Harry’s POV:

I decided to leave this place, walking past the unconscious body that laid still on the tiled floor. I opened the glass door and the bell rang above my head, but I didn’t let it discourage me. I put on my sunglasses and my hat to disguise myself from nearby fans, as I was not in the mood to be around anyone at the moment. I can't believe these people. I can't believe Amber...

I shoved my hands into my pockets and began to walk to the car, only to be stopped by my thoughts. She could use it to drive home. If she wants her arse beat, she could use something to get home. I proceeded to walk past the car, making sure that the keys were still there.

My head cleared up and my pulse slowed down. The white knuckles faded away, and my jaw relaxed. I have to remember to keep my temper low. I don’t even recall what happened, when my vision went blurred but I don't care. When everything came to mind, I just saw the unconscious body in front of me, and my bloody hand, I had to get out, at least that was what my temper kept telling me.

I hid my hands in my pockets as I looked down to my white converse. They kicked pebbles along the sidewalk getting slightly dirty, and feeling the wind blowing at the exposed curls of my beanie as I looked up in front of me. Many cars drove by past me, the sound of horns honking becoming frequent, but not concerning me at all. At least, for now.

I cannot help but think of one major question; why didn’t she tell me about her abusive boss? Why did she have to lie to me? Now that I think about it, does Chasity go through the same thing? Or just Amber? I thought back to all of the times I saw Chasity, and I remembered how her hair was always draped on her right shoulder, shielding that side of her face. She probably goes through the same thing as well. Why don’t they say something, anything then? They shouldn't have to go through something like this. They can at least mention it, for crying out loud! Is it that hard to speak?

Then again, we have only known each other for what, a couple weeks? But only talked about three times? What if he threatened them? Maybe I shouldn't have had blown at her like that. I heard from behind me a car pull up, and honk their horn. I had a small hope that it was Amber, trying to say sorry, and at least a thank you for beating up the guy who actually had the courtesy to slap her without hesitation, but my mind thought back to who I was, and where I was. I can't.

Harry Styles, in One Direction, on the streets, alone. It could be another fan who is trying to get my attention. This happens more often than none, so I just pretend to not hear it and continue walking. After taking a few deep breaths I felt like myself again. The car horn goes off again, making my head turn to see who pulled over, and to my surprise it was just Chasity. She stared at me for a moment, studying me.

“You coming?” She finally asked me.

It would have been another ten minutes at least to arrive at the house by foot, and I have to save the most of my energy that I could. I nodded and got into the car, soon driving off. It was silent for the most part, the quiet hum of the radio playing in the background. I looked out the window, seeing multiple people walking, mostly people around my age, holding hands, smiling and laughing as they continue their walk down the streets, looking happy as they can be. I wonder if Amber and I could ever be like that, one day. What am I saying, she doesn't like me and I don't like her.

I glanced over to Chasity, as she drove the car, keeping her focus on the road. I tried to look to where her hair was, and it was draped on her right shoulder, like I thought. She then sensed that I was staring, and as if reading my mind, she began to speak.

“If you’re wondering if I get slapped like that too, I do.” She said softly. “That’s why my hair is on my right shoulder. Mr. Sanchez tends to slap me on the same cheek, so the pain will grow bigger with each slap." She pauses. "Amber gets it on both, sometimes.” She added. I flinched when she said that.

She pushed her hair back, exposing her right cheek to me. A fainted red mark was revealed, and it was the same size as the one on Amber’s face, just not as colored. I could tell that he hasn't hit her in a couple days.

“Do you let him hit you?” I asked quietly. She hesitated for a moment, but then nodded slightly.

“Why?” I questioned, feeling the anger build up again.

“If we fight back, it will make the pain worse. I tried once, but that didn’t go too well. Amber tried the same, and it ended just as bad.” We came to a stop light, and she gripped the wheel slightly, as if recalling her memory.

“Does anyone else know?” I ask. She shook her head.

“Currently, no one else but you. You just happen to walk in at that precise moment, catching it.” She said, shrugging her shoulders slightly. I look down on my hand, the memory of what just happened, fading away.

“Chasity, what did I do…?” I asked her, and judging by the look on her face, she was surprised at my question.

“What are you talking about?” She asked me, somewhat chuckling as if I said a bad joke as she accelerated the car once the light turned green again.

