Harry’s POV

Why does this always have to happen with me? I finally meet someone that means something to me, and the people from the outside always have to ruin it. No, I can’t blame everyone for this. Yet, at the same time I should be. I'm supposed to, I didn't do anything wrong. Wait, yes I did. But that wasn't my intention.

I roll over in my bed, bringing the blanket over my head with a loud groan. The room is pitch black, and empty. Everyone else is sitting in the living room, doing who know what, all happy and content with themselves. Why am I such a fuck up? I am going to die a fucked up man. I let the best thing in my life so far get hurt just by my stupid actions. Jessica had to come back and say ‘hello’.

She had to take my phone. She had to kiss me. I thought she moved on from me? I growl to myself at the memory. The way I held her to me, and didn't even let go. Then the way I tried to do the same with Amber. But then that photo came in, and the look on her face when she put the pieces together. I am so fucked, that's for sure. I wouldn't blame her for being pissed.

I need to go for a drive. I just can't stay cooped up in here. I throw the blanket off of me and re-dress myself. With my phone and keys in my hands I walk out of the hotel, ignoring the questions from the other guys and drive off in my car.

The rain has stopped, but a few sprinkles came here and there. I don’t even know where I am going. I turn up the volume on the radio, to the point where it is blaring in my eardrums. It’s now dark out, the street lights lighting up the road in front of me. Making a few turns, I find a group of men walking down the middle of the street.

Cautious not to hit them, I slow myself down and create distance. After a couple meters of staying at the same speed, I honk my horn and they turn around to see me. When they see me this close, they turn forward and run down on the sidewalk, finally. I follow them to the bar, and it was then that I recognized them, or at least one of them. Andrew.

The arse that sent her the photo. Immediately my hands grasp onto the wheel tighter, knuckles turning white as I watch them all scurry inside the same bar from the night before. The nightmare of the night. I quickly pull into the bar's parking lot, parking the car into the closest parking space before heading out. I stuff my keys into my jacket pocket and step inside. The door was open for me, so he must have saw me in the car. Guess he knows what is coming for him.

“Styles!” A voice calls out. I turn and see Andrew with a cheery smile on his face, walking towards me with two shot glasses. “Have a drink, mate. How have you been?” He asks with a grin.

I don’t respond and grab him by his collar, dragging him behind me to the bathroom in case anyone were to walk in, or create something that could end up on the tabloids tomorrow morning. Once I checked that there was no one in the bathroom, I locked the door and stormed over to Andrew, who looked confused.

“What’s the problem, Styles?" He tries to act genuinely confused but I know a faker when I see them.

"You know damn well." It took him a moment but soon the piercing smirk comes in, followed by a small chuckle.

"Your lady realized that she doesn’t want you anymore? Did she dump you? I heard that she is pretty upset about something.” He calmly asks, putting the two glasses on the sink. Once again I don’t respond and instead push him against the wall, hoping to hit his head hard. I really want him dead.

“Why did you send the picture to her?” I seeth through my teeth.

“Oi, I didn’t do anything, I don’t know what you are talking about.” He tries to defend himself.

“Damn right you do.” I push him against the wall again, harder than the last. “Now why did you do it?”

“Nah, Styles, I-” I throw him onto the floor, cutting him off, getting pissed.

“Quit calling me ‘Styles’. Why did you send her the photo? Don’t play any funny bullshit..” I warn him, placing my foot on his chest tightly, but giving him enough air to explain himself.

“Why are you so upset? Afraid of how she is going to find out how much of a ladies man you really are? How you never settle down for one?"

"Shut the fuck up. I am not a ladies man." I counter.

"I’ve read about you, Styles. So don’t think I don’t know anything.” He chuckles, pushing me past my breaking point.

“Go to hell.” I cut him off of his chuckling.

This is making me more furious by the second. I get down to his level and start punching his face in, making every punch count for the pain he had caused. He tried to remove me from him but his movements made it worse as he was just getting into the perfect position to get himself unconscious. What I didn’t expect was for a few of his ‘friends’ to barge in and pull me back. Once he got himself up and started to chuckle again, I knew what was happening.

This is a trap.

“Well, hope you had your fun, because it’s now my turn. Lads.” He snaps his fingers, and the people that were restraining me dragged me out of the bathroom.

“Hey! Let go of me!” I struggle to get out of their grip, but there were too many of them to get.

