Harry's POV

It was our time for break and the lads wanted to play Fifa on the Xbox that we brought with us. We all sat around the large screen television in the game room they made for us a while back, and watched Louis and Niall play yet another match. The score was tied 2-2, and the next goal would win the game as the clock was running out of time. Louis had the ball and was about to make his shot into his goal when Niall came and stole it, running it all the way back to his goal.

"No, no, no, no, no, don't you dare. Don't you D-... NO, NOOO NIALL FUCK OFF!!!" Louis shouts while watching his defeat as the goal is scored. Niall jumped up and down in his spot, pumping his fists in the air cheering. Louis fell back into his seat, sighing heavily.

"I want a rematch!" Louis said, shooting out of his seat.

"Mate, that was your third game. Face it, you can't beat Niall. Now, its my turn." Liam said, reaching over to take the controller from Louis, who wouldn't give it to him.

"No, one more game!" Louis protested.

"Louis, give me the controller..." Liam argued.

"Hey wait a minute, I thought it was my turn?" Zayn started.

"No, it was mine." Liam said to Zayn before reaching for the controller.

"No, I called after Lou. It is my turn!" Zayn said. Next thing you know all three of them are on top of each other, trying to take the controller that was somewhere in the rumble.

"I'm going to go get another snack..." Niall groaned, getting up and leaving the room while carrying his controller.

He leaves me to watch them fight over the other controller, which became amusing. I don't even know why we only have two. We are five, we should at least have three. Oh wait a minute, we did at one point... We lost/broke it and Paul said no to new ones for the rest of the tour, which thankfully/sadly is almost over.

I decided that this was enough as I stood up from my comfy position on the couch to take the controller that was in Zayn's possession. They didn't notice that the controller was no longer in the rumble and continued to argue. I headed to the kitchen to see Niall stocking up on snacks, grabbing a variety of bags of food. He looked at me as I held up the controller, making Niall laugh out loud. I quickly shushed him.

"Want to play against me?" I whispered to him. He nodded, trying to contain his laughter, leaving the kitchen before grabbing a bowl of potato chips. I shook my head in amusement.

We walked back to the game room and saw that they were all still arguing over the controller that was now in my possession. Niall and I sat in the empty couches and began to play another game. Once the lads heard the game was in play, they paused and looked at each other in confusion. I saw from my peripheral vision as they turned to stare at me with the controller completely puzzled. I smirked while keeping my focus on the game.

"Sorry fellas, you snooze, you lose." I said as I made a goal. The guys got up off the floor and joined us on the couches, as if nothing just happened. It was usually like this. We fight, we make up, we move on. That's what's great about us. We are all practically brothers.

*One game later*

"Ha! And you try to insult me on losing to him! You lost, Styles!" Louis yells, getting up and walking out of the living room, pissed off. I roll my eyes and shake my head, handing the controller to Liam.

"You try." I mutter to him. Liam just smiles and nods, picking his team.

Niall was full of smiles today as he sits up on the couch, becoming incredibly focused as yet another match begins. I turn on my phone to see the time, remembering something. I put in the pass-code and open my contact's list, seeing Amber's contact list without her number still. I decided it's about time to go back to the café and see if Amber was working so I could get it. It's a bit later than the last time were there, so she should be working.

"See you guys in a bit." I said to them as I walked out, putting my jacket and beanie on. They all murmured 'Okay's and 'Be safe'. I headed downstairs while calling a taxi. Once I arrived downstairs, the paparazzi and fans were all over the place. They practically surrounded the building.

Probably should have called for Paul... Oh well, no turning back now.

I push my way through the crowd, ignoring all of the questions that the paparazzi would usually call out to me and entering the taxi. I gave the taxi driver the address that I remembered from the last time we visited and he began to drive. I look out to see my reflection in the window, fixing my hair a bit by running my fingers through it before practicing my smiles.

"You're Harry Styles, am I right?" He suddenly asks me. I looked to him and smiled.

"Yes, sir I am." I responded.

"My daughter is a huge fan of yours." He tells me, smiling.

"Really now?" I said, continuing the conversation.

"Yes she is. She always plays your songs and sings them in the car whenever a song comes on the radio. She is 17." he said, showing me one of his pictures of his daughter. She was absolutely adorable.

"Awe she's adorable." I told him smiling.