“What did I do?” I asked once more in a more serious manner. I looked at my red-stained hand and held it out to see the staining blood once more. She looked at my hand as well before turning back to the road while sighing.

“Well… You beat the absolute crap out of our boss, told us to quit our jobs, and go back home… Even grabbed her by her wrist, no doubt leaving a mark at your strength." She stated harshly. My breathing became heavy as my eyes widened.

"Is there a mark?" I whispered.

'Don't know." She shakes her head. "Anyway, Amber refused, you got pissed, started asking why. She told you, our boss stood up again, and you punched him once more, causing him to fall unconscious. You told us to grab our stuff and leave. Once more, Amber refused, and you told her to and I quote ‘Stay here and get your arse beat. See if I care!’ following with a mumble of ‘To think that I liked someone like you. Should have known you were just like the others… Stubborn brat.’” She finished, trying to mimic my accent, but failing miserably. My mouth fell open at my own words that I do not remember. I said that? Did I really say that I was comparing her to… No.

“I need to apologize to her. I didn’t mean to say that.” I frown. We got to the house and pulled into the driveway.

“Well, by the way you stormed out of the café the way you did, you made it obvious that you did mean it.” She said, putting the car into park, becoming angry at me. I wouldn't blame her. If I were her I wouldn't even have come by to drive me back, I would have left me walking on my own, wishing it would rain on me.

“Were there any bystanders?” I ask. She shook her head.

“The café was actually empty. Once you left, close behind me customers came in. Speaking of which…” She pulled out her phone, and began to text something, before placing it back into her back pocket.

“Alright… Going back to earlier… Why doesn’t anyone else know?” I pressed on.

“He said that if we were to tell anyone about this…” She paused, but didn’t continue. Worst case scenarios immediately ran through my mind, and I imagine which situation they were in, so I nodded my head in understanding. He would do it again… Harder.

“Yeah…” She trailed off. We both got out of the car and met at the door. Chasity softly knocked on the door.

“Do you think that if I text her, she will respond? Her boss is unconscious, so… He wouldn’t care…” I asked as we waited for the door to open.

“Obviously not, since, well, she can get, really sensitive when it comes to these things… That’s all I will say.” She says before the door opened, and revealed a confused Liam.

“What are you doing back, Chasity? Weren't you just at work?” He asks with a grin, before staring at me. He looked down to my hands, mostly to the blood covered one that were by my side, and I quickly shoved them into my pockets, but he saw them before I could do so. His grin changed into a horrible frown.

“Oh, for Christ’s sake, Harry! Get in!” He whisper-yelled as he tugged on my upper arm, guiding me through the living room to the kitchen. I hid my hands from the girls as they saw me, smiles growing on their small faces.

“Hawy!!!” they cheered. I waved with my blood- free hand. The guys saw me being dragged by Liam as well and they all had confused looks.

“Hello girls.” I smiled at them, hoping my dimples will replace the wave. Of course, it did. Chasity stayed with the guys and girls. Once we were in the kitchen, he grabbed a bunch of paper towels, watered them, and began to work on my bloody knuckles.

“Start talking Harry.” He said, as he removed the blood. I opened my mouth but he cut me off. “Wait, before you say anything, and I mean anything, were there any paps?” He asked. I shook my head. “Alright, proceed.” He said, tending to my hand.

Once I told him all that I knew, with a few extras from Chasity, he was shocked as well. Not at the part where I beat up their boss, even though he was disappointed in me for doing so, for almost killing him, but the reason behind it. Chasity left the room right after she cussing me out, and joining the rest of the boys.

“It makes more sense, now that I think about it.” I said, as Liam finished with my hand. “Do you think that she hates me, Liam?” I asked him. He let go of my hand once he finished bandaging it. I must have punched him pretty bad to get a knuckles like these.

“Well, you apparently told her that you don’t like her anymore, mate. Most girls would get pretty bummed out, when their crush doesn’t like them back. And to be honest, I think she may be afraid of you.” He stated. I sighed, and used my free hand to run my fingers through my hair. I had already removed my hat, shoes, and sunglasses halfway through the bandages. This was the first time she has seen me like this, I would actually be surprised if she wasn't afraid of me by now.