“Oh, don’t worry, they will let you go. Eventually.” I hear Andrew say behind me. We go through a few hallways in the back, soon finding a door with a staircase that leads to the basement.

“Do you think we can compromise, Styles?” I flinch at the nickname, but the grip on me was tightened, so I stayed put.

“How much money do you want?” I mutter. He only chuckles lightly. Speak English much? You chuckle way too often.

We stop at a door, and I watch helplessly as Andrew goes in front of me and opens the door to a supply closet. There was a chair sitting in the middle of the room, no doubt for me. They push me in, and I struggle to stand on my feet, finding my balance.

“Have a seat.” He motions for me to take the seat. “Gentlemen, come with me.” Andrew says in a weird tone, but they nod and close the door on their way out.

I take my seat, and look around the room. I am not in a good situation right now. Remembering that I have my phone, I quickly dial Liam, watching the door in case he comes back in.

“Harry! What the fuck is going on with you? Why the hell did you leave us like that? Where are you?” He immediately fires at me, making me roll my eyes.

“Look, Liam, I don’t know if I have much time, I need you and the guys at the bar from last night, Andrew got me in the basement. Be careful if you see them, they might hurt you, and whatever you do-” I say quickly but was cut off with the sound of the door knob being opened.

“Just get here as fast as you can.” I rush my words before hanging up and placing it in my pocket. I watch him enter the room on his own, pacing around me slowly, eyeing me.

“Let’s just talk. Man to man. Civilized and mature, yeah?” He starts.

“Whatever gets me to leave sooner.” I mutter, rolling my eyes.

“Do you know what I enjoy the most?” He questions. I shrug.

“Money?” I try, leaning over and clasping my hands together on my lap. He shakes his head.

“Try again.” He says now in front of me, crossing his arms.

“Fame?” He shakes his head again.

“Happiness?” I try going positive.

“Nope.”

“Hm… Stealing.”

“Come on, have a little bit of decency for me.”

“Shopping?”

“Oh for Christ’s sake, no.” He face palms, obviously annoyed with me. I only pout.

“Then what?” I say, getting tired of guessing.

“Women.” He says drastically with a smirk.

“Good for you?” I say, hoping to leave it there. I noticed that there wasn’t any blood on his face, so he must have gotten cleaned up during his disappearance.

“Yeah, I guess. I have had plenty of them before; large, small, all different races.” He casually says, making me look at him in disgust. “But.” He pauses. “I never did have the innocent. You know, they’re innocent, so they won’t let me go near them. Making the chase more fun. Won’t you agree?”

“No.” I hiss. There is no way he is getting Amber. He made a tsk sound, chuckling to himself once more.

“I wouldn’t be so cocky. I know you made that phone call to, Liam, was it? Do you realize who he was talking to?”

“He was talking to me, yeah?” I say obviously.

“Guess not. You see, any minute now, your band mates and girlfriend will be here. They were already on the phone with her.” My heart is beating faster and harder. Oh no. “I have some men out by the main room, blending in. When they come you can go with them. Deal?” I scrunch my face up.

“So you basically tried to kidnap me to get me to go home with my friends?”

“Well, yes and no. Know who isn’t going to leave with you?” He smirks, and I finally put the pieces together.

“You.” I start, standing up from my seat, taking a couple steps towards him.

“I wouldn’t do that, Mr. Styles. Don’t come any closer.” He warns, taking a couple steps back.

“Why do you keep going backwards?” I challenge. He reaches behind him, and I freeze when I hear a click.

“This is why.” He grins. “Now, sit back down.” I comply and sit. I have no choice. “Much better. Now, do we have a deal?” Man, you have no idea how badly I want to see Amber one last time before I die, because I am for sure, going do die as a fucked up man.

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Amber’s POV

We pull up to the bar only minutes after the boys arrived. The events that had occurred that previous night refreshing itself in my mind. The boys’ car was already parked nearby the entrance, so we park next to theirs and head inside.

Looking around the room, there weren't many people there to begin with, which was making me more uneasy. El was on the phone with Louis no doubt, giving us direction on where to go. She starts to march in front of me, going to wherever Louis tells us to.

“El, where are- ” A sudden echo of a bang cuts me off, making my heart stop.

I quickly ran in front of El to the direction where the sound came from. Leading myself to the back of the bar where employees sit for break, I find the guys pushing one another to get into the room in front of them.

