“Amber, come on we don’t have time to lose! We are about to miss it! Move it!” My apparently brother scolds me, motioning me out of the room.

“Jake! Wait! Why are we in such a rush?” I frantically ask.

“I want to make it to our next stop before you pass out again. We ran out of gas a few miles back and we took shelter this barn. We are getting pretty tired of carrying you non-stop. You have legs. Use them for once.” He tells me as we run into a town, passing by people until we stop at a train station.

“A train station? We are taking a train?” I ask worriedly.

“Yeah, why?” He asks me. There was no one in line so we hopped onto the nearest train and found an empty cabin.

“I don’t like being in trains so much.” I say shyly. Jacob and his friend that I still don’t know are looking at me as if I’m crazy.

“Why?” His friend asks.

“Well, we are in a closed off space, there isn’t much to do, and despite the fact that if we crash we could be out in the middle of no where, and be left to die with no help or rescue.” They both squint their eyes at me.

“Seriously?” I nod. “Well, we are your rescue team, so no need to worry about that. You can now pass out, or stare out the window and play I Spy, or go on your phone telling whomever is constantly texting you to leave you the hell alone and that you are okay.” He says the last option in a rather annoyed tone as my phone begins to go off again repeatedly. I check the phone to see new voice mails from the guys, Hope, and Charisa, and Chasity. I do as I was told and respond to them all saying I am okay before shutting it off.

“So, where are we going?” I ask them once my phone was completely put away in my pocket. If I’m being kidnapped by my own family might as well know what is going on.

“We are heading back to my place, hoping to keep you there for a while or at least everything calms down with your sudden disappearance.”

“What happened that is making me go off the grid?” I question curiously.

“Well, you and Harry were at a red carpet, when this guy came in and-”

BEEP. BEEP. BEEP. BEEP. BEEP. BEEP.

I groan, reaching out to my phone, wanting it switched off. Once I had it turned off, I finally open my eyes. Looking around, I realize that I am back in my hotel room. The clock on the nightstand read 4:30 pm.How long was I out for? Sitting up, I notice how the room is more neater than I had remembered. I’m pretty sure that this room was a complete mess with clothes everywhere.

I get off of the bed and stretch, my eyes wandering the room. They stop at the sight of a rolling table, with a silver dome on the top. Food? I walk over and remove the lid, seeing breakfast food. Before I could see if it was warm still or not, I feel something pass by me that was a familiar feeling, but hated.

I quickly head to the bathroom and check if I was right, and surely, I was right. I am on my period. Feeling embarrassed and furious all at once, I head back to my suitcase to see if I packed any tampons in case of emergency. Thankfully I did. I return to the bathroom with a tampon and new underwear. I removed my clothes, threw out the underwear after wrapping it in tissue paper, and hopped into the shower. I feel gross.

When I finished with my shower and re-dressing myself, with the tampon now on, I walk back to the food, and check to find out that it was cold. There was a card on the side, with my name in neat, cursive writing.

Amber,
I hope this is okay with you. You passed out shortly after we got in the car. I had check you for your room key which got us in. You are a heavy sleeper, that’s for sure.. We brought you here, and thought it would be nice to clean your room a bit. We even got you some breakfast for when you wake up, hopefully still in the morning. If not then you can heat it up in the microwave, blah blah blah. Love you!
El :) x

Hey Bambi. I just wanted to let you know that I, nor the rest of the guys hate you, we aren’t even mad. Hope we can still have our Bambi to come by and join us in the studio. If not then that’s okay as well. I know that last night was, well, quite a night to experience, but don’t block us out completely. We are here for you. Hope you are well.
Louis

I close the card with a heavy sigh, and begin to heat up the breakfast, or at least heat up the tea and other foods that could be re-heated. Once I could heat up what I could, I sit back down on my bed and turn on the tv. Good old breakfast in bed. In the afternoon. Late afternoon.

