Amber's POV:

“Amber… Hurry up!” Harry calls me from downstairs. I sigh loudly at his impatience.

“I’m almost done! Give me like two minutes please!” I shout back, passing the brush through my hair one last time. Once I place the beanie on top, I open the door, to already see Harry leaning against the door frame, smiling at me.

“Finally. Lets go.” He says, taking hold of my hand without giving me a chance to move. We hurry down the staircase, me being careful of footing, I don’t feel like collapsing today. The gang sits in the living room, talking among themselves until they see us.

“Out for an actual date, I see?” Louis speaks up.

“Yes, see you all later.” Harry rushes, not giving his friends time to respond.

“Amber, bring him back by five! Not a minute later!” Louis shouts.

“Fuck you, Louis.” Harry shouts as we make it to the door, causing me to go into a fit of laughter, as did everyone else. Well, everyone but Louis.

“Love you too, Harold!” He shouts back just as the door shuts behind me.

“Harry, where are we going?” I giggled, as Harry tugs me out of Chasity’s house. He looks back with his dimpled smile shaking his head.

It is currently midday. After the party ended last night, we came back to her house, crowding the living room and falling asleep half way through a movie. We had our breakfast late this morning and began to talk about last night on our own. The topic of Mr. Sanchez did not come up however, even though I promised Harry that we would talk about it. There really isn’t much to talk about though, since he didn’t actually hurt me. But then Dylan came into mind, and how his sudden acts of kindness are affecting me. Should I even worry about it?

“Shhh. Just wait.” He shushes me, taking me out of my thoughts.

We hop into the car, and pull out of the driveway. This is the boys last weekend with us for a while, as they plan on heading back to visit their families. I am dressed in dark skinny jeans, a light flowy top with a light jacket, Harry’s grey beanie adorning my head with sunglasses on top, and my converse. Harry was wearing black skinny jeans, a red flannel shirt with a fedora and sunglasses.

It’s no longer scorching hot, but its not freezing cold, the sun peeking through the clouds giving us enough warmth to not bundle up in dozens of sweaters. The radio softly hummed in the background, giving a comfortable silence between us. I kept making a mental note of the buildings and landmarks that we kept passing, looking for anything that would give me a hint on our destination.

“You’re not going to find it, whatever you are looking for.” He quietly states. I turned my head to face him, his eyes glued on the road in front of us. He sensed me staring as a small smile forms on his lips, making me smile as well.

“You don’t know that.” I reply, looking back out at the scenery passing by.

“I do, actually.” He says teasingly. I smack him lightly on his arm, earning a chuckle as his response.

“I’m not a fan of surprises, Harry.” I pouted. We came to a red light, giving him the opportunity to actually look at me. He smiles widely, leans in and places a soft kiss to my cheek.

“Just a few more minutes, love. We’re almost there.” He says before looking back in front of him and moving the car once more.

I rest my head against the cool glass window, glancing at Harry every now and then. He removed his right hand from the wheel, reaching over to clasp it in mine. I could feel the cool rings around his big fingers. My face began to heat up at his sweet gesture, so I turned my head to face frontward, letting my hair shield the front of my face.

“Don’t do that.” He says suddenly, making me jump slightly.

“Do what?” I question.

“That.”

“That isn’t being specific, Harry.” I joke. He laughs quietly. I can see from the corner of my eye him shaking his head.

“Don’t hide your face. It’s too gorgeous to be hidden.” He tells me, blindly removing the hair from my face.

“Not when it’s red.” I said quietly.

“Even when it’s red, it’s still beautiful.” He says just as quietly, making the meaning much larger.

“Are we there yet?” I laugh, changing the subject.

“You can’t change subjects on me, young lady. But yes, we are here.” I lift my head up to see nothing but trees in front of us.

“A forest? Are you going to kill me in there?” I frown. He laughs loudly, making me more confused whether or not I should take that as a nervous laugh, or an actual, laughing at a joke laugh. Is he going to kill me?

“Come on. It’s in there.” He steps out of the car, jogging to my door, opening it for me.

“You’re going to kill me, aren’t you.” I calmly ask, just in case. Could the Harry Styles be a murderer? He throws his head back, sighing.

“No, Amber, I’m not. What kind of guy would I be to do that.” He sighs, extending his hand out to me. “We were supposed to do this yesterday, but because of management, it had to be postponed another day” He explains. I nod in understanding, before taking hold of his hand.

“Alright. I’m trusting you.” I smirk at him.

“Glad to know.” He jokes. He then leads the way, following a pathway that seemed a bit hard to find. After a couple of minutes, we walk up a very steep hill, Harry rushing ahead of me with smiles.

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“Harry, wait for me!” I call out to him, while trying to keep a steady pace without misplacing my feet. He doesn’t stop until he reaches the top, turning and smiling even wider at me.

“Come on, you have to see this.” He slowly walks back down, reaching for my hand, and tugging me behind at a quicker pace.

“Harry, I feel like I’m gonna fall!” I raise my voice as step on a rock, making me lose balance and leaning backwards. Today is just not my day. Harry makes his grip on my hand tighter, as he pulls me up and moves me in front of him.

“You, my dear, need to go out climbing more often.” He scolds me while moving his hands onto my waist, motioning me to continue walking.

I shake my head and continue to head up until we reached the top, the air was fresh and clean, a lake sitting in the center of an open area. The sun was set high, not a cloud in sight. The sound of birds chirping filled my ears.

“Wow.” I exhale. I look further down, noticing a blanket laid out, a basket in the center, and a vintage camera on the side at the edge of the lake.

