Chasity’s POV:

I opened the door to the café, the bell ringing above my head as I make my hair in a bun blindly like I usually do. I have been up all night trying to comfort Amber's sisters after she told me what happened to her father. I ended up waking up a couple minutes ago, actually. I looked at the clock on the wall that read 8:30 am. I was a half an hour late.

As if on cue, Mr. Shitman, our manager, walked out of his office and eyed me as if asking for my tardiness. I rolled my eyes and walked into the kitchen, grabbing my apron off the hook by the door while listening to my own feet hit the ground, creating an echo noise since the building is still empty. He followed me in suit.

“Why are you late, yet again? And where is Ms. Hudson??” He questions me impatiently. He acts as if he was our father, which pisses me off.

“Amber is at the hospital with her father who isn’t feeling well at the moment.” I didn’t feel like telling him personal things, since he shouldn't have the need to know.

“What time will she be coming in, then?” he asked me, crossing his arms across his chest. I shrugged.

“Tomorrow maybe?” I said as I clocked in, turning my back to him. I jumped at the sound of his fist slamming against one of the tables, causing me to quickly turn back around.

“She cannot take the day of when she wants without my permission! Tell her to come to work this instant!” He fumed at me.

“She should be able to not have to come to work today, sir. Her father is in the hospital for crying out loud! Leave her be will you? She has enough on her plate already, don't make it worse for her.” I tell him off, turning on my heel to the doors out.

I hear his heavy feet carry him over to me, which was not a good sign. I turn around and was proved correct when I see him with a beet red face, full of pure anger. Before I could ask what he wanted, I felt something make contact with my face. Hard. I fell back at the sudden impact, falling on my butt. I cupped my cheek and looked up at the man that just slapped me wide eyed.

"Tell her to come." He whispered angrily while pointing his finger at me before walking away. I grabbed my phone and quickly texted Amber.

To: Ambos:
You won’t believe what just happened…

A couple minutes later my phone vibrates.

From: Ambos:
What?

To: Ambos:
Mr. Shitman just slapped me again...

From: Ambos:
WHAT? I thought he stopped doing this!! Are you okay, what happened??

To: Ambos:
I was telling him that you weren’t coming to work today, and he argued with me. I told him that you should be able to take off one day of work, next thing you know his hand made contact with my face.

From: Ambos:
I’ll be there later. I’ll bring the girls to a friend of theirs and be there later on.

To: Ambos:
But what about your dad?

From: Ambos:
He’s recovering and is with my mom. It’s alright.

To: Ambos:
You don’t have to come to work, Amber. What if he hits you too?

From: Ambos:
It doesn't matter. I knew he wasn't going to stop doing this to us... I’ll be there in a couple hours. If he does try something, I won't let it get to me. Thanks for standing up for me like that. I shouldn’t have let you done that on your own. Is there a mark?

To: Ambos:
Anytime. What are friends for? :P and its fading. I can just take off my bun and put my hair to cover it up as usual. No biggie!

From: Ambos:
Buds for life. And good. He still shouldn’t have done that. Alright I’m about to head out. See you soon! :)

To: Ambos:
See you!

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Harry’s POV

“Alright boys, it’s time for your break.” Paul told us enthusiastically. The entire day he has been antsy about this break. Don’t really know why, since this is just another break, out of the few we get throughout the day. He motions us into the van, packing us inside of it as he slams the door closed behind us. Louis got to sit in the passenger seat while Liam and Zayn sat in the back, leaving Niall and I in the middle. Once we were all settled, Paul began to drive.

“Paul... Where are we going?” I whined after a couple minutes of open road, boring me since there was nothing to see.

“Harry, it has only been a couple of minutes. It will only take another couple minutes to arrive. We are almost there.” He said to me while keeping his eyes on the road. I sighed, bouncing my knee. I looked at the passing of traffic before speaking up. I turned my head to face Niall.

“Where do you think we are going, Niall?” I asked him. He shifted in his seat so his attention was focused on me. He thought for a moment.

“Probably somewhere with food." He paused for a moment. "Right Paul?” he slowly asked, turning his head slowly. We all laughed at his actions.

“Yes Niall, there’s food.” He answered him. Niall gave a smile as if saying 'I knew it', which only made us laugh more.

"Good, cause I'm starved." He says. I turned in my seat even more to see Liam and Zayn behind me.

“What about you guys? Where do you think Paul is taking us, since he refuses to tell us where we are going?” I said, saying the last part a little louder knowing that Paul heard. I looked back to see Paul eyeing me through the rear-view mirror.

“You know I can hear you Harold.” He playfully scolded me. I stuck my tongue out to him before facing my band mates again.

“Hopefully not to kidnap us, since he loves us very much, right Paul?” Zayn shouted to him. No answer. We all faced Paul.

“Paul?” Louis said, poking his shoulder slightly.

“No, I’m not kidnapping you guys.” He said.

“You love us, right?” Liam asked. He nodded his head.

“We need to hear it Paul.” Niall said.

“I’m driving guys, wait until we get there.” He said. We all sighed. I looked back at Liam.

“Guess all we can do is wait then.” He said. I sighed once more and pulled out my phone that I managed to take with me, unlike my coat.

