Amber’s POV

My heart races at the voice as the phone is removed from my grasp, held over my head. The DJ shrugs and does his pose, smiling along with Dylan, who didn’t look pleased. I wouldn’t be either, actually, I’m not. How can I? He shouldn’t even be here anymore. How did he know I was here in the first place? How long has he been here? I couldn’t bother move, frozen on the spot. One simple question rings in my head:

How in the world did he get in?

The phone shutters, notifying that it has taken the picture. The phone is then placed in my grasp, large hands on both of my shoulders that I am all too familiar with. I am turned away from the crowd, the DJ not minding us at all as he returns to doing his job, entertaining the guests down below, distracting them from up here. Warm breathing hits my neck, sending shudders down my spine, my fear of him invading my thoughts, not giving room to think of backing away by the slightest.

Dylan is now by our side, anger on his features as he takes hold of his belonging, shoving it in his pocket, before taking me as well, tugging me away from the cruel man. Now pressed to his chest, I was able to take a good look of him, seeing how much his features have changed, even though its only been a couple weeks. He has all black apparel, his black/grey hairs thinning away with age, exposing a slight bald spot on the top of his head.

“Surprised to see me?” He suddenly says, shrugging.

“M-Mr. Sanc-chez…” I stutter with a curt nod.

“You shouldn’t be here.” Dylan speaks up for me, just as I opened my mouth to try again.

“You shouldn’t be here, either.” He pauses for a moment, raking his eyes down my body before meeting my gaze again, making me feel self conscious. “Well, I didn’t think you two were more than friends. Who knew?”

He looks down to the arm wrapped around my waist, as it holds me tighter. I get out of his grasp, standing beside/behind him, as he was one step in front of me, his arm extending out to block any danger. Okay, what is going on?

“Sir, please leave the party at once.” Dylan says sternly as Mr. Sanchez holds his hands up in surrender, before taking steps towards me. Dylan doesn’t flinch as the towering man leans in towards my ear.

“Fine, but I will be around. Quitting was your worst idea yet. If there weren’t this many people, I would slap you so hard. Right here.” He pokes my right cheek, mentally feeling the sting of his slaps from before, I flinch and tug my head away from his finger, Dylan taking this as his cue, taking his step in front of me, shielding me from him. He backs away, stuffing his hands in his pockets and walking out of the tower, but stopping for a quick moment.

“Happy Birthday, Ms. Hudson.” He continues his walk out, without another word. What just happened? I look up at Dylan, who kept his eye on his boss, as he walks down the stairs and into the crowd, before turning to me.

“You okay?” I looked up at him, genuine concern on his face. Looking back and forth between his pupils, taking in the dark hazel brown eyes, intently looking down at me, as I do not answer him. He places his hands on my shoulders, shaking me slightly. I blink a couple times before nodding silently.

“Thank you.” I spoke softly. He nodded in return with a smile.

“Alright, well I’m gonna delete that picture, mind taking it this time?” he smirks down at me, taking his phone and setting it onto the camera, before handing it to me once more.

He taps the DJ, asking for another picture. Obviously he was okay with it, this time they wanted to take a picture with his equipment in the shot, so I had to take steps back, until my back hit the railing of the tower, shaking it slightly. I keep my footing, and aiming the camera at them, making sure that everything is there.

“Say cheese!” I announced. They broke into smiles as my thumb hovered over the button, but not taking the photo. I kept looking at Dylan’s face on the screen, studying it. Why would someone like him, who I haven’t talked to once, suddenly stand up for me like that? His personality amazes me, as it can shift with ease. I click the shutter, saving the image.


Harry’s POV

As I stood there, watching the two interact by the table, I couldn’t tell what they were discussing, over the crowd of party goers yelling over the blaring music, no sound came from them to my ears. I tried to read their lips but before I manage to do so he actually tugged her away, forcefully might I add. They disappeared into the crowd, blending in with the other members.

The crowd then moves to the dance floor, making it harder to keep up. In the front was them that keep moving different locations of the floor. He looks behind his shoulder, looking past mine. Once I actually lost sight of the two of them, a tap on my shoulder turns me around, seeing concerned Paul.

“Where is Amber? I haven’t seen her once yet.” He furrows his brows together, crossing his arms.

“She disappeared into the crowd. This guy is really pissing me off now.”

“Who?” He asks as he looks around behind me.

“The guy from her work.”

“You mean her boss?”

“No.” I answer immediately. God, if he was here, that wouldn’t end well. “Coworker, well, old coworker. If he was here, we would have a big problem.” I huffed, running my hand through my hair, taking another glimpse into the crowd, seeing if I could find the red dress beauty. Many other party members came in red, but not the style of dress as hers, at least not as elegant. She was no longer on the floor, did he take her out of here?

“Well, then we might have a big problem.” I tense.

“What?”

He motioned towards the DJ’s tower where Amber and that guy from her work are, taking pictures of themselves with the DJ, her back to the crowd as she snaps another picture. It relaxed me for a bit, knowing that she is at least still here. Paul nudged me, pointing again, but to the floor. At the bottom of the tower was none other than the man himself, dressed in a black tux and black dress pants, making his way out of the staircase, passing the guard on his way out.