Chasity had put the girls in their rooms, as it was apparently their bed time. It is currently 8:00 pm, and Amber won’t be back until 9:30 or so. I should have controlled my temper sooner… But seeing her boss’ hand impact her face, and fall to the ground, make something go off inside of me, causing me to lose control of myself. I couldn’t help it. What man is capable of sleeping at night, while doing that to his employees? The image of her getting hurt made me feel sick to my stomach. Involuntarily, I took my phone out, and began to text her.

To: Ms. Starstruck:
I’m sorry for snapping at you earlier, can we talk?

Liam and I walked back to the living room, and immediately the guys’ eyes met with mine, all filled with disappointment. They all looked down to my bandaged hand.

“Really Harry…? I thought this wasn't going to happen again...” Louis said quietly. I could tell by the look on Chasity’s face that she had told them what happened. I sighed and sat down next to Louis. He placed his arm around my shoulders and hugged me from the side. I rested my head on his shoulder as I slouched down, and pulled out my phone once more, hoping to see the notification that isn’t showing up… I texted her once more.

To: Ms. Starstruck:
Amber, please, call me, or text me. I know that you see my text messages. You know you want to respond to me. Please, I’m sorry.

Once it sent, I smudged my hands all over my face, trying to ignore the empty feeling forming inside.

“Harry.” I heard Chasity call out to me. I removed my hands and looked over to her, who has taken her place next to Niall. He had his arm around her as well. “Just wait until she gets back…” I sighed in defeat and nodded.

The guys decided to pass the time that we should watch a movie. I didn’t even catch the name of the movie, or watched it as I held my phone, hoping that she could text me. I watched the lock screen, waiting for a notification from Ms. Starstruck pop up, but never did. The one thing that did pull me out of my trance however, was the sound of a car pulling into the house. I stood up and so did everyone else. I looked at the time and it read 8:40. Liam rushed to the front door.

Amber’s POV:

I pull into the house, and some of the lights in the house were on. I got out of the car and grabbed the bag of jackets before I made my way to the front door. I was able to see multiple silhouettes on the draped curtains to the living room. Many figures stood around one curly headed figure.

Great, he is here. I began to think, why should I even enter the house? He made his point, saying that he doesn’t like me. He probably doesn’t even want to be around me, anyways. What if he is still mad and hurts me?I could just text Chasity and tell her that I will be somewhere else, at a sleepover- too late. The front door opened and out popped Liam.

“Amber, you’re early.” He said quietly, as he closed the door behind him, joining me outside. I shrugged.

“My shift is covered.” I said. He nodded his head in understanding.

“You know that he is sorry?” Liam asked me. I nodded my head hesitantly. How could he?

“I need to tell you something Amber, it’s very important.” Liam said quietly. I nodded my head for him to continue. “Alright, well as you may have noticed already, Harry has a problem with his temper.” I rolled my eyes and was about to scoff but he held his hand up. I looked back to Liam. “It can easily be flared and when his eyes go dark, he isn’t capable of controlling himself. Things will happen and he will say things that he won’t mean. It’s kind of like he is intoxicated by his own anger. When he showed up here with Chasity, I knew from his eyes and posture that he lost control again.” He said, giving me a moment to take in what he was saying.

“Again? Has he always been like this?” I ask him. He shook his head.

“Not always. Sometimes it was just moments where we think that he woke up on the wrong side of the bed, or when he just isn't well, but it wasn’t as bad to the point where he would almost kill a man with his bare hands, or even hurt you…” He said awkwardly, scratching the back of his neck. The image of Harry almost beating the life out of Mr. Sanchez came to the front of my mind, and the darkness in his eyes as he continued to pound Mr. Sanchez… The blood running from his nose and mouth, his life draining out of him, until Chasity and I were able to get him off. The cold eyes staring right into my soul, a terrifying sight.

“Has he done it before?” I asked. He stiffened and paused for a moment.

“Almost beat the life out of someone? Well... Yes… Sort of. With his last girlfriend. She was in the same situation as you. But instead of her boss, it was her father.” Oh.

“Oh.” I said. He nodded his head. “What happened to her?” I asked.

“She… She left him. She didn’t like that he almost put her father in the hospital, so she broke it off and went out with an old friend of his, never calling him or texting him again.”

“Wow. That’s harsh.” I said quietly.

