I close the door to Joshua’s taxi cab behind me, now standing on the sidewalk in front of the airport. We had a long conversation on my way here, and now, even though I could barely talk. My throat still hurts from yesterday. I covered my bruise with makeup so it isn’t noticeable. Thankfully, Joshua didn’t notice. Even if he did, he didn’t question. Joshua helps get my luggage out of the back and hands them to one of the employees of the airport.

“Would you ever come back soon?” He asks me. I shrug.

“Maybe, I’m not sure yet.”“If you do, always let me know.” He smiles. I nod and thank him before giving him a hug. He chuckles softly and hugs me back. “You are a sweetheart. Please come back soon.” He tells me, and I frown at the name...

“I’ll try.” I part the hug and reach for my bag that I had set on the floor and put it on my shoulder. Joshua hops back in his taxi and waits until I am inside the building to pull away and drive off.

I go through security all clear and head to my gate. It was currently 5 pm and it isn’t until another hour until I am taking off. Sitting on my own, I think now is a good time to at least text the others that I’m leaving. It was then that I realized they have been texting me.

From: Li:
Amber, are you really leaving so soon? What happened??

From: El:
Amber, you better get your butt over here. Pls. Don't go :(

From: Nialler:
Amber, what happen? Are u really leavin'? But what about my b-day:'(

From: Malik:
I told you to not block us out. We're here for you. Don't leave. Just, come back here and we can talk things out babes.

From: Tommy:
Amber... Please tell me that what Harry is saying and what your flight plan says online isn't true. You have got to be kidding with me. Get over here. Now.

Oh great. Harry ratted me out. They are all pissed. Thanks a lot. Surprising me the most, I get a message from the devil himself.

From: Dimples:
Sweetheart, I know I fucked up. I'm sorry. I know that this may have seemed bad, but if you come back I promise you that we can work it out. I meant that part a lot yesterday. There are obvious things that I am not proud of, hopefully you know that, but please come here. We are all waiting for you.
-H xx

I shake my head, putting my phone down. I don't want to do this. If I go they are going to yell and hate me. Deep breaths, Amber. Deep breaths. Oh no. I don't feel good. That isn't a good feeling. I rest my head back a bit, taking slow breaths. My eyes wander up to the ceiling, my vision starting to blur as I can feel the guilt eating me up inside. Do I even have time to go? I take my sleeve and wipe away the tears that were soon spilling out before gazing at the time on the phone. I could always reschedule it back to a night flight… Or for tomorrow night.


Harry's POV

She isn't answering any of us, and I am really getting worried. I continue to pace around the living room, gripping and tugging on my hair... What if she got an earlier flight? What if she is already there? I can't let her go like this.

"Harry, please sit down you are making me nauseous." Zayn scolds me without looking up from his phone. I don't stop though. I’m not to be rude or anything, but I really can't stop. I have to stay moving. It is what keeps me calm.

"I can't." I at least tell him. He shakes his head at me, leaving it there. Minutes pass by and there is nothing heard from Amber. God, why did I have to that?

“Harry, just sit, or go get something to eat or drink. I’m going to hit you if you keep pacing around like that.” Louis groans from his spot on the couch, El underneath his arm. I slowly come to a stop, as I know that Louis doesn’t joke around when he gets pissed off.

“Thank you.” He mutters, closing his eyes.

I sit down on the empty couch, intertwining my hands on my lap, looking down between my legs. My knee soon starts to bounce but I let it do whatever it wanted, as I was not myself. I know she isn’t herself either. The happiness that was once shining in her eyes dull out as days pass by, and when Jessica comes in the picture. The sadness was breaking through her personality, and I know I just pushed my boundaries after my meltdown. I just don’t want her to leave. Then again, she is too good for me. My mind wanders back to what happened when I last saw her, my face cringing at my own actions.

I continue to pound on the door, begging for her to come out. What have I done?

"Sweetheart, please. Just let me in... I'm sorry. I'm so, so sorry. Just let me in.." I whisper through the door keeping us apart. I'm probably scaring her more, now that I think about it. She doesn’t respond, making me lose hope.

Backing away slowly, I return to the main area where everything took a turn for the worst. The tray that held our dinner was peeking out from under the bed, the wine and food were staining the tan carpet. The cart was tipped over on its side, and the candles were out. Tears of anger were returning the moment I saw the rose in the corner, burnt to a crisp. I can't stay anymore. With a heavy heart I go back to the bathroom, the door still locked. I gently placed a kiss on the door.

"I actually do love you. Believe me. I'm sorry it came out this way." I whisper, before going to the door to the hallway, slamming it shut in my own anger.

Immediately I pull out my phone, and scroll through my contacts to find the one person I haven't actually physically talked to in a while. I should wait until I get in my car to call her, knowing that the paparazzi are going to see me and want to know who I’m talking to. You know what, I will call her when I get back to my room. It will be quiet.

I head out of the hotel, now pitch black from the night. The moon and the stars were hidden behind the dark ominous clouds, not giving me much light. There weren't many paps out tonight, which I was thankful for. The ones that were there begin to crowd around me.

“Harry, what’s happening?”

“How are you?”

“Are you okay?”

"Harry, were you crying?"

I bring my hand up to my face in confusion, soon feeling the warm water on my cheeks. Crap, I am crying. I quickly wipe away any remaining tears before covering my face. The flashing lights are blinding.

"What happened, Harry? Why are your eyes puffy and red?"

"Did you and Amber break up?" I hope not.

"What's going on? Does she know about Jessica??" God so help you if you bring that up again, sir.

I get in my car, ignoring all questions and rev up the engine. I pull out of the parking lot and race back to the hotel. Once I was safely in the hotel, I run to the lift and go up to my floor. Luckily there was no one with me, because I probably look like I am going to murder someone.