“Hell, no.” I muttered under my breath. Of course he had the decency to come. How has he pass by the bouncer at the door? Isn’t he the reason why there is a bouncer in the first place? I shook my head, disapproving of the situation greatly.

“Let’s make sure he finds his way out.” I stated coldly.

I received looks from passing people, unsure whether it was from them knowing my identity, or the fact at how mad I probably look right now. Paul motioned for me to stay put as he went off somewhere, vanishing in the wave of people. I cross my arms across my chest as Paul leaves me to watch the man make his way through the crowd, thinking he has gone un-noticed. Obviously not. Just because you are in black, doesn’t mean you blend. There are lights everywhere and your balding head is shining your location, prick.

Paul soon returns with Zayn and Liam. They both had the cake in hand, giving me the same facial expression, most likely wondering what is going on.

“Watch Harry for a moment, I’ll be back. Make sure he stays here.” Wait, what?

“What? Why aren’t I coming with?” I asked him, astonished.

“Harry, you will cause a scene, remember what happened last time?” He looked down at my right hand. There was a small scab, barely noticeable unless you really look for it. Paul instructed them once more before he swiftly turns on his heel, marching his way to the man walking out.

“Harry, what’s going on?” Zayn asked, his hand on my shoulder.

“You won’t believe who decided to show up.” I tap my foot impatiently, arms crossed.

“Who?” They asked simultaneously. I jerk my head in the direction of Paul and her old boss, as they both have what appears to be a serious adult conversation as they walk out the door together.

“How did he get in??” Liam’s jaw drops. I just shrug.

“No idea, but he is leaving now.” I stay in the same position as before, watching them turn the corner, officially out of sight, allowing me to relax.

“Well, where’s Amber? Does she know?” Zayn questions me intently. I look up to the tower as the guy walks away from the DJ, and heads to Amber, who was dangerously close to the railings. With him coming closer to her, I felt the anger slowly return as my feet move underneath me, carrying me over there.

“Mate, where are you going?” Liam calls out to me, but I ignored it. “Harry, wait up!” I stop abruptly.

“I’ll be back.” I walk away from them, not leaving any room to argue, making my way to the tower.

Once I eventually reached the top of the staircase, I gripped the rail as he held her in his arms, rubbing her back gently, her face looking in the opposite direction of me.

“Ahem.” I cleared my throat to get their attention, obviously not pleased. She's mine.

Amber’s POV

“You sure you’re okay?” he asks me once more as he places his phone back in his pocket once more. I look out the door, seeing him walk out with someone. I narrow my eyes, trying to get a glimpse of the face. I hand tugs my face away gently, making me look back at Dylan. I sighed.

“Yeah, I am. Thanks.” I tell him, unsure what to do at this point. I take my risky step to the side, only to be blocked off.

“What, I help you and I don’t get a hug?” He smirks at me, pretending to be hurt. My eyes widen, taken back by his statement. He opens his arms out wide, but I stay put, about to shake my head in rejection, but he hugs me anyway, letting me face the crowd. I scan the crowd, shocked to find a familiar blond man by Chasity’s side. Niall? I look further, seeing Louis walk over to Liam and Zayn, my heart racing. It feels like it's about to jump out of my chest.

“Tommy…” I whisper to myself. They put on light conversation, Louis appearing to be asking a question, receiving a shrug from Zayn and Liam as they dig into the cake.

“What… then where’s?” I whisper to myself once more, looking through the crowd, anxious to find the head of curls. With a clearing of a throat, Dylan finally releases me from the hug. Looking at the source of the sound, there stood none other than Harry at the door, arms crossed, leaning against the door frame, sending daggers at Dylan.

“Harry…” I say, unsure whether it was for me or him, but he doesn’t look my way.

He looks so incredibly handsome in his suit. It was always hard enough to see him like that in photos, but in person it's a whole new experience. Knowing what is going through his head, I excuse myself from Dylan, who nodded understandingly, and made my way to him, wrapping my arms around him. He doesn't hug me back, but only places his hands on my hips, keeping me close. I remove myself from him and see him watch Dylan.

Annoyed, I take hold of his arm and tugging him down the staircase. Shocking me, he doesn’t fight me and walks with me until we were on the floor, where I quickly threw my arms around his neck again, hoping he would at least respond this time. I felt his arms go around lightly around my waist, before tightening in a second.

“You’re here.” I say, burying my face into his neck, he holds me tighter, leaning his head on mine. There's the hug I was waiting for.

“I told you I would.” he responds dully, no happiness detected. Great.

“Harry, it wasn’t as it appeared.” I start, pulling back from the embrace, leaving my hands on his upper arms, giving them a little squeeze. His eyes were slightly darker, but the color was still there. He is calming down, or at least trying to. Liam’s confession on Harry with his temper has been on my mind, still finding out ways on how I can calm him down.

