I only knew her for a short period of time, but already; we shared so many memories. I smiled at one distinct memory, when everyone was in disguise. Louis and I were dressed as princesses and girly girls. Then we had to run for our lives because the paparazzi were chasing us. The smile dropped off of my face when I realized that she was silent throughout my trip down Memory Lane.

 “Amber?” I asked quietly, not wanting to anger her any more than I already have.

Suddenly, the door whipped open, smacking my face in the process. “Ouch.” I groaned.

She barely opened the door, only enough to fit her petite body through and hide the room from my view. She didn’t move or anything, she just stood there in the doorway and sighed.

 “What do you want, Harry?”

 “Uh…” I said dumbly, not expecting her to open the door at all. She looked horrible; her eyes were pink and swollen, her cheeks were blotchy. Her hair looked like tumbleweed, and her clothes were creased and baggy. I took a closer look at them and realized that they were Niall’s.

 That struck a spark of jealousy. What’s he got, that I don’t? Why does she have to wear HIS clothes? Why can’t she wear MINE instead? Oh wait, because she’s mad at me.

 “Well?” she drawled. Instead of answering her, I just stood there, shuffling my feet anxiously. “If you ain’t gonna say anything intelligent, then feel free to leave.” She snapped and started to close the door, but I quickly stuck my foot between it.

 “Who said I came here to talk?” I asked mockingly. Craaaap, why did I have to say that? I’m supposed to be apologizing, not making her mad! Geez, I am NOT good at this. Apologies are SO not my thing.

 “UGH!” She groaned and slammed the door on my foot; my shoeless, vulnerable, and innocent foot.

 “OWW!” I shrieked, perfectly impersonating a girl. I hopped around on one foot and squeezed the other tightly with my hands. Man, who knew that doors could be that deadly? I whirled my head around and gave her a scathing look.

 “I… was just… kidding.” I muttered through my clenched teeth. The pain, oh the pain. I might not be able to live… tell mum I love her. And Zayn that I was the one who put green dye in his shampoo. Oops. “Well, you shouldn’t have said it.” She said with her head held high.

 “Why can’t you take a joke? Geez woman, now I know why you’re single.” I yelled. Okay, so that might’ve been a low blow. I let my foot go, completely forgetting about the pain.

 “You’re just jealous that people like me more than you!” she shot back.

 “Wait, who’s the star with millions of fans all over the world?” I tapped my finger on my chin and pretended to ponder about it. “Oh wait, it’s me.” I said with sass.

 “Touché, but at least I don’t sleep with anything with boobs and legs!” she retorted.

 “That was lame. But you know what? I bet you’re not even a virgin.” I smirked.

 “I AM!” She shrieked. “Nu uh.” I childishly shot back. Boy, was I enjoying this.

 “Screw you, Styles.” She seethed, her face was beet red. “I know you wanna, but I don’t think you know how, seeing that you claim to be a VIRGIN and all.” I know, I know, I’m supposed to be apologizing and graveling at her feet, begging for forgiveness. But this is WAY more entertaining on my part.

 “You…” by now, I’m going to go out on a limb here and say that she’s beyond furious. I wouldn’t be surprised if steam started blowing out of her ears right about now. I couldn’t help it, I had to tease her a little more, “You… what?”

 She gave a battle cry and swung the door open all the way and rugby tackled me to the ground. I didn’t even see it coming. Her fists connected themselves to my chest as she repeatedly bashed into my man boobs. I’d be lying if I said that it wasn’t a turn on.

 “Woah there!” I said, while trapping both of her small wrists in one of mine, effectively stopping her. “Hold your horses.” I teased. She struggled against my hold, screaming colorful words at me. It was so colorful; it could’ve made a ghetto unicorn jealous. It was pretty entertaining, but I had to get her to shut up before one of the maids call the cops.

 So I did the first thing that came to my mind; she stopped struggling and stared at me, astounded. I was a little shocked, myself. I mean I usually don’t do these kinds of things to girls.

 “You… PINCHED ME!” she screeched.

 And then the swearing and struggling started up again. I chuckled at her angry face; it was so adorable! “You…” she seethed and then proceeded to kick me in the shin. “Think this is FUNNY?” she slammed her face into mine, making our heads collide.

 “Oww.” I groaned, using my free hand to rub my forehead. “Not my best idea..” Amber mumbled. We both scrambled up from the floor.

 “No shit, Sherlock.” I said sarcastically. “LET. ME. GO!” She yelled. Why can’t she just shut up? I mean, is it too much to ask? Then I did the second thing that came to my mind, I kissed her. I ignored her struggles and grabbed her face between my hands. She didn’t respond at first, but her arms slowly snaked up to my neck and looped around them. Our lips parted and danced together.

 We pulled back for air and her eyes slowly started to refocus. They widened in shock and she slapped her hand on her forehead. “OH CRAP. Oh no. No, no, no, no!” She pulled away quickly and made a run for the door. “Oh no you don’t!” I sprung to action and chased her.

 I snatched her hand from the doorknob and spun her around, trapping her head between my hands. She was pressed up against the door and I was about two millimeters away from her.

 We didn’t say anything; the only sounds in the room were our labored breathing. Our eyes were locked in an intense stare. We didn’t need to say anything; we were speaking through our eyes and body language.

 Nah, I’m just kidding. We were all up in each other’s space and silent, but none of that body talking shenanigans. I was actually imagining her making me a good ole sandwich.