Flicking through channels, there weren’t any good things on, so I turned it back off and turned on my phone. I really wish I brought a book. When it was turned on my phone was just spammed with messages, the usual ‘Are you okay?’ texts. Ignoring them, I go on Twitter to see that I have gained another 25 thousand followers. Many more shippers, and hateful tweets. Just grand.

What am I to do now? I have nothing do to and I’m here for another week and a half. Wait, I’m in London. London! Why not tour? I smile to myself, remembering that I am even here. I’ve always dreamed of coming here, and basically traveling in general. I still have Harry’s camera, and now is a good time to use it. Quickly finishing my incredibly late breakfast, I get out of my PJ’s and put on some clothes to wear out. I put the camera in my bag, along with my phone, wallet, and other essentials for emergency.

The lobby was absolutely packed with people by the time I reached them. I put on my hat and check to make sure that my jacket was zipped up before heading for the door. When I reached closer to the doors, I realize that the people there were the same people from yesterday.

“Amber! Are you feeling any better? Can we take a picture with you now?” One of the girls ask me. Well, my small cold did go away overnight, so I nod and take a couple pictures with them.

When they had enough pictures, they let me walk out of the hotel and immediately I set my phone on google maps, saving the hotel address. I start my walk, really trying to take in the atmosphere, which was absolutely gorgeous and happy. The sky has cleared and it isn’t that cold either.

I put in places that are in walking/bus distance that are places I have to go to first. Obviously on the top of the list was Big Ben and The London Eye. I passed a couple phone booths that I know I could photo-shop later on, so I pause in front of one, just as one of their red buses were driving down the road. Perfect. I wait for the perfect moment before taking the shot. Paparazzi were now on my tail, taking pictures of me taking pictures. Funny. I need an escape.

Remembering that I have Joshua McCoy, the taxi driver, I call his company and send him my way. They said that he would be here in a few minutes, as he is currently driving someone right now. I stay patient and take a few more pictures from my location, sitting in front of a clothing store. I see his taxi car pull up, and I happily hop in.

“Amber, how are you?” Joshua greets me when I close the door.

“Pretty good, decided to do some touring around here.” I softly smile.

“Well, glad you called. Where’s the first stop?” I pull out my list of places to go, and check off Big Ben.

“To Big Ben, if you may.” I smile widely.

~4 hours later~

London is just a place of beauty. Especially at night, where the lights go off on the London Eye to the street lights. It’s absolutely breath taking. A great way to get my thoughts straight. I've never had a clear mind as I do now. It's relaxing.

I continue my solo stroll through a park, as I felt bad for having Josh drive me around all afternoon. Some clouds have been rolling in, but not enough to cover the moonlight, shining my pathway. That’s another thing I need to take a picture of. The scenery is just perfect at night.

Going down on my stomach, I angle the camera up where the moon was in the top right corner, the stars twinkle, and thin clouds are seen. That’s going to be my new wallpaper. I’ve probably taken way too many pictures… I wonder if there is a place where I can develop these? I can find out tomorrow. I am already getting hungry.

I make my short walk back to the hotel, which was absolutely packed in the lobby. My stomach was growling, but because of all of the commotion no one heard it. I went to the dining area to get some dinner, only to see that its packed there as well. What is going on?! I have no choice but to head back to my room and order from there.

I hop on the elevator, which was at least empty. The large crowd is really getting to me. In my own space, I finally turn on my phone, ignoring the same messages that I failed to check before and go online, searching for ways to get my stay to shorten. Louis gave me the information when I first arrived, in case I wanted to 'extend my trip further'. Obviously Harry is pretty pissed off, and I don’t want to piss him off anymore than he already is with me being here. In fact, it feels like a mistake doing this in the first place.

I didn’t know that relationships would be hard to maintain, especially celebrity relationships. Some celebrity couples make it look so easy. Perrie and Zayn, El and Louis, why can’t it be that easy? I don’t know.. Maybe its for the best. I’m also getting pretty behind on school work with my few days of absence. I really do have to get back. Chasity has also been sending me messages of things that I’m missing, and the pile is growing.

