Amber's POV

“I quit, too.” I said. He stayed in his spot for a moment, glaring at me, trying to process what I had just said. Harry and the other guys at the table began to cheer, except for Paul, who seemed very confused. Mr. and Mrs. Parsons nodded at me from the door. Mr. Sanchez huffed. I mouthed ‘Thank you’ to them, and they mouthed to me ‘You’re welcome.’ Before they could open the door to leave the café, I ran over to them, giving them both a hug.

“We couldn’t be more proud of you, Amber. You have come a long way. Almost, what, three years? You started at 16… 16… 17… Almost 18... Yeah, about three.” Mr. Parsons said, as I we parted the hug.

“Will I see you guys around?” I asked them. I just realized that since I'm not going to be working anymore, I won't see them. They nodded.

“I am always home if you ever want to drop by for a visit.” Mrs. Parsons said, squeezing my cheek. I giggled at her affection. “But we will definitely see you at your graduation. So you better stay in school. We are letting you off with quitting your job, since you shouldn’t have to deal with him anymore, and obviously you better find a new one. Okay?” She added. I nodded happily.

“That’s my girl.” Mr. Parsons said. They gave me one last hug, before exiting the café. But, just as quickly as the adrenaline came, it vanished as reality hit me. I have no job. What will my parents do when they find out? Where is my next job going to be? Will I even have the capability to get another job? Questions zipped through my mind, silencing the world around me. I felt a bit shaken at all of these questions being asked.

I walked back to the group, seeing Harry extend his arms out wide. I chuckled softly and gave him a quick hug around his waist. Harry wrapped his arms around my waist as well, causing me to move my arms around his neck as he lifts me up and swings me around. I squealed when he started to spin quickly. This is new. When he set me down, his eyes were incredibly bright green. He still had his arms around my waist, as he leaned down to my ear.

“I’m so proud of you. You will find a better job, I promise.” He whispered. I smiled at his kind words and nodded in response. He ruffled his hand through my hair, bringing back the pain from when Mr. Sanchez yanked on it, making me wince slightly. He immediately pulled back, squinting his eyes.

“What?” He asked me, his eyes slowly turning dark. It made my heart skip a beat at his kindness, but also in fear that there would be a repeat of what happened between him and Mr. Sanchez. I shook my head.

“It’s nothing.” I said quietly, looking away from his face.

“Amber…” He said, trying to get my attention by bringing his hand to my jaw line, and turning it to face him. “Did he hurt you again?” He quietly asked at me. I can’t get hurt from my boss anymore, because I quit. And Harry is here, along with five other tough men, so he has no chance.

“A little but—” I started but he quickly cut me off as that was all he needed as his eyes quickly turned black. My breath was caught short at the sight as he whipped away from me, turning to Mr. Sanchez, and giving him a quick blow to his chin causing him to tumble to the ground.

“Harry!” I called out to him, making my way to him as I tried to pull Harry back but did not have the strength to do so. A chorus of ‘whoa’s came from the boys, soon joining me to pull him back, which turned out successful. Once we removed Harry from Mr. Sanchez, he was able to pick himself up off of the floor, and charged at us.

Next thing I knew, I’m being harshly shoved, and I fell on my bottom. I looked around as I saw the guys holding Harry back beside me, and Mr. Sanchez being held back by Paul. Mr. Sanchez struggled in his grip, but because Paul is a security guard, he is much stronger than him with his training and was able to hold him in place.

“Amber, Chasity, you can’t quit!” He snarled. I opened my mouth to protest but Harry beat me to it.

“I’m pretty damn sure they can. You, of all people have given them a reason to. For quite a while, might I add?” Harry snarled back, before pacing over to me, giving me a hand to stand back up. Mr. Sanchez looked between us confused, before a hard, scary face played as he thought of an explanation.

“You told them… When you said you WOULDN'T.” He growled, looking between Chasity and me. I jumped slightly at his voice rising. Harry took this as his cue to snake his arm around my shoulders, giving them a gentle squeeze.

“Remember that dream you had, of getting your ass whooped by Harry?” Chasity asked him suddenly.

“He didn’t ‘whoop my ass’.” He protested against her.

“Yeah, he did, that was real. Sorry.” Chasity said to him, crossing her arms.

“You lied to me…” He mumbled. She and I just shrugged at the same time.