“What do you think?” Harry asks me from behind, draping his arm on my shoulders. I smiled up at him.

“It’s amazing.” I respond. He quickly places a kiss on my cheek.

“Good. Come on, you hungry?” He asks, as he jogs ahead down the hill to the little area he had set up.

He removes his boots and his socks, his feet digging into the grass. I stayed where I stood, watching a side of Harry that the media doesn’t see as he removes items from the basket with a happy smile.

“Amber, come on!” he shouts. I smile and quickly made my way down, without tripping and join him next to the lake. “Alright, so I made us some lunch, a couple sandwiches, snacks, drinks, hopefully enough for the day.”

He trails off, his voice fading out as I take hold of the vintage camera. I have never really seen one in person, but have always wanted one. I inspect the little things about it, take in every detail. It was like seeing something you have never realized existed, and you are just in wonder.

“Oi, she’s waking up.” One voice says.

“Amber, you really have to stop doing that. If we had enough money, we would take you to a doctor. You make us worried sick!” Another voice scolds me. I feel like I am being shaken, but don’t feel where. I slowly peel my eyes open, seeing the same two people as earlier, the driver, and the guy that acts so concerned about me. I now feel a hand on my shoulder. I open my eyes all the way, trying to find out where I am now.

“Amber, how many fingers am I holding up?” He asks. He holds up three fingers, so I respond with three.

“So that’s out. Sis, why do you constantly pass out? Are you hungry or something? Thirsty?” He asks. Wait, did he say sis?

“Excuse me? ‘Sis’?” I question. The driver guy earned a slap to the arm and a glare.

“Amber, I’m your brother.” he says slowly, as my heart sinks so deep I feel like its no longer in me. My what?

“What?” I exhale.

“I’m your brother. Jacob. Mirror Image Twin, to be exact.” He corrects himself.

“But, I don’t have a brother…” I mumble, coming out more like a question, backing away from him slowly.

“Well, you do. Mom and dad sent me away to adoption before you got to know me. Or at least remember.” he shrugged, sitting down at the end of the bed. It is only now that I see that I am in a small room, the bed where I am on, a couple doors at opposite ends, windows open, letting in a cool breeze, the scent of trees and fresh air filling up my lungs.

“You’re my brother?” He nodded. “Then..Why did you leave?” I ask, scooting away from my corner, closer to him. I’m not sure what to feel at this point. But, since he is the only one in this realm that seems to know me, I have to stay by him.

“Well, two kids at once were hard to handle for them, so they put me up for adoption, since they needed a maid. At least that’s what a woman told me at the foster home.” He scratched the back of his neck. Now that I look at him more up close, we do have the same hair color, eyes, skin tone, nose, ear, everything.

“But we are three now, though.” I am now seriously confused.

“Wait what do you mean? There’s more siblings?” he asks frantically. I nod my head, holding up two fingers.

“What are their names?” He quickly asks me. I shake my head.

“If we were mirror twins, or, whatever the fuck you just said--”
“No potty mouth young lady.” He cuts me off.

“Whatever you said,” I continue. “We would have the same mark, right?”

“You mean the one on our backs, yes, just flipped. I’m guessing yours is on the left.”

He reaches behind him and tugs at the back of his shirt, bringing it up high enough to see the same faded star-like shaped mark that’s just where mine is, just on the opposite side. I let my finger graze his mark. His was on the right side. He drops his shirt and gently tugs me to my feet, letting me stand.

“Amber??” Harry snaps me out of my gaze.

“Yeah?” I shake my head, dropping the camera suddenly. Harry catches it, just before it hit the ground and sets it beside him.

“I asked if you wanted turkey ham. Are you alright?” He asks, looking concerned. I smile and nod.

“Yes please.”

“That didn't answer my other question. Are you alright?” He asks again, setting the plate down gently, looking worried. I nod once more.

“Yes, Harry. I’m fine. Don’t worry about it. But, can I have my sandwich?” I smiled. He looks at me for a couple more seconds before diverting his attention to my sandwich. Once he finished, he handed it to me, a small thank you from me in return.

“So.” He started. “Want to tell me what happened, last night?” He quietly asked, averting my eyes. I sighed, knowing that there was a small chance this would have come up now. Then again, nothing happened that would be concerning for me, or him.

“Nothing happened, really.” I started.

“Tell me what happened.” He says, a bit more firm this time.

“Alright.” I started. I began to explain how I ended up at the tower, and what happened when he approached me. I kept pointing out that he didn’t hurt me at all, which was strange. I went subtle with the details on Dylan, as I am still confused myself.

“Then he wished me a happy birthday, before he walked out. Which was when you probably saw him.” I finished, taking a bite out of the sandwich. He stays quiet for a moment, taking in the information that I have just said before nodding.

“You alright now?” I gently ask. He nods. “Honest?” I ask. He breaks into a smile and looks away as I look up at him with my puppy eyes.

“Yes, honest.” He finally says. I smile and crawl over to him, sitting on his lap and wrapping my arms around his torso. He began to chuckle at me, and I don't know what I did.

"What did I do?" I ask with a pout lip. He just shakes his head.

"Nothing, sweetheart. Just admiring how adorable you are being right now." He smiles, dimples on display.

“Alright. So tell me, what else is planned for today?”

Notes

First: So sorry of my absence :( Homework is seriously trying to make me drown in it. Ugh. I just want to be here, writing. With some chocolate. Lots of chocolate. And something of potato. I crave it, man. You feel? Small chapter, but you met her brother? Thoughts?

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