Amber’s POV

Cuddled up into my pillow at Chasity’s house, I felt the pillow being tugged out of my grasp, making me frown slightly. Before I could take it, it was removed completely and replaced with something more firm. I don't complain, because it's just as comfy. What startled me was hearing a heartbeat. I snuggle closer, knowing that its a person as a hand rests on my hip. The same hand begins to shake me slightly. I whined and asked for five more minutes, earning a soft chuckle from the person.

I felt it happen again a couple seconds later, so I turned away from the person, my back to them, finding my comfy position once more. A hand was immediately drawn onto my hip again, doing the same action as before. I turned to the side with a huff, about to give someone a stern talking to for disturbing me in my slumber, until I was met with a familiar pair of green orbs.

“Harry!” The anger quickly washes out as I squeal, shooting up and wrapping my arms around his neck, catching him off guard but quickly catching on. I feel his arms snake around my waist, tugging me closer to him, hugging me tightly. I felt him kiss the top of my head, then to my temple and cheek, making me smile that he’s here.

“What are you doing here? I thought you had to go back to England…?” I ask him after pulling back, remembering that he said he had to go back which caused a huge fuss right after the concert at dinner… But we agreed to Skype and such. I felt like it would be good practice since he will be everywhere in the next tour, and it’s better to start now.

“Eh, I got the rest of the weekend to spend with you. Surprise!” He says cheerily, making me laugh.

He hovers on top of me, letting my fingers play in his soft curls. He places soft kisses on my face multiple times that I lost count after 12. Something in my mind snaps, as I quickly remove my hands, as I realized that this is actually the first time he sees me this early in the morning, without giving me time to get myself ready first. With my eyes wide, I tug the cover back up and bring it over my head, leaving Harry confused.

“Why are you hiding, sweetheart?” He chuckles at me, trying to tug the cover back down, now straddling my waist.

“I have morning breath… Why did you have to come when I was sleeping? Why not in the afternoon? Can you at least give me a few minutes to get myself ready?”

“First of all, You don’t have morning breath, trust me.” He starts to scold me, as I blush uncontrollably. He then uses both hands to tug the cover down, keeping them in his grasp so I can’t do that again. “Second,” he continues. “You are absolutely beautiful when you sleep. So peaceful, really. I have been debating whether or not to even wake you up, but I have been forced to do so.” he shrugs.

“What do you mean forced?” I ask him, bringing the bend of my arm over my face, shielding the light from my eyes, only to have it removed seconds later. He stares at me for a moment before breaking into a smile.

“Happy birthday, to you…” Harry starts to sing softly with a larger smile, answering my question.

“Happy birthday to you…” I hear more voices sing from the door, as Harry removes himself from me. I start to laugh quietly and retreat back to my previous position, burying my face in the pillow.

"Oh my goodness." I say with a smile. I refused to move, as I know that the blush is forming on my cheeks, and it’s too early to get embarrassed. Feeling the bed get lighter, I knew Harry got off the bed, before multiple bodies jump onto the bed in his place. I ended up bouncing on the bed, as they continue to jump on the bed while singing. I couldn’t help but laugh into my pillow, hoping I wouldn’t get trampled.

“Happy BIRTHDAY dear AMBER, HAAAPPPYYY BIRRTHDAY, TO YOOUUU!” They sang loudly at the end. I removed my face from the pillow, ready to face the embarrassment. Looking up, I see Louis, Niall, Zayn, Chasity, and Liam jumping on the bed. I am surprised the bed didn’t even break from the multiple people jumping on it at once. I look around the room, Harry’s presence was now missing.

“Thank you, everyone.” I rub the sleep out of my eyes as they get off the bed, allowing me to sit up. They all nodded while laughing at their actions. Louis, however jumped back on the bed, knocking me over and tumbling us backwards, me on my back.

“Tommy, get off of me.” I laugh out loud. He moves to my side and hugs me tightly, burying his face into my neck, shaking his head no.

“It’s your birthday, you get an extra big hug from your best friend.” He says, squeezing me tighter.

“Hey, I’m her best friend!” Chasity speaks up from her spot in the room.

“Yeah, you were. I’m her best friend now.” He says, removing his head from my neck, sticking his tongue out to her before moving back to his previous spot.