Finally in the hall of my room, I pat myself down to find the keycard, not finding it on me. Great, I didn't bring it with me. I stand in front of the door, hoping that someone is nearby and can let me in.

I knock quite loudly, soon hearing scattering feet race to the door. Niall opens the door quickly, sees me, frown, then slam the door in my face. What?

"Niall, open the door. I don't have time for games." I sigh, wiping my face with my hand, sniffling. A moment of silence before the door opens somewhat. The Irish blond pokes his head through the door to get a better look of me.

"Have you been cryin' Haz?" He questions, tilting his head to the side like an innocent puppy.

"Just open the door, Horan. I don't need this right now.” I sigh, rolling my head back.

He opens the door completely, letting me in. I quickly rush in and mutter a thank you before going to my bedroom that I share with Zayn. Luckily everyone else was in Louis and Niall's room, so it was just me in here. Knowing Niall he is going to tell the others, and they will all barge in. I need to make this quick.

I pull out my phone and go through my contacts, finding her number. I press call and begin to pace. I go to make sure the door is locked, hoping the guys aren’t on the other side of the door. It rings a few times before her chirpy soothing voice comes in, letting sigh in relief that she answered.

"Harry, darling! I am so glad you called!" You can practically see her smiling, making me feel bad as I know she won't be smiling soon. "I was afraid my son was ignoring me and his family, letting the fame life get to his head." She playfully scolds me, making me already chuckle.

"Never, mum. You know that." I say quietly. I walk to the window and rest my elbows on the wooden frame, watching the clouds roll by the moon, soon revealing the white light and the stars. I notice that the phone call had gone silent.

"Are you alright, Harry?" She suddenly asks, making me jump a bit.

"Mum, pardon my language, by I fucked up." I hear her sigh, knowing she is mad. She never liked it when i used profanities, but I can’t help it, it’s in my vocabulary.

"Harry Edward Styles don't say that. Now, what did you do?" She asks, making my chest hurt.

As much as I know she is going to hate me, I explained to her what happened. She knows about Amber, and she really likes her a lot. I'm glad about that. I didn't get to what happened earlier as she cuts me off right there.

"Harry, you just need to apologize. Obviously she doesn't trust you, especially after what had happened between you and that skank." She hisses at her own mentioning of Jessica. "I know what happened, I was just hoping it got resolved by now. Seems I hoped wrong. Just try to make it up to her and show her that she can trust you."

"Mum, I know, I tried but it went downhill..." I started.

"How did you try?" With a deep breath I told her what had occurred only a day ago. She doesn't say a word.

"Mum?" No response. "Mum, I know it was wrong, believe me. I kept saying sorry but she pushed me away. I want to fix it but I don't know how. I didn't mean to do it. I don't want to be like him."

"I-I... I don't know what to say." She whispers, no doubt tearing up.

"Please don't cry." I whimper, feeling my tears build up again.

"Just, just try to resolve it between the two of you. You can come here, but be nice. Let me know if you guys are coming, so I can prepare a dinner, alright?"

"I’ll see what I can do." I sigh, running my hand through my hair, no doubt making it look messier than it already is.

"Good. Now get some rest. I will see you soon hopefully."

"Yes mum."

"Harry?"

"Yes?"

"I love you. Please do the same to Amber. Don’t let her go, I really like this one. Good night." She says before hanging up.

I listen to the dull tone of the phone call ending before my phone ends it automatically. The phone drops out of my hand and plops onto the bed. What am I going to do? How could I bargain her to come to my mother’s home? I really need to talk to her.

I hear El say something, jolting me back to reality. I turn my head to see her sitting next to me.

"Sorry, what did you say?" I ask quietly, not wanting to be rude. She smiles at me.

"She will come, don't worry." She tries to comfort me as she hugs me on the side. I let my head fall onto her smaller head, giving somewhat comfort.

"I really do hope so." I mutter. It would be a miracle if she came.

Another fifteen minutes pass by, the pizza that Niall had apparently ordered had already arrived, but no sign of Amber. At this point her flight would have taken off, and she is now on her way to America again. Gone.

My thoughts go cold at the idea of her gone, at least until we hear someone knock on the door. I shoot up, along with everyone else, and we all share glances before Louis gets up and answers the door. I see the door open but Louis’ body frame was covering the person, so I couldn’t see who it was.

El gets up and joins her boyfriend at the door. Louis crosses his arms just as El gets there, squealing and hugging the person. I couldn’t hear what they were saying, as I look over to Zayn who was watching as well. He looks over to me and nods before standing. I quickly stand after and wait a few feet away from the door.

They all walk inside and when the small crowd parts, I finally see her, shivering and wet. Her once warm color had faded no doubt from the cold. El runs behind me, no doubt to get a towel or blanket for her.

She doesn’t see me staring, as she is looking down at her own small feet as Louis begins to whisper harshly to her. I take a couple steps forward, silencing Louis just by my presence. He gives me quick eye contact and quietly walks away, leaving her and I at the door.

She actually came.

Notes

AHH I'm back! My first words when I got to the Boston Airport was "Holy FUCK I forgot how cold it was!" xD My flight to come back got cancelled so even though I had missed so much school work (Which I have to do now) I thought about finishing the chapter there, but was not able to post it until I got home, with a new charger for my laptop:)

The updating process will probably be slower than usual as I still have to make up a lot of work ( I missed 6 days of school, btw) and progress reports are closing on Monday, and I finally went to school yesterday, so I'm behind. But don't forget to comment/vote and subscribe to be able to see the next chapy:) When I have time I will continue writing xxx