 “Why?” She whispered. I cocked my head to the side in confusion. She rolled her eyes, “Why are you kissing me when you can have else in the whole Earth population, male or female.” She smirked, probably her way of lighting up the mood. Great, we had just made out and she was already implying that I was gay. I don’t have a problem with gays though, they’re awesome possums!

 “Because… you’re annoying, pessimistic, annoying, bipolar, annoying, grumpy… and annoying.” I answered truthfully. I studied her face and she looked torn between wanting to punch me and strangling me in a very violent manner.

She frowned and opened her mouth to retort when I slammed my lips on hers, effectively shutting her up.

 Our energies collided and it felt amazing. The tingles and shivers running up and down my body added to the blissfulness. Everything faded away till it was just us two; I never wanted this feeling to end. Unfortunately, it ended all too quickly. I grabbed her face gently between my big hands. Her eyes fluttered shut at my touch.

 “You didn’t let me finish.” I smirked. She sighed in defeat and looked up at me. Man, I love how I easily dwarfed her with my large frame. It made her look even more adorable. “And because you’re sweet, ridiculously hilarious, and so darn lovable. When we first met, you threw me out of your car” she and I shared a smile “and I thought, ‘Wow, this chick has got guts!” I paused, “I like you, Amber.”

 There, I said it. BOOM. Look at me now, turning all mushy and crap. The guys will be SO proud. Not. After a torturous minute of wait for her reply, I grew restless. “Say something.” I begged.

 “If you’re felling the vibe!” she sang, her eyes twinkling up at me in amusement. “Say something, baby don’t be so shy!” I grinned. She smiled back and we both started rocking out to the song that we were singing. “Say something, cause you’re all in my head like,” She stepped away from me and pulled a goofy face, making the cuckoo gesture. “Ooooh oooh oooh ohh yeah, yeah.” Our voices joined and harmonized at the end and I must say it was beautiful. There was a loud applause from the door and we both whipped around to see what the source of the sound was.

 While we were singing, we probably migrated away from the door. The boys snuck in the room during that time and eavesdropped on us. Louis sniffed and wiped his fake tears away. “Dahhling, that was beautiful.” There was a shower of complements after that. It was all nice, really. But Amber and I had just gone from yelling at each other, to singing a song by Austin Mahone. We still needed to talk things out. Amber and I shared a look, and then we looked at the guys. “Get out!” we yelled in sync. They held their hands up in surrender and backed away. “Okay, okay, we’re leaving!” Liam smiled.

 He closed the door so it was just us in the room. I leaned in close and could faintly smell the Coco Puffs she had probably just ate. "So?” I asked. “Uhhh…” she stuttered. Our faces were literally inches apart, my eyes flicked down towards her lips, then back up to her eyes.

The butterflies in my stomach had babies, I was so nervous. I really liked this girl, granted, she was annoying 96% of the time, but the other 4% made up for everything.

 Great, here I go again with the lovey dovey shenanigans. This girl is turning me to an emotional chick! I leaned in a little closer and her lips separated. We were legit face to face when Louis came barging in. Oh, come ON!

 “It’s raining, IT’S RAINING!” he shouted as he repeatedly threw little square packets at us. His hand reached in a tub full of condoms and chucked more at us. We had our arms up to try to protect our faces. Those things hurt!

 “GET OUT!” I yelled. “GET THE CRAP AWAY FROM ME!” Amber screeched. He threw the last few and us and calmly walked out the door. We slowly lowered our arms from their defensive positions and breathed out a sigh of relief. “Sometimes I worry about him…” I muttered.

 “WHAT THE HECK IS WRONG WITH THAT KID?” She screamed. I winced at her loud voice, “Shh, inside voices, please.” I put a finger to my lips. When I realized she was about to go on a full on rant, I grabbed her arm and pulled her towards the door. “C’mon, lets get you something to eat.”

 As I reached to open the door, it was flung open… by Louis. We stumbled back to avoid getting smacked in the face. “WHY-” Amber started, but got hit in the face with ANOTHER handful of packets. Her face was priceless; I doubled over and laughed till there was no sound that came out of my mouth.

 I felt a smack on my face. I had been hit.. with a bunch of condoms. I’ve… been… shot… Hah, Pitch Perfect quote. “What the-”

 “You guys best wear protection! I have supplied you with MORE than enough. You best use it. Do you know how much that cost me?” He paused for effect. “No, but I’m sure you’re gonna tell us.” Amber snapped. “Over a hundred dollars! Sorry, I love you both immensely, but I would much prefer not having mini Ambers and Harrys running around.” After his rant, he strutted out of the room like he owned it.

 Amber close her eyes and slowly counted to ten. I left her alone because she only does that when she’s really mad. When she opened her eyes, I was surprised to see a smirk on her full, pink lips. I studied her face cautiously. Oh man, this can’t be good.

 “Wanna help me get him back?” she asked with an evil glint in her eyes. “Hmm.. what do you have in mind?” I chuckled and played along.

 “Oh, there’s so much I can think of, I don’t know which to pick.” The devilish smirk was still evident on her pretty face.

 “Of course you would be full of ideas.” I teased and walked over to the bed. I sat down and tapped on the spot next to me, “Come, we shall ponder about this predicament.”

 “Aye aye, cap’n!” she winked.

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