“You wish, Tomlinson!” She shrieks, jumping onto the bed, hugging me tightly on my other side.

“Dog pile on the birthday girl!” Niall suddenly yells. Before I could protest, the rest of the guys jump onto the bed, trapping me on the bottom. I can’t even see any light, as the bodies are shielding me from it.

“Seriously? I leave for fifteen seconds and this is happening. Can you guys get off of my baby girl? She’s probably suffocating in there!” I hear Harry whine, my heart fluttering when he uses ‘my baby girl’. I feel the bodies being removed one by one, and soon I can see Harry again.

“Are you alright?” He asks me, sitting beside me.

He cups my face with his large hands, looking between my eyes. I smile and nod, thanking him for the rescue. He smiles and nods before standing up. He turns to face the people who toppled themselves me with a serious/joking face, hands on hips.

“Louis started it.” Chasity suddenly says, raising her hands up in surrender. Louis’ jaw drops as he looks to her.

“Did, not!” He defends himself.

“You’re the one that said you were her bff. I’m her bff. Have been, always will be.” She says proudly.

“It was your boyfriend that yelled out dog pile on the birthday girl.” He stated, crossing his arms in front of him, glaring at Niall.

“I just wanted to be part of the hug. It was them that jumped, not me.” Niall spoke softly, it made me want to hug him at his adorableness.

Before I knew it, everyone was yelling at each other, blaming one another on who started it. I look over to Harry who just had the most confused face on the planet. I shook my head and sat up right, removing myself from the bed, and putting myself in the center of the argument.

“Guys, let’s not argue on my birthday, please??” I raise my voice so I am heard, thankfully everyone stopped, and began to apologize to one another, bringing a smile to my face.

“Well, birthday girl, ready for breakfast?” Zayn asks me, rubbing his hands together.

“Sure, just let me get myself ready and I’ll be down in a minute.” I smile to him.

They all nod and exit my room. I grab some spare clothes that I brought with me, and walk into the bathroom, turning on the shower head. Checking to make sure the door is closed, I undress myself from my sleepwear and hop into the shower. The memories from the concert last night finally rushed back into my head, a smile forming on my lips as the water cascades down my body, making me feel more relaxed.

“Amber, will you go out with me?” Harry asks me.

I had a feeling that it would be this, but why do I feel like this is a bit forced? Does he really want to go out with someone like me? He looks at me with a nervous face, making me think otherwise. The arena falls quiet once more, awaiting for my answer. Even though they didn’t hear it, it’s probably what their thinking. His eyes slowly grow sad with every second I stay silent.

“Amber…” He whispers. I I blink a couple times to make sure that this is actually happening, obviously it is. With one more gaze at his band mates, I turn to Harry with a grin on my face. He sees me smile and smiles nervously, obviously confused.

“Of course.” I say. He yells out cheering before pulling me in for a hug, leaving his mic beside him.

“Don’t do that again, please. I thought you were going to say no.” He says, squeezing me tighter.

“Now why would I do that?” I tell him once we part, smirking.

“You are a tease, you know that?” He tells me and I break into a fit of laughter. The guys crowd around me, hugging us as well. The crowd begins to scream, wondering what’s going on.

“Do you want to tell them now, or later? I don’t mind having to wait.” He whispers to me. I know I will get hate for this, and I need to be prepared for that.

“Can we wait?” I ask nervously. He smiles and nods.

“Anything for you.” He says, hugging me once more.

We went to get dinner afterwards, celebrating the guys on a great tour, and the beginning of 'hopefully great relationships', that made me nervous inside, unsure how to take that.

I get out of the shower, drying off with the tan fluffy towel before throwing on my navy blue sweats and a white t-shirt. At the sink, with the toothpaste on my toothbrush, a knock on the door echoes in the bathroom.

“Come in.” I call out before I stick the toothbrush in my mouth, feeling the foam begin to build up.

I look into the mirror to see the door open slightly, a head of curls popping into the doorway. I duck my head, out of sight from the mirror. “Seriously Harry?? Can’t it wait until I am ready?” I ask him after spitting the foamy toothpaste out of my mouth before continuing to brush. His laughter fills the room, my lips forming a smile for the second time today.