"Thank you, Mr. Styles."

"Sir, do you think I could call her?" I asked him. He face was priceless.

"That would mean the world to her. If you don't mind Mr. Styles." He said, as we came to a red light. He pulled out his phone, and dialed his daughter before handing it to me. It began to ring.

"Please, call me Harry." I said before a little voice came on the phone. He nodded. I then remembered that I don't know her name, so I covered the speaker. "What is your daughter's name?" I asked him.

"Sarah." he quietly responded. I pressed the phone back to my ear.

"Hello? Sarah?" I asked.

"Dad? Why do you sound British?" she asked. I smiled.

"Your dad is driving. Do you know who he is driving?" I said, hoping my voice came clear on her end. It was silent for a moment.

"Oh my god. No way. HARRY STYLES???!!!!"

"Hello, Sarah!" I said, slightly laughing. She screamed so loudly that I had to pull the phone away from my ear for a moment. The driver laughed at his daughter's reaction.

"Ohmygod, Harry Styles, I love you so much." She said as she began to cry.

"Love, don't cry. No tears are needed." I said, hoping she will stop. Soon enough she did.

"I love you, oh my god. I wish I could come to your concert, but I can't pay for it." She says quietly. Of course me being me, I had to help.

"How would you like a seat and a pass to meet me and the rest of the lads for our next show? That is, if that's alright with your father." I said, looking to meet his gaze. He nodded with a smile. "Your dad's is okay with it. Are you?"

"OH MY GOD, YES!!!!!!!" She screamed. I laughed.

"Alright Sarah. I will get those to you soon and I will see you at the concert tonight, alright?" I smile.

"Yes, thank you so much I love you Harry!"

"I love you too Sarah." I said to her. I love all of my fans so much that it is crazy.

Before I knew it, we were already parked in front of the café. The driver cleared his throat. I looked to him.

"Alright Sarah, I have to go. Bye!" I said.

"BYE HARRY I LOVE YOU SO MUCH THANK YOU!!!" She yells back happily. I laughed and handed the phone back to the driver.

"Honestly I cannot thank you enough for that." He smiles.

"No problem." I tell him. I reached into my wallet and pulled out a $50 bill. We exchanged the money with a shake of hands.

"I shouldn't accept this Harry. This is too much."

"Keep it, thank you for letting me talk to one of my fans." I thanked him before getting out of the taxi, closing the door behind me. I stuffed the address into my pocket, before opening the café's doors.

As usual, there were no pap's so it was clear to remove my jacket and beanie as it was warm in the building. I looked out to the counter and soon enough, I saw her with her back to me. A smile involuntarily came across my face as I walked to the counter, placing one hand on the table while ringing the small bell with the other. I took her by surprise as she jumped at he sound, quickly turning around with a scared face. Oops.


Amber's POV

The bell on the counter rang repeatedly as it took me by surprise. I quickly turned around, without covering the mark on my face and saw Harry Styles, with one hand on the counter and the other on the bell. Once he saw my face he abruptly stopped ringing the bell. His face went from happy and energetic to stone hard in a blink of an eye as his gaze fell straight to my cheek.

I quickly moved my hair to cover it but he caught me before I could by jumping over the counter, and removing both my hand and hair from my face, letting my hair scatter onto my back. He placed both of my hands into one of his large hands, while using the other to examine my face. I am still in shock that he is even back in the first place... He's so incredibly close to me, closer than any other fan, and the thought began to scare me, to be honest. He held my face for a couple minutes, not saying anything, which scared me even more.

"Can I help you, Harry?" I asked. He stiffened at the sound of my voice, but spoke either way.

"What happened?" He said quietly. I gulped and looked away, my eyes wandering to the manager's office...


Flashback: ( A week earlier)

Mr. Sanchez walked around his desk and over to Chasity, who was slowly becoming scared as he came closer and closer to her. My heart races as he closes the door behind her, leaving us all inside this small room with no way out. Before I could even move Chasity fell to the floor, holding her cheek. I became shocked as I had just witness him slap her. I walk over to him as he turns around, anger written all over my face.

"Amber, stay away." She commanded, but I didn't listen.

The adrenaline was rushing through my veins as I came closer to him. He looked at me in confusion before my fist collided with his jaw. I quickly pulled back at the pain. It hurt a lot more than I thought it was going to be. He stumbled back slightly but made a quick recovery and began to charge at me, with a red face.