“Boys, in the van. Girls, you should probably be heading home. I will be out there in a minute.” Paul instructed us. We did as we were told, but Chasity and I walked into the Employee’s only room, gathered up our belongings, and walked out of the café, hearing the chime above our heads for the last time, with the boys close behind.

Chasity and I wrapped an arm around our shoulders, walking out of this cruel place, feeling proud of our actions. All I could hear now was my own voice, playing over and over again.

“I quit, too.”

It was a dark, starry night, as the stars glistened in their spots in space, the moon giving us enough light to make sure we weren’t walking blindly. The street lights flickered softly, as the sound of crickets chirped from the bushes that surround the parking lot. Once we got to our modes of transportation, I pulled away from Chasity, only to see Niall quickly taking my place. I eyed them suspiciously, as did the others.

“I’ve been meaning to ask you two… What is going on?” I asked them, crossing my arms, smirking. They looked at each other, quietly whispering to each other. I stood with the boys, who had the same gesture as I did. After a few seconds, Chasity spoke up.

“We are uh, dating…” She mumbled, picking at her temple with her nails gently as Niall pulled her closer to him, hiding behind her. The boys cheered, and I squealed of happiness, ran over to her and gave her a hug.

“Why didn’t you tell me? Or keep me informed?” I whispered in her ear. She just shrugged as I let the hug part. Her face became rosy red, even in the dark.

Paul soon joined us in the parking lot, telling us to say our goodbyes, as it was time to leave. He reminded the guys of their concert that is tomorrow night, and they have a whole day of sound check tomorrow. We all said our goodbyes. I had a feeling that Harry purposely stayed in the end of the line of goodbyes for a reason. Once he came up to me, he hugged me tightly, placing a gentle kiss on my head.

“Did you think about my offer yet?” He asked me quietly, still in the hug.

“What offer?” I asked, trying to remember.

“Come to the concert, tomorrow.” He stated, not asked. I looked at him wide eyed.

“Harry, it’s probably sold out. I don’t think I can—” I started but he cut me off by pressing his index finger to my lips, shushing me, giving me look as if I was crazy.

“Amber, are you seriously worried about that? I’m in the band, Paul knows you, so you can get in so incredibly easy. Money isn’t an issue, here. The issue is whether or not you will come. It’s the last one of this tour, and I feel like after what you have been through, you need this.” He said as he slowly removed his finger from my mouth, smirking.

“Chasity is already coming, so why not?” He added. I looked over to Chasity and she nodded in approval.

The thing is, I don’t need approval from her, but from my parents. We did talk about the party that Chasity suggested, and they were fine with it, saying that they would leave my sisters at a sleep over at the usual house, so I could go ‘do whatever we 18 year old's do.’ As they go to work. Adding a concert can count as this, right? As for the seeing and talking to them rule, I could just tell them that I will be far back, so I couldn’t possibly talk to them. It’s a win-win situation…

“Amber?” Harry asks, pulling me out of my thoughts. I gazed up at him, and watched him stare at me intently, as if trying to read my mind. I nodded when he failed. His pink lips broke out into a smile, showcasing his dimples. “Alright, I will text you the details, and keep in touch with Chasity, in case I miss anything.” Paul honks his horn, breaking the moment between us. I just realized that all the guys were in the van already, and Chasity was leaning against her car, watching us. “We will talk more later on. Bye, love.” He said, whispering the last two words, before placing one gentle kiss on the top of my head, and running into the van.

Did he seriously call me ‘love’? Did he just kiss my forehead?

I could hear the guys pestering on about what just happened, and I could see Harry shoving them playfully before the door closed behind him. I watched as the van pulled out of the parking lot, seeing the boys’ waves at me as they drove off. I waved back until they were out of sight. I wrapped my arms around my waist.

He called me love… Do all British people say that, casually, or does that mean something? I’m not fully used to the different words that they tend to use… But he kissed my head. I shrug the thought off as I turned on my heel, before crashing into a body, stumbling back slightly. I looked up to see Chasity, giving me the same gesture as I gave her earlier.

“So, what is going on?” she asked, using the same question I asked her. I laughed and shrugged. She joined me in my laughter, before we said our goodbyes and driving to our separate homes.

-The next morning-

I was awoken by the smell of something cooking, and it smelled delicious. I reached for my phone that was charging on my night stand, and it read 6:53 am. I don't know why someone would be cooking this early. Usually we won’t be up until around 8ish, except my dad, who has to get up at 4, and leave by 5. My phone lit up, with a text from Harry.