“I told you, you are beautiful in the morning. I could easily get used to this, to be honest.” He joins me at the sink, wrapping his arms around my waist, leaving his head on my right shoulder as he speaks. I chuckle while shaking my head, standing up straight.

“Sure.” I roll my eyes as I spit the last of the toothpaste before reaching for the cup, an idea popping into my head. I fill the cup up half way, take some in my mouth, gargle, and spit some out, leaving a small amount but looking like I spit it all out. I turn to Harry and spit the little I had in his face, which was priceless when I did so causing me to laugh out loud.

“Hey, that wasn’t very nice! I was complimenting you!” he said with a pouty lip, wiping the water from his face.

“Get used to it, Styles.” I said to him while handing a towel. He gladly takes it, wipes his face with it, and places it in the basket to be washed later.

“Come on, troublemaker, let’s go get breakfast.” He smirks at me, giving my bottom a little tap.

“Hey!” I scolded him with my jaw open slightly.

“Hey.” He winks at me. I roll my eyes but proceeded down the stairs anyways, my hands hovering over my bottom, just in case.

One table was covered with delicious food, another with plates and cups, waiting to be used. The floor a couple feet away from the tables was covered in syrup, juice, milk, fruit, and utensils. I stop at the doorway, Harry trailing behind, watching our friends have the time of their life with what appeared to be left over food.

“Hey!” Harry yells out to them, causing them to stop. They all point to one another.

“It was him!” They all yelled out. Majority of pointers led to Niall, who was the only one that pointed to Chasity.

“Niall… Did you try to eat the food…?” Harry asked him slowly, bringing his hand up to his forehead, skimming up to his hair.

“It was an accident, I swear!” He holds his arms out high above his head. Harry sighs loudly before shrugging it off.

“At least there’s still the good food.” He mutters to himself. Everyone in the room watches Harry intently as he walks over to the table, careful not to step on any of the food on the floor. Once he reaches the table, he pulls out a chair and looks at me.

“Well… Let’s eat!” He says with a sad smile.

Everyone quickly scurries to the table, standing behind their chair. I look at them confused, wondering why they aren’t sitting. Harry signals me to sit down on the chair he pulled out, patting the seat. Doing as he says, I take a seat and everyone follows suit as Harry pushes me in closer to the table, receiving smiles from the group..

Oh, we’re doing it that way. Alright.

Harry walks away, placing a long white napkin on his arm, much like the waiter at the restaurant from the previous night. He was soon returning to the group placing pancakes, waffles, the remainder the syrup bottles, bowls of fruit, a plate of bacon and sausages, and filling our glasses close to the rim with orange juice. When he filled up mine, I looked up at him, receiving a cute wink before walking away, soon taking the vacant seat next to mine, signaling that he is finished.

“How cute.” I finally say, when the room falls quiet. Everyone erupts in laughter, causing me to blush slightly. A hand reaches out for mine, a gentle kiss was placed on the top.

“You take first bite.” Harry whispers to me.

He releases my hand, and I ask for the pancakes. Once it is in my grasp, I take three flapjacks, plopping them onto my plate. I return it down the line, as everyone else piles up their plates. Once everyone else finishes, they wait for me to take the first bite of my pancakes. I cut a part and bring it up to my mouth, stopping when I see Niall looking like he is about to die from hunger as he stares at me intently with his crystal blue eyes.

“Niall, don’t look at me like that.” I said softly. He opened his mouth to protest, but Harry sends a glare to him. He mutters a sorry and looks away. I smile and take in the pancake, letting the fluffy buttery pancake melt in my mouth. I hum in appreciation, closing my eyes and letting my taste buds ravish the delicious food. Soon, everyone joined, as the sound of utensils and light conversations fill the air.

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“Harry, I have to say you are a pretty good chef.” Chasity says after we finished eating, and cleaning up. I look up at Harry, who refuses to let me do the dishes. Says today is too special to be doing the dishes or any chores, which reminded me that I had to go home and do today’s chores.

“You made all of that?” He nods with a smile.

“We helped too, you know.” Zayn calls out.

“Yeah, they set the table and cut the fruit. I made sure we had extra strawberries. I knew they were your favorite.” He looks back at the dishes in his hand, not meeting my gaze. I stood up on my tippy-toes and placed a small kiss on his cheek.