“Which brings me to my next thing: He really does like you… A lot. I can tell.” He said smiling. “But I want to make sure that what happened before won’t happen again. If he does ask you out, you won’t ever hurt him, right?” he asked me. I nodded my head.

“I’m already hurt enough, anyways. Why bother inflict pain on others?” I said quietly. His hand then reached out and caressed my face gently. He tilted my head to the side, to observe the red mark on my face from Mr. Sanchez. I winced slightly as he touched it.

“Harry and Chasity told me what happened… Are you alright?” He asked me. I nodded my head, while pulling it away from his grasp. He grabbed both of my wrists, seeing the faint bruise forming on my left wrist. It was a shock for me too, since I nor the Parsons has spotted that yet.

“This isn’t the first time. It happens frequently. It’s okay.” I mention.

“Frequently?” He asks me, shock written all over his features. I nod my head once more.

“Not with Harry," I quickly clear up. "With my boss. It’s okay, really.” I assured him.

“Alright…” It took him a moment, but he let the topic go. I don’t want to see Liam do the same thing as Harry did only hours earlier.

“Can I come in…?” I asked Liam after a moment of silence, feeling foolish that I’m asking permission to enter my own home. He opened the door for me, allowing me to enter the house.

I walked by the living room, and saw everyone around the television in the living room, watching a movie. I saw Harry and his bandaged hand. Once he saw me, his eyes went wide as he shot out of his spot between Zayn and Louis, making me jump back. They watched him stand, which brought their attention from the movie to me, specifically the red hand print on the right side of my face.

Harry walked over to me, and I immediately step back, watching his eyes widen. He takes another and I turned on my heel to the staircase, knowing he is very close on my tail. I heard low voices from everyone else, probably asking Liam what happened. My head began to spin, and my legs began to feel weak.

I walked past the girls’ room, making sure that they were asleep. I creaked the door open slightly, just enough to poke my head through the door. Thankfully they were fully asleep, so I quietly closed the wooden door, and proceeded to my room. I threw the bag of jackets on my bed, and sat down. I held my head in my hands and massage my temples, as it begins to pound. I saw from the corner of my eye Harry standing at the doorway, observing me.

“What?” I mumbled. He sighed and walked in, closing the door behind him. He then took a knee in front of me, but I didn’t dare look his way. The urge to see the vision is becoming strong, but I don’t want to freak him out again. He opened his mouth, but once he took a good look at my wrist, he must have changed his words.

“Are you okay?” He asked me. I nod, my head pounding.

“My iPod, please.” He scanned my room, looking around. He saw my desk and saw it resting there, wrapped in the white ear buds. He un-coiled it and handed it to me. By the time that I had it in my hand, and turned on the screen, my body went limb, and my vision went blurry. I felt myself falling back onto the bed, Harry reaching out for me but missing me. I laid down on my side, the red mark that stained my face facing up.

“Amber. Talk to me.” He said, freaking out. I used up the remainder of my energy to bring my hand to the air, motioning for him to stop. I let my hand fall to the side, and began to move him away from me. I closed my eyes and covered my face with my hands.

When I opened my eyes, I wasn’t at the usual home anymore. If anything, it was my old elementary school. I recognized my teachers, as they walk by the hallways with all of their students walking right behind them in a single file line, chatting among themselves, excited as they were nearing the outside doors, getting ready for recess. I saw the girl from my other visions talking with what seemed to be her friends.

“Whoa, what happened to your face? Did you use the paints again?” one of them asked her, pointing to the red mark on her face, but the girl from the other visions shook her head.

“No, I was sleeping on my hand again.” She said quietly, touching her face. I brought my hand up to my cheek, feeling the pain shoot through.

“Girl, don’t lie to me.” Her friend protested with sass.

“Honest!” she replied to her friend. All of the other students as they walk by were questioning the same thing, so the girl from my other visions stayed quiet.

“When you decide to tell me what is up, let me know, kay, Hudson?” the friend said to her before walking away, the others soon joining her. Hudson…? She then stops in her place, and stands alone in the hallway, watching her friends leave her behind. Her teacher looked back and saw her standing in place.

“Ms. Hudson, please come join the rest of your class.” The teacher scolded her, causing the other kids to snicker and ooo. She looked up and saw her fellow classmates laugh and point at her, before running out the door to recess. She slowly trails behind the group, and as she walked to the door, the door shines a bright light, getting even brighter with every step she took closer to it. When she got outside, the metal doors shut with a loud bang.