From: Curls:
Good morning, Amber! Hope I didn’t wake you, I just needed to tell you that you should be at the building by 6:00pm at the latest. You are welcome to come by any time before that. Just find the backstage door and Paul will wait for you there. :)
–H

To: Curls:
Sounds good :) Don’t worry, I’m already awake :P One question though… What do I wear..?

From: Curls:
Anything that is comfortable for you ;) I have to go get ready for sound check, see you later!
–H

To: Curls:
Hmm… Alright, thanks. See you! :)

I jumped out of bed, excited for the day ahead of me. Today is the concert, and tomorrow is my birthday. The day I turn 18 and can be qualified as an adult. I then get a message from Chasity, explaining what Niall told her, which was what Harry told me. I replied to her confirming the info, before hopping into the shower. Chasity and I are going to have a whole day of shopping, before the concert starts. Once I finished my shower, I dried myself off and got dressed in a simple red t-shirt, white high-waist shorts, black vans, and my black beanie. Since we were both up and full of energy, we decided to leave and start the day as soon as possible.

“Good morning.” I said, cheerfully, skipping into the living room, hugging my mother who sat on the couch, flipping through a couple of channels before landing on one. She tensed in my hug but tapped my arms anyway. I walked into the kitchen and started to pull out some cereal and a bowl from the right cabinets and some milk from the fridge. My mom was behind me, making her way to the stove, eyeing me before shaking her head and focusing on the eggs that she was cooking. My dad already left for work, and the girls should be waking up soon, as it is now 7:30 am.

“Why are you dressed already?” She asked me.

“Chasity is on her way to pick me up to start on our day.” I explained to her.

“This early?” She asked, looking at the time on the wall, looking confused.

“Yeah. I’m really glad you and dad are letting me go today.” I said, the smile never leaving my face.

When I got home last night, I told them that I quit my job, which was followed by angry questions on why I was so stupid to do so. I then explained to them why and how Harry helped me in the situation. After countless hours of arguing back and forth, they gave in and decided to give Harry and the others a chance, including the okay to go to the concert today.

“Yeah, yeah.” She shrugged off. She isn’t a morning person but I couldn’t care less. I made my bowl of cereal, and sat down at the table. She later joins me at the table with her toast, scrambled eggs, and waffles in her plate in one hand and a cup of coffee in the other. “So what are you girls going to do today?” She asks me, taking a bite of her scrambled eggs.

“We are basically having a whole shopping/hang out day as we have not had one in quite a while, and is definitely over-due. After we’re done we are going to the concert.” I told her, before taking a spoon full of cereal.

“Alright.” She mumbled. You know those moments when it gets quiet, in a classroom for instance, every sound becomes louder? Yeah, I’m having one of those moments, as it was dangerously quiet in the room. The only sound penetrating the silence are the drops of water falling from the sink head, splashing in the sink, the refrigerator humming, my mother sipping on her coffee, and the sound of me munching on my cereal, so I started to eat much quicker.

“Amber—” My mom started, but was cut off by the sound of a car honking in our drive way. I jumped out of my seat, drinking the last of the milk that remained in my bowl on my trip to the sink.

I put the bowl down, quickly washed it, so mom won’t yell at me for not doing it before I left, ran upstairs to grab my small purse that contained my wallet, keys, phone, and other essentials. I quietly walked back, stopping at the girl’s room, sneaking in and giving them kisses on the forehead, before walking out to say bye to my mom. She waited for me by the door.

“Amber, before you go…” She said, stopping me.

“Yes, mom?” I asked her quickly but as kindly as possible.

“Be careful.” She whispered. I looked at her confused. She hasn’t been this kind to me, at least as I could remember…

“What?” I asked, wanting to make sure what I heard was right.

“Be careful…” She mumbled. I cocked my head to the right slightly, squinting my eyes.

“Alright…” I said quietly. She nodded her head before opening the door for me, closing it gently as I walked out to Chasity’s car. She saw my look of confusion as I hopped in her car, gazing back at the door.

“Hey Ambos. You alright there?” She asked me. I stayed silent for a moment before nodding my head. She told me to be careful… Why is she suddenly being nice…? “Are you sure?” She asks me again. I nod once more, this time giving her a slight smile. She looks at me intently before shrugging her shoulders. “Alright… SO! Where to first?” She said, cheering up a bit. I shook my head and started to laugh at her sudden change of mood.

Notes

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