I break a hole in and head inside, only to find another hallway with multiple doors inside. I open those doors and they lead to the basement. There were already three men down there, and they looked up to see me, charging at me. I quickly push the guys out and shut the door.

“Amber! Get back here!” I hear Zayn harshly whisper. I turn away from the door to see them taking my place.

“H-Harry is down t-there, isn’t he?” I frantically ask, once Liam comes and hugs me.

“Amber, please don’t run out there like that. We don’t know what could have happened. We need to stay as a group.” He scolds me.

I don’t even know why I am trying so hard right now, I’m supposed to be upset with him, mad, furious even! Hearing his name is supposed to make me cringe and cry, not take off running after him. He cheated on me, purposely! What is it about him that’s making me do this? Maybe because he could be in a huge amount of trouble, knowing him. But it shouldn’t even matter to me. Well, then again, I never did say we were breaking up.

“Liam, there was a gunshot, a GUNSHOT, we need to call the police!” I shriek, only for him to cover my mouth with his large hand and shushing me. El finally rushes over to us with the same worried face.

“What just happened?!” She yells, making Louis come over and cover her mouth as well.

“They won’t make it in time, we have to do this on our own.” He protests. “Promise you won’t run out like that? Nod if you promise.” I don’t move for a moment, but eventually nod my head once. “Good, now come on. Let’s find out where that came from. Ready Gents?” Liam asks the guys behind him. I look over to El and Louis and they seem to be planning something, because El nods and leaves the place.

“Let’s do this.” Zayn says, gripping the door knob.

The guys make a line, so behind Zayn was Louis, Liam, and then Niall, with me behind him. I take hold of Niall’s jacket, gripping it for dear life. He must have felt it because he offers me his hands from behind, and I gladly take them. The men that were there only moments earlier were now gone. When we reach the bottom, the door behind us slams shut, making us all jump at the same time. Niall and I scream, only to receive glares from the others. I can't help it though... The sense of being trapped doesn’t make me feel good.

“We okay?” Louis whispers. We all nod, before proceeding down the hall into the basement. Another shot was fired, this time even louder. My eyes widen and look around, tightening my grip on Niall's hands. Poor boy. As I scan the hall I saw a faint light go off when the next gun shot was fired. Zayn sees the same door that I see and leads us to it. He walks up first, peeking through the keyhole in the door. He nods and waves us over, and we all crowd around, soon hearing voices.

“I’m not doing it, no way in hell, now quit shooting that! What happened to being civilized and mature?!” We hear Harry shout.

“Can we make a deal with Ms. Amber or not?” A different voice questions. What deal?

“No! There isn't going to be a deal! I love her, okay? I said it. I do. A lot. Everything right now is just fucked up, but it will fix. So you can’t possibly take her away from me. She is mine and mine alone!” Harry yells out, making everything silent, including my own heartbeat. Did he just say he loves me...? No, he couldn't possibly. Not me. It's only been a month, I'm not ready for this. The guys had their eyes widened as their heads slowly turned to look at me.

"Told you." Louis jokes. I smack him in the arm and shake my head. He yells out before quickly silencing himself. It was silent for a couple more seconds, making me wonder if they heard us. I look up the door and it says “Supply Closet” on a plaque. They couldn’t, right? Another round of gunshots were fired, soon followed by Harry screaming.

“HARRY!” We all scream. That's it. Whether he does love me or not, I can’t take this anymore. I can't stand by and let him die. He has a career ahead of him. Let's not end it here. I push the guys away and opened the door, barging in.

“Amber no!” I hear Liam call out to me, but I ignored him. Harry was sat down on a chair, legs spread open with many holes in the ground between his feet. I look up to the man and see none other than Andrew with a smile plastered on his face.

“See, I told you it would bring her.” He says to Harry, but walking to me.

“Amber, you need leave. Right. Now.” Harry quickly begs of me. I shake my head. The guys follow behind me, quickly making a wall in between Andrew and I.

“Oh come on now. I’m not going to hurt her.” He tries to act calm, but when we all look down at his hand to see the weapon, we glare at him. Andrew catches on and places the gun on a shelf on the far side of the wall. I look over to Harry, who was not happy.

“Come, let me hug her.” Andrew says with a smile, walking towards us and away from Harry. The guys made a hole, leaving me with no defense. Andrew continues to walk towards me, making me more nervous by the second.

“You stay the fuck away from her.” From the corner of my eye, Harry shoots up from his seat and tackles Andrew from behind.