“I’m trying to keep that in mind... Trust me.” he says lowly, leaving his arms around my waist, tugging me closer to him. I rest my head on his chest, smiling at how he quickly holds me tighter.

“Good.” I tell him, looking up and poking at his nose. He softly smiles, closing his eyes at my touch, relaxing. He re-opens his eyes, now a slightly brighter green than earlier. He leans in and places a kiss on my forehead.

“Happy Birthday, beautiful.” He wishes me, I smile in return, feeling the heat rise up to my cheeks with his compliment.

“Thank you, handsome.” I whisper, earning a smile from him as well. He removes one arm from my waist, removing the hair from my face and placing it behind my ear. His gaze was scanning my face, before landing on my neck, eyes widening when he sees something. I look at him confused, before bringing my hand up to see if there was food on it, but quickly remembering the burn mark from Chasity with the straightener from earlier.

“Harry--” I started.

“He did this, didn’t he?! After all he has the balls to do that, doesn’t he? Well you know what--”

“No, he didn’t. It was--” I cut him off but he starts again.

“Who? Your boss?” He becomes furious with his own mention of him. This quickly. Did he see him walk out? Wait, was it him that he walked out with?

“No, what do you mean?” I ask as calmly as possible.

“I saw him walk out of that damn tower Amber, I’m not stupid. He did something and that was it.” He says quietly, as he pinches the bridge of his nose.

“Well, it wasn’t, okay? You see, while I was waiting for you, I had Chasity straighten my hair, before curling it, and she accidentally burned my neck. Ask Niall, he was on the phone with us.” I say, remembering him and the call. He doesn’t respond, and just holds me again, sighing heavily with a deep breath.

“I'm sorry.” he mutters. I nod my head, wrapping my arm around his torso, resting my head on his chest again.

“It’s okay.” I was about to say more but was interrupted.

“There she is!!!” I hear Louis call out. I turn my head to him, smiling even wider as I see him running towards me, cake in hand. Zayn and Liam behind, followed by Chasity, Niall, and Lou. Lou?

“Tommy!” I laugh. I am released from Harry as he adorns his smile as Louis takes me in an embrace, swinging us side to side, making me laugh harder.

“Ah darling, you are eighteen now! How does it feel? Want to get a beer later?” He whispers the last part in my ear, but earns a slap to the shoulder by Harry.

"I have to be 21, here." I tell him with a smile.

“I know. Just kidding.” He laughs quietly at his own joke, winking at me. “But really, how are you How do you feel?” He asks me, seriously this time, holding me out at arms length.

“Old.” I joke.

“Hey, I’m twenty one, what are you talking about? You are still young, hun.” he points to himself all sass like. I roll my eyes as the rest of them join us.

“Amber!” Lou says sweetly. I smile wide at her, hugging her tightly.

“Hey Lou! It’s great to see you again!” I tell her, as she hugs me tighter.

“Well, I didn’t want to intrude,"

"Nonsense." I cut her off, smiling.

"These gents told me to come along. Harry was impatient with me, since he was probably the most eager one out of us all, other than Louis of course.” She says as she release the hug. I raise an eyebrow, turning to Harry who was making a motion with his hand, but was cut off with my glare.

“What?” He asked innocently. I shook my head at him with a smile. I greeted the others, soon after Paul after he joined us with slices of cakes ready to be served.

“Have you had cake yet?” Harry asked me, taking a bite from his plate of cake that he took from Paul. I nodded my head. “I think you need more.” I was about to ask what he meant, but was cut off with the entire cake in my face, being smudged around. Laughter filled the air once the plate has been removed, leaving me gasping for air.

“Harry!” I exclaimed. I removed the dessert from my eyesight, glaring at Harry, who just puckered his lips, making a kissing noise. I nodded in understanding. Fine, he wants to play that way, huh? Fine by me. I walk away from the group, ignoring the call outs, soon returning with a plate of cake of my own. Harry quickly catches on, and holds his hands up.

“You wouldn’t. It will ruin the curls. I know you like them and wouldn’t want them to get ruined?” He tried, backing away slowly. He hits a wall, cornered by me and the rest of the group that stood behind me. I stopped, pretending to think.

“Well, I do like the curls--” I cut myself short and rub the cake all over his face, making sure it got into his hair.

“FOOOD FIIIGGHHTT!” Louis shouts. Next thing you know, cake and other desserts are flying across the hall, some splattering against my dress, but I don’t care.

“You will tell me what happened, right?” Harry suddenly asks, taking cover behind me.

“I did already?” I say, confused.

“No, with your ex-boss from today. You will tell me, what happened right?” He asks, wrapping his arms around my waist from behind, hiding his head behind mine as a large piece of cake from Zayn is thrown at me, splattering across my dress. “I’ll get you a new one.” He adds, motioning to my dress.

“I will, soon. And you better.” I turn my head to the side, smirking at him.

“Well, I hope it’ soon, you do know that I am leaving, right?” He asks and I freeze.

“Yeah, I’ll be sure to let you know before then. We have the remainder of the weekend." I smile He tenses for a bit, but smiles at me and plants a kiss on cheek, and everything was just feeling right.

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