Amber's POV

From: Curls:
Hey, what’s up Amber? :P

I changed it from my favorite boy to Curls, since I didn’t think he was going to ever text me. My heart began to pound heavily. Shocked, is actually an understatement. I don’t even know whether to respond. Then again, I don’t know if I will ever get an opportunity like this again. So I took it, even though I shouldn't have.

To: Curls
Shocked that you even texted me in the first place…

Instantly I get a reply.

From: Curls:
Well, yeah. I said I would text you…? When I could. And I now can. You busy or something?

Should I tell him? I did find out that the girl is me, and whatever is in the boxes inside the closet that held one of my dolls, is probably why they don’t like me as much. But he doesn’t know what the visions were. What if he was with other people, and they just happen to read it too? No… Too much of a risk. I can’t. What if they think I’m weird… No, they won’t think you’re weird, Amber! But… Ugh. I began to type.

To: Curls:
Doing a bit of detective work… I did some thinking, and I just found out stuff that I need to look in further.

I looked at what I wrote on my screen, my thumb hovering over the “Send” button. I press my thumb on the backspace, and began to type again.

To: Curls:
Alright then.. And not really, unless you want to count being grounded being something…

Yeah. Chickened out. I opened the door after hitting send, and set foot inside. In one part of me, something was screaming that this was wrong, but another said this must be done. I quickly began to type again.

To: Curls:
One second.

I shove my phone in my pocket, only for it to vibrate more frequently a couple more minutes after. He was actually calling me. I pulled out my phone and answered it.

“What is it?” I asked quietly as I stood in the same spot, taking in the appearance of their room. Grey walls, black and white bed sheets, and black furniture. It looked like I was in a room in a mansion. It was very neat and tidy.

“It’s been a second.” He joked.

“Seriously Styles, what is it?” I whispered.

“Why are you whispering?” He asked loudly.

“Why are you calling?” I whisper-shouted.

“Because it’s a free country in America. Why are you grounded? What did you do this time, Amber?” He asks. Even though I can’t see him, I can tell by the way he spoke that he was smirking.

“Certain reasons… Parents over reacted.” I said, sighing, before mumbling. “And I may be doing something that I shouldn't be doing right now… ” I examined the room, finding the closet door as Harry sighed heavily.

“Hmm… Don’t get in any more trouble than you are in already.” He said.

“Trust me, I am actually doing my hardest to get caught.” I said sarcastically, rolling my eyes while smiling like a goof.

“You rolled your eyes, didn’t you?” He asks, slightly chuckling.

“Maybe…How are you?” I ask.

“I knew it.” He laughed a bit before continuing. “Pretty good I guess. We just finished rehearsals, and we are finishing up the tour tomorrow night, which is a bummer.” He whined, chuckling slightly, but I can tell that he is upset about it.

“I’m sorry…?” I say, more like a question, since I don’t know how to answer to that. I hear him laugh through the line.

“It’s alright. But hey, it was a good tour. Already working on the next album, which is great…” He said, but his voice drones out as I took the opportunity to take in one last breath before opening the door to the closet.

When I opened it, it looked the same as it did in the vision, just slightly neater, filled with winter coats in the back, since right now they are not necessary. I walked down, admiring all of my mother’s dresses that were closest to the door. There was one in particular that caught my eye. Red ball gown dress that was tucked behind other dresses. I moved the hangers that held the other dress to the sides, hearing the sound of the hanger and the bar colliding. I reached for it and held the soft material.

“Beautiful…” I whispered.

“Pardon?” I hear him ask, snapping me out of my gaze.

“Huh? Oh, i-its nothing. You were saying?” I asked him, making sure I hear what he says this time.

“You know, if you want, you can come with us…” He quietly offered. I heard my phone make a beep noise, toning out Harry as he mumbled something that I couldn’t quite catch. I pulled the phone away from my ear and saw a message from my mom.

From: Mom:
We’re here. Where are you? I can’t find you...

I began to hear footsteps pass by the hallway, with her voice in an angry tone, making my heart beat race.

“Amber?” I hear Harry say. “Amber, did you tune me out again?” I cover up the phone, hoping that she didn’t heard his voice. The footsteps stopped.

“Did you hear that?” I hear my father ask.

“Amber? What’s going on?” Harry asks. I covered my phone tighter.

“Did we leave our door open?” My mother asks, as my heart beats so hard I’m afraid that it was about to come out of my chest any second now.

I hear their footsteps come near their room, and I quickly yet quietly close the closet door, knowing I have no escape. I looked through the slits of the door, but I only see their feet. They paced around the room for a moment, before their feet pointed at the the closet door.

“Amber??” My parents and Harry call out to me... This can't be happening...

Notes

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