It feels like I am in an action movie, where Harry quickly maneuvers to pin him down, and the rest of the guys take sides. Either they try to get Harry off or hold Andrew down to let him get punched. I went for Harry, since we don’t need a repeat of what happened last time. When we successfully got him off, Louis and Liam got Andrew out of the room, while Zayn, Niall, and I were checking Harry for bruises or gun shots.

“Why the hell did you guys bring Amber?!” Harry immediately starts, becoming furious.

“We were on the phone with her when you called Liam, calm down.” Niall mutters, checking his legs. He breaks away from us and stands up.

“She could have gotten hurt! Are you all mad?!” He yells. I can’t tell which reason was more rude, that he thinks that I can’t handle myself, or the fact that he is talking as if I am not here.

“She could have gotten hurt? She?! Says the fucking lunatic with the damn gun pointed at him! She is perfectly fine compared to your situation.” Zayn cuts in, smacking him the back of the head before walking out.

I share one more glance to Harry and Niall before walking out behind Zayn, shaking my head in the process. Zayn notices me walking near him as we get to the staircase, and opens his arms for me. I sigh and hug him, letting my emotions get the best of me.

“It’s okay, Amber. Everything is going to be just fine.” He encourages me, but I just continue to sob into his jacket. Why is everything so fucked up? “The scary part is over. Let’s get you back. Do you want to stay at your hotel or with us?” He offers me.

“I’ll go back to my hotel. I’ve had enough today. I just need to be alone.”

“You sure?” He asks. I nod, removing myself from him and breathing heavily.

“Just be sure to keep an eye on him tonight. Don’t let him out.”

“He and I share the same bed anyway, I usually let him have it and crash on the couch. But I can stay with him for the night.” I nod with approval and agreement.

We walk up to the main area to see Liam and Louis talking with what appears to be the manager, who was definitely confused with what was happening. He had his hands on his head as Louis was explaining something to him. When we come into view, he looks at me, before covering his face and sighing. El was there as well, which was who she got when she left.

“Okay, alright. Obviously, I don’t want any problems with my bar. No need for reporters or anything. Safety is our highest priority. If I need to hire a bouncer I will. You said to keep him out, yes?” He asks, pointing to the door. Confused, I looked around the room, taking note of how Andrew and his friends were not here anymore.

“If you may, please.” Liam nods.

“Will do. Sorry for anything that had happened, we can pay for anything that is damaged. Luckily there are just a few drinks that aren’t paid for and a couple of broken tables, but we can cover that.” He tells us. Liam and Louis thanks him before telling us that it was okay to go. Niall and Harry joined us when we got outside, Harry was keeping his distance.

“Alright, I’m going to go with the girls to make sure they get home safe. Lads I will see you later.” Louis tells the guys and they all nod in agreement.

“We should really become cops. That was pretty fun.” Niall says as he comes to hug me.

“Are you kidding, we were in the very back, you and I were both terrified. We screamed.” I joke somewhat. This night was beyond terrifying. A night that I don't want to re-live again. The hug parts and he only motions to stay quiet.

"About that, don't tell Chasity about that, yeah?" I roll my eyes with a smile.

"Sure Nialler."

“You sure you are okay?” Liam asks me once Niall walked away and got into the car.

“Yeah, I’m okay. Thanks.” I softly smile. He nods before hugging me. Zayn was next, and seems to be the last as Liam walks Harry to his car, hopping in with him and driving off. He must be pretty upset still.

“Amber?” I hear Zayn say, waving his hand in front of me. I blink a couple times before looking up at him.

“Yeah?”

“I asked you a question.” He softly smiles, making me shake my head to stop thinking about Harry.

“Sorry, what was it?”

“I asked you if anything was to happen you are to text or call me, okay?” He tells me, before hugging me tightly.

“Course. Thank you, Zayn.” I thank him, hugging him tighter.

“We are all here for you babe. Now go get some rest. I will talk with the guys and see what is up with Harry.”

“Thanks.” I somewhat smile. He places a small kiss on my forehead before hopping in the front seat next to Niall who was already in the car, dancing in his seat to whatever is playing. When Zayn opens the door their song Best Song Ever was blasting, making me smile. I look back at Niall, knowing that he is by far the biggest One Direction fan there is.

Notes

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And sorry for my absence, I have been in finals week for the first semester, and I just didn't have time to write. I am now done with them and hopefully more chapters are to come:) Thank you for your patience!!!