Well, it's warm enough without one. I unlock my phone to see that it is 6:15 pm. The sun was slowly setting on the horizon, turning the sky into a slightly darker color. The street lights turned on as we drove by them, bringing an amused smile to my face as I watched them turn on one by one on the highway.

We took an exit to the next city, took a couple turns, and stopped next to a small café shop. Sanchez’s Café is the name of the café. We all piled out of the van, following Paul as we walked into the café. It was fairly small, and smelled of pastries and coffee. Kind of reminded me of the bakery I used to work at, making me feel a bit home sick.

It was a comfortable area and there weren’t a lot of people. The customers weren’t that interested in the fact that 5 famous people were in their little café, but then again, it’s nice to have space from all of the fans. We love them to death, we wouldn’t be where we are without them, but sometimes they can invade space. Our Directioners.

Paul motioned us to take a seat in one of the booths on the far side of the dining area, while he went to the counter. I went in first, sitting next to the window, Liam followed after me and Niall sat at the end. Zayn sat across from me and Louis sat next to him. Paul will fill in the empty space.

“So lads, he brought us to a café…” Louis said astonished, starting a conversation.

"Memories..." I mutter to myself. The counter and dining area reminded me of the bakery back at Holmes Chapel.

“Hey, this must be where the coffee was from yesterday.” Zayn pointed out. We all remembered the good coffee we drank yesterday, since we had to rehearse late last night and we needed all the energy we could get.

“And the food here smells delicious.” Niall trailed off as he got up and walked over to the display cases next to Paul at the counter. He was talking to one of the employees, not necessarily ordering. She seemed around our age. Niall then looked up to see the girl, and slowly walk over.

I smirked and looked at the guys, all of us seeing the same thing, with the same smirk on their faces. We all put our elbows on the table that stood between us, and began to watch Niall. We watched as Paul did a double take to recognize him. We all cracked up, but then got looks from the customers that are around us in annoyance, so we toned it down.


Niall’s POV

“And the food here smells delicious.” I trailed off as I couldn’t wait any longer. My mouth is watering at the amazing scent that fills the room from the pastries. I heard the guys laughing as I made my way to the display case, near Paul. I overheard part of their discussion.

“Where’s the young lady from yesterday? The one that had spilled coffee on her from the girl that tripped her?” Paul asked the cashier. I looked up to see who he was talking to, and my heart skipped a beat.

Her light brown hair fell down perfectly on one shoulder and her hazel eyes were bright and full of energy. I slowly walked over to them. As I got closer, I read her name tag which read ‘Chasity<3’. Beautiful name. When I stood by Paul’s side, he had to do a double take to recognize that it was me.

“Niall, go sit back down.” He instructed me. I kept my gaze on the girl in front of me. “Niall… Niall!” he said, waving his hand in front of my face. I shook my head and looked up to Paul.

“What?” I asked him. It was then that I heard the most adorable giggle ever. I turned to face ‘Chasity’, the source. She blushed slightly and looked away. I smirked. I like this so far.

“What’s so funny?” I asked her, cocking an eyebrow and placing one elbow on the counter. She shook her head.

“Nothing, ‘Niall’.” She said my name perfectly with her American accent, making me all jittery inside. She then faced Paul. “Amber will be here soon. Why?” Harry soon joined us at the spot at the register, smiling.

“How's it going?” He asks Paul, placing his hand on my shoulder, giving it a little squeeze. I looked over to him, seeing him smirk, immediately knowing what he meant. He wasn’t talking to Paul, he was talking to me. I looked back to see the guys trying to contain their laughter with one hand, using the other to wave. I gave them my usual sass face while trying to contain my red face.

Before he could answer her, the bell on the door dinged, signaling a customer. It was a girl around our age, with darker brown hair. She had her hands in her hair, putting it up in a messy bun. She looked up after walking halfway through the room finally seeing us. She pauses for a moment before turning around to see the other lads at the table. They waved at her kindly, but she doesn't return the favor. She just stood there with a shocked face while finishing tying her bun in place, before bringing her hands down slowly. Is a fan, or a hater? Hopefully not a hater.

“There she is.” Chasity said calmly. That’s who they were talking about? The girl that got spilled with coffee? I felt Harry’s grip on me loosen quickly before it dropped to his side, making a small thud against him. I smirked this time, taking in the irony in the situation and leaned to his ear, covering my mouth.

"How's it going?” I whispered so that no one could hear. He jabbed his elbow lightly into my gut, but not enough force for me to double over. I chuckled quietly.

“Hello Amber. I brought them, like I said.” Paul said to her. Wait what? Is he selling us to her?? She stood there, still silent, making me more and more confused by the second. The rest of the lot got up from the table and walked over to Harry and I. We waved at the same time. “Hello?” Paul said, waving his hand in her face, just like how he did to me moments earlier.

Amber’s POV

A thousand thoughts started to go through my mind all at once:

That was Paul Higgins. One Direction are in front of me. They’re real. They’re here. They’re staring. They’re giving me confused looks. They are quietly talking to each other. My heart is racing... Mind is going fuzzy again for the second time today. Oh no.

Notes

The two worlds finally meet! Amber is star stuck at the moment. I am starting to like writing this story and I think that you guys enjoy reading this, right? :P Much thanks to @Imnotcreativewithnames for being the first to comment! Thank youuuu :) I hope more will comment, as well as vote/subscribe!!! It shows me that you guys are interested! :D

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