“Thank you, Harry. That was nice of you to do so.” I smiled up at him before walking away.

“Where are you going?” He called out to me but I was already up the staircase and heading to the room Chase and I slept in last night. I changed out of my sweats and into jean shorts, slipping on my vans, and tidying up the room a bit. A knock was on the door before it creaked open.

“Where are you going, missy?” Harry asks again, joining me by the bed as I fix the sheets to the way they were before.

“Home. I have to a few things there.” I start. He sits down on the bed, tugging me away from the front of the bed and to stand in front of him, hands intertwined. Harry opens his mouth to speak but I beat him to it. “I will be back, though.” I place a kiss to his nose, hoping to cheer him up as he is already in his pouty mood.

“Promise?”

“I promise.” I place another kiss on his nose, earning a smile. I smile back before pulling away from him, even though I really didn’t want to. The list of chores that I needed to do run through my head, laundry, feed girls, do dishes, clean this dust that, vacuum the rooms, I better get going now if I want to finish it all before the party.

“Alright, I really got to go. Bye Curls!” I say, blowing a kiss to him as I zoom out the door. I head downstairs and wave goodbye to the others before closing the door behind me. I hop into my car and headed home.

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Once I finally finished my chores at home, and greeted with the happy birthday from my enthusiastic sisters, and less enthusiastic parents, I left the safety of my home, being immediately greeted by the swarm of paparazzi at the front of my house. Of course… I sucked up my gut and ignored the crowd to my car. Questions came from many directions as they snapped photos of me.

Are you and Harry official?

Is it really your birthday?

Is Harry in there?

How old are you now?

I tried my best to ignore them as I climbed into my car, the paparazzi closing the exit with themselves. I hear their muffled yells through the barrier of the car as I pull out my phone, dialing for Chasity.

“What’s up Amber? We are waiting for you!” I hear her say over the roar of hellos from everyone else.

“Yeah, I’m kinda stuck right now.”

“What do you mean?” the line on her end goes quiet as I speak.

“Well, I’m stuck at my house.”

“Why?”

“Paparazzi. They’re blocking the way out so... I’m stuck, can you come by and pick me up?” I ask her. Shuffling noises were made, and voices call out to others, before the sound of a door closes.

“Uh, Harry’s on his way.” She says nervously.

“Why do you sound nervous…?”

“Well, Harry’s a bit pissed.”

“He shouldn’t have to, though.”

“Well, he is on your way. We would have tagged along but, he just pulled out of the driveway.”

I sigh and lean back onto my seat. I tell her alright, and that we will see each other soon. A couple minutes pass by as I play Flappy Bird, almost making it to 45 when the sound of a car horn jolts me up, making me crash into a pipe. I turn in my seat to see Harry in the driver’s seat in sunglasses and his beanie, parked on the curb. He motions with his hand to step out of the car and I do so, just as he does the same. He comes by me and guides me into his car, paparazzi closing in on us.

Is it true that you and her are together?

Is she your fling? One night only?

How much are they paying her to do this?

Harry, did you hear? Your ex wants you back!

His grasp on my shoulder tenses, as he helps me into the passenger seat. Once the door closes, I watch as he makes his way to the driver’s seat, closing the door behind him. I fasten my seat belt, as Harry revs the engine before taking off. Thank God they aren’t on the property anymore, and that I locked my door even if they were.

Taking a glance at Harry, he seemed tense still as he kept his eyes on the road. I placed my hand on his upper bicep.

“Thanks, Harry.” He relaxes slightly, taking one hand off the wheel and intertwining it with mine and leaving it between us.

“Are you okay?”

“Mhmm.”

“Are you sure?

“I’m alright. Promise.” I smile up at him, feeling him relax completely.

“Good. Because I’ve planned a fun day just for us.” He tells me, getting me excited.

“Oh, geez. What is it?” I question him, as I have already had enough surprises this week.

“You will find out.” He smirks at me as we pull up to Chasity’s house.

Notes

That moment when you thought you posted a chapter, but when you read everything you realized you skipped it... Lol. Sorry baes, I'll make sure it doesn't happen again.

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