Hudson.

I re-open my eyes and saw that I was no longer at the foot of the bed. Harry has his back on the head board, looking across the room to the TV that was on. It made the room brighter than it usually was as it played commercials.

The sun was down, and the moon was beginning to shine through my windows, casting a light glow to add to the TVs light. My head was on Harry’s lap, as I looked up slightly to see him watching the TV. I felt his hand run through my hair gently, causing me to flinch. He looked down at me and studied my face before smiling.

“Had a good nap?” He asked me quietly. His eyes were puffy and red, making it obvious that he had been crying. I wouldn't be surprised if they were fake. I sat up and began to walk to my dresser, getting some pajamas out before stepping into the bathroom, completely ignoring his pleas to talk. I set my pajamas down and turned on the shower.

“Amber, can we please talk?” He asked through the door.

“Kind of busy.” I stated, while removing my clothes and tossing them into the hamper in the corner of the room. It was getting pretty full, so I have to do the laundry soon.

“Well, when you’re done?” He asked. I stayed silent, hoping he would get the hint that I don’t want to talk. “I’m going to stay here until you answer me, Amber… I'm not leaving” He said quietly. I walked towards the door, pressing my ear against it. I heard him humming on the floor, which meant that he was sitting at the bottom of the door. I scoffed but got into the shower.

The water running down my body felt relaxing as I used the soap and began to process what had occurred this time in the vision. She is a Hudson. Now that I think about her, how she looks, how she acts, she resembles the girls, but my question is, which one? I didn’t want to ponder on it too much, so I pushed it aside for now. I turned off the shower once I was finished, and wrapped my towel around my body.

Once it was secure, I looked at myself in the mirror, since I haven’t actually seen the mark myself yet. The mark was bigger than it usually was, so Mr. Sanchez must have been really pissed. Yet, it wasn’t my fault. Harry, no. It wasn’t his fault. He can’t be put up for blame right now. But, Marissa can be. All I can remember the most is that look on her face when I saw her before leaving the parking lot. She knew I had to be at work.

She practically knows my work hours, just so she could come and make a fool out of me. She must have been around in the food court, saw me in my uniform, and just had to make a move. Her ‘friend’ Wendy Smith, was actually a One Direction fan. She must have told Marissa about Harry, and made her move there, taking her time with Harry.

I don’t even know what bothers me more, the fact that she did this, purposely, or the fact that when she gave him her number, her little speech about me, and how better she was than me, and Harry didn’t say or do anything! He looked completely interested at the least. He takes me out, and when I thought that he actually likes me, he throws a curve ball, making me feel un-important. I'm just not good enough... I slide down to the floor, bringing my legs to chest, wrapping my arms around tightly, crying softly at my my own words.

“Amber? Are you done yet?” Harry called out from his spot behind the door. I sighed, knowing that no matter what I do, he will still stay. I stood up and let my towel drop to the floor, and replaced it with my pajamas. I stood a foot or two away from the door and opened it, knowing that Harry was leaning on the door. He falls on his back, and looks up at me with a sheepish smile forming on his face. I roll my eyes and walk past him, heading out to the hallway.

“Amber…” He started, but I ignore him and continue walking.

“Amber... I’m sorry for what I said, okay?” He tries again, but I still walk away. I make it to the stop of the stair case, and I was going to go down them, but a hand on my wrist stops my movements, pain shooting up my body.

"OW!" I yelp, falling to my knees.

"Sorry, sorry. I forgot." He says sadly.

Next thing I know, I’m pulled back this time by my waist, and dragged into my room. I don’t even bother fighting against him, since I remember how strong he can get, which brought fear to me again. He is going to be the death of me, I know it. He lets go of me and lets me walk into my bedroom. I walk in and sit on my bed, waiting for the worst. He closes the door behind him before leaning against it.

“We need to talk.” He tells me in a serious yet nervous tone.

Notes

Hey guys! Hope you all had a great Memorial Day Weekend! I'd like to start of by saying please forgive me of my absence, I am a horrible writer. :( I had too much band/school stuff going on this week, but mostly band. I feel like I wrote too much... What do you guys think? Too much? Not enough? Comment/vote/subscribe if you haven't yet!! So please keep them coming!! Feedback is appreciated greatly.

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