I get off when I reach my floor and head to my room, inserting my key. The door opens, my heart racing. I didn’t even remove the key, yet… My door was already open. I remove the key and hold onto it, slowly walking in. Again, there is a new silver dome on a tray sitting in the middle of the room. But now there is two. With a candle and a rose in between. The curtains were drawn shut and the only light source is from the candle. I can hear arguing in one of the rooms, and its really concerning me.

“Hello?” I call out, slowly closing the door behind me. Of course I get no response.

I take off my bag and set it by the door, taking cautious steps in my room. When I heard footsteps, I quickly retreat backwards to the door. When I hear heels clicking, I walk back out and look into the hallway, seeing some girl was tugging down her dress after leaving my bedroom. Ew. It better not be what I think it is. I’m pretty sure I closed the door completely.

When she saw me, she just gave me a smirk and walked right out the door. Was that who I thought it was? To make the situation better, Harry comes into view, dressed in dress pants and a collared shirt that was being tucked in by him. When he sees me his eyes widen and immediately covers his face with his hands. I frown.

“You've got to be kidding me.” He groans through his hands.

“Harry?” I question, just to be sure. This can’t be happening. He removes his hands and places them in his pocket.

“Hey, sweetheart.” He says awkwardly, making me shake that he is even trying to use that nickname on me. I shake my head.

“How did you get in here?” I ask him emotionless, avoiding eye contact as I remove my jacket and hanging it on a hook, along with my glasses and hat on the table. I hear him sigh.

“Louis gave me the spare key card to here.” He explains, coming closer. Of course, thank you Louis.

“Why? To have fun with your ex?” I take a step back when he was getting close.

“No!!" He stops with his eyes widened.

"Then why?"

"Well, I thought it would be nice to do something for you. Especially with the turn of events lately, and not making you feel exactly welcomed in London… I know this is your first time and things didn't go well…” He mutters at the end.

“Then why was she here?” I cross my arms.

“She saw me walk in, and wanted to talk.”

“So you guys ‘talked’?” He nods. “In my hotel room?” He nods again. “In my bedroom?” He scrunches his face up but nods again. “How long have you been here for?”

“When you walked out, I came in. I stayed and waited for you. Then she followed me in.”

“So you have been here for 4 hours with her?”

“Yeah, pretty much… I kept asking her to leave, but she is persistent.” I hold my hand up, motioning him to stop.

“I don’t even want to know what had happened.” I say, walking away to my bedroom to get some clothes to change into. The bedroom was an absolute mess. All of my stuff had been moved around, some of my clothes have been taken out of my luggage, and the bed sheets were on the floor. Some clothes that aren't even mine were scattered as well.

“Amber, it isn’t how it is, I promi-” Harry says, catching up behind me. I shake my head.

“Don’t.” I cut him off, not wanting to hear it anymore. My eyes are already watering. Just great. He looked confused.

“Amber, I’m serious just give me a chance to-”

“Explain? Like how you accidentally kissed her when I got here? Is it going to be one of those kinds of explanations?” I suddenly yell, not feeling like myself anymore.

“Amber, I’m serious that this is not what it looks like. Nothing actually happened! I wouldn’t do that. I would never go that far. She set this up.”

“Harry, look.” I start, re-collecting my thoughts from earlier.

“Amber. You need to trust me.” I shake my head.

“Harry-”

“How about we settle this over dinner, yes?” He asks, tugging my arm back to the main area.

“Harry, listen to-” I try but he cuts me off, sitting me down on the bed.

“I got us some gourmet delicacies. Do you prefer steak or-” He asks me, removing the silver domes.

“Harry, I-”

“Do you not like steak? I can get us something else if you don’t prefer these. Is there something specific that you like? Do you have food allergies because I can get us takeout if that is what you want, I don’t-”

“HARRY!” I cut him off with a yell, making him stop. He stops and turns to me, his curls swinging around as he turns.

“What? Too much?” He says with a worried face, making me sigh.

“Look, Harry, I don’t think I can do this anymore. I think we need a break.” I somehow manage to say. His face turns into shock and goes slightly pale as he drops his phone.

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