Amber’s POV:

Sitting in my room is probably one of the most tiring things I could do right now. The girls are downstairs watching TV together, mom and dad are out doing who knows what, which leaves me in my room. My dad came back from the hospital the day after the guys left the house.

I never did tell my parents that they came to the house, I but did say that they were in town and we were able to meet them. They don’t want people at the house that they don’t know personally. Anyways, my father brought back lots of medication, and even some blankets and pillows that were supposed to stay at the hospital. He can’t ever help himself when it comes to this.

It’s been two weeks since the guys have been to my house. They already left to continue their tour, and do what they do best: Bring smiles to the faces of many Directioners, even though this is the last state they are travelling before the tour's over.

It’s been two weeks since Harry and I talked. We talked about what happened, including what had happened between us. Eventually, we decided to start over, and when he had time, he would text me to prove it to me. But he never did. I did receive messages from the other guys from time to time, and they even followed me on twitter as well. I reach to the side to check my phone once more, yet still nothing. My bruise is fading, as it was only a small one, so it was easy to hide.

Also, it’s been two weeks since my last vision. Don’t know whether or not that is a good or bad thing. It’s good because I’m not passing out anymore, but it’s bad because left me with a cliff hanger. The girl from my visions is a Hudson, so she may be related to me, or actually be one of my sisters.

As for Mr. Sanchez, he woke up from his state of unconsciousness, and thought it was a dream, telling me and Chasity about it the following day, followed by more pain as we came late, thinking that he wasn't coming that day.

“Ambey!” I heard Charisa yell from downstairs. I get up from bed and quickly yet calmly walk downstairs.

Whenever she calls out to me like that, it meant that my parents were outside. Arguing. When I join my sisters in the living room, I look out the window to see my parents carrying bags that contained groceries, and smaller bags that were from a different store. They barge into the house, slamming the door open.

“Amber, go get the rest of the groceries and put them away. We need a word afterwards.” My mother says quietly but sternly. Usually when she says something like that, a fight is beginning to spur. That isn’t good.

“Girls, to your room.” I whispered to them. They nodded without questioning. Charisa held Hope’s hand and guided them to their room in silence. I grabbed the bags from my parents’ grasp, and began to put things away. Once I finished, they brought me to the living room, and had me sit down.

“Amber, is there something that you need to tell me, maybe something that happened while your father and I were not here?” She asks me, tilting her head to the side slightly.

“Like?” I asked quietly. She walks over to the counter, reaches into a small bag, and pulls out magazines and threw them onto the coffee table in front of me. The front covers were plastered with our house, and One Direction walking in/out of the house, with me and the girls surrounded by the guys, and in some magazines, just Harry. I gulped.

I dared to look at my mother, who had her arms crossed in front of her with a mad face. That face triggering my brain to the flashbacks, the mother. How did I not realize that? In the flashbacks, she looks so much younger, that’s probably why. Then, it’s either Charisa, Hope, or, me.

“Well?” She asks impatiently. I couldn’t lie to her. I had to say the truth.

“They came by to the café, and we met up there. I told them that Charisa, Hope and I were fans, and they wanted to meet them. So, they came.” I said, half truthfully.

“Oh, really?” She asks. I nod my head. “Then, why does this magazine have a picture of you and this curly headed fellow in our car? Driving it?” She asks again, becoming impatient.

“We went to the mall.” I shrugged.

“And what did you get at the ‘mall’?” She says, sitting down in the couch across from me, next to my father who was sending daggers my way.

“A new jacket, be-“

“It’s summer, Amber. You don’t need those.” My father interrupts me. I open my mouth but was motioned to not speak.

“Are you dating him?” My mother asks me. I shook my head quickly.

“It sure looks that way. I don’t want you near him. He is just another celebrity that will just use you.” Yeah, because you guys don’t use me whatsoever. That’s cool. Wait.

“What do you mean to not talk to him?” she looked through some of the magazines, before pulling one out in particular, and points to the bottom corner to see a small caption:

Harry Styles seems to be interested in this girl named Amber, since he now follows her on twitter, @Amber.Hudson. Wasn't seen with the other guys one night, found him next morning at her house! Did something go down last night? Or is it another fling?

“Seriously, Amber. We don’t live under a rock. GO to your room. NOW.” She says, pointing to the stair case, yelling.

“But mom-” I started but she cuts me off.

“But nothing! Go!” She says again. I sigh and walk to my room, closing the door behind me. I hear my phone vibrate on my bed. I walked over to it, and saw my body outline on the bed sheets still. I grabbed my phone, and saw a text from Louis.

From: Tommy:
Hey Bambi! Missed me? ;) We got a break, finally! Just finished a concert. The crowd was amazing!! How are you?

He always know what to say, that will bring a smile to my face.

To: Tommy:
Hey Tommy! Yeah, I do. All of you. :c Lots, actually.

From: Tommy:
We miss you too, trust me. Niall misses your food. :P But you didn’t answer my question, how are you?

To: Tommy:
Could be better :/

From: Tommy:
Talk to me.

To: Tommy:
Life can just be difficult. My mom and dad came back with magazines that had us on it, specifically Harry and I. They weren’t too happy.

From: Tommy:
Ah, upset parents. I hear you. Went through that myself sometimes. Have you talked to Harold about it lately? :P

To: Tommy:
That’s another thing. Before you guys left, he told me that he would text me when he gets the chance to. So far, he hasn’t…

From: Tommy:
WHAT? I’m on it. One second.

To: Tommy
Please, don’t talk to him about it. I don’t want to seem like a stalker.

From: Tommy:
But Bambi, he didn’t keep a promise :c

To: Tommy:
It doesn’t matter to me anymore. Trust me.

From: Tommy:
Are you sure…? I could go kick his arse for ya!

To: Tommy:
Yeah, I’m sure.

From: Tommy:
Alright. You says so :P

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Louis and I continued to talk for a bit more, we were joined by Liam, but then Liam went to sleep. Before I knew it, Louis ended up falling asleep as well. He told that he would go talk to Harry either way, see what he still thinks about me. A knock on the door pulls me out of my train of thought, and enters my sisters hand in hand.

“Are you okai sis?” Hope asks me. I nod my head.

“Yeah, I’m alright girls. What are you two doing here?” I ask them. It’s like 9:30 at night, and they should be asleep by now. Deep asleep actually.

“We couldn’t sleep. We had to make sure that you were okay.” Charisa says sweetly. I smile at their sweetness.

“I’m alright girls.” I get up and off the bed. “Let’s get you two back to your beds. You should be asleep.” I walked to the door to join them, but they didn’t move. “What’s wrong?” I asked them, bending down to their eye level.

“Can we stay here, with you?” Hope asked me. I look at their pleading faces and knew that I couldn’t say no.

“Alright girls. Hop in.” I said, gesturing to my bed. They squeal and ran to my bed, making themselves comfortable. I joined them, at the end of the bed, giving them room to sleep. My eyes began to feel heavy, so I let sleep over come me.

Notes

Hey guys! Sorry for a shorter chapter, I got pretty sick at school... I got to leave school though! :P
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