"Don't ever touch me again, you hear me, bitch?" He yells at me as he slapped me as well. It made me fall back just like how Chasity did moments earlier.

I looked up and saw that he was about to hit me again until Chasity sprung onto his back, clinging on for dear life. He tried to shake her off but she stayed on. He pushed her against the wall, knocking the wind out of her. Some of the framed photos of the cafe when it first opened its doors fell to the ground.

He shook her off and and began to punch and kick me repeatedly. Chasity was moaning on the ground on her back, trying to regain her breath. Once Mr. Sanchez thought I had enough, he walked out of the office and left us on the floor. I clutched onto my stomach from the pain, wanting it to go away.

"Don't come late to work again, Ms. Hudson. As usual, neither of you are to speak of what just happened, or else I won't hesitate to do it again. Lock up." He calls out from outside the room. A ding followed right after, so he must have left. After a couple minutes of silence, we were able to regain our breathing. I crawled over to Chasity.

"Chasity, you didn't have to do that." I say slowly, already feeling tired.

"He was going to hit you either way. I didn't want that to happen. I'm sorry that it did, though." She apologizes.

"Don't be. It's okay."

We laid on the floor for a couple more minutes before Chasity got up. Chasity was breathing normally now, and was fine. The slap mark that was faded returned again on her cheek. I on the other hand, had bruises forming all over my stomach, and my right cheek had a red hand mark.

"Come on, We can stay at my place for the weekend. I'll drive." Chasity said, extending her hand for me to take. I took it and stood up slowly, thanking her and followed her out, making sure the lights were out, and locking the door.

We hopped in the car and drove back to Chasity's place. Her parents are out for the weekend and texted my mom that I was staying at Chasity's and that she should get the girls from their friends house, and bring them home. She replied with an okay.


"Amber! What happened??" Harry asked again, shaking me slightly. His dark green orbs looked desperately between my brown ones. I snapped out of my thoughts, and focused on the guy that was becoming desperate for my attention. Most of my bruises have faded, but only a couple still remain, and are hidden underneath my shirt. The only visible one is this faded hand print.

"Nothing. It's a mark from when I was sleeping." I lied. It's the same lie I tell anyone other than Chasity when they ask me, from time to time. He squinted his eyes slightly, as if in confusion.

"You sleep on your hand, like that?" He asked me. I slowly nodded. People do that, right?

"Your head must be pretty heavy to leave a mark like that on your cheek then." he says with a puzzled face. My cheeks blushed slightly, as I hesitantly nodded, being thankful that he bought it.

"So, is that all you wanted to come here for? Mock the way I sleep?" I asked him, stepping out of his grip, but returning to it by his slight force. He shook his head at me, the curls flopping in the air.

"You know that I don't actually believe that, right? I can tell that it is a lie. But I'm brushing it aside for now, since I don't want to force it out of you." He said sternly, looking at me directly in the eyes. His eyes were really dark green at this point, which now terrified me.

"Whatever you say, sir." I tell him, getting out of his hold once more, succeeding this time.

"So sassy, you're actually talking now." He says, changing the subject while jumping over the counter, leaning against the other side of it, smiling. His eyes quickly changed to the same light green that girls around the world swoon over. How does he do that?

"Yeah, sorry about that..." I said, looking down, my shoes becoming interesting to me at the moment. He chuckled.

"Don't be sorry. It was cute to watch you stand there all star-struck, lost in my eyes, since that's all you would stare at." He said, leaning over a bit more. I just rolled my eyes.

"I wasn't just staring at you, I was staring at One Direction, not just Harry Styles." I replied, trying to keep a straight face.

"Ah, okay. So you're a fan then?" I nod my head. "Who's your favorite in the band? Niall, Zayn, Louis, Liam, or..." He trailed off, not saying his own name.

"You?" I finished.

"Awe, I'm your favorite?" He presses his hand over his heart, touched by what I said. I caught on to what he was trying to do, face palming my forehead.

"Wow, cheap move. No, it's Louis." I quickly replied, smirking. He looked at me shocked.

"Well, sorry to break the news to you love, but he already has a girlfriend, Eleanor Calder." he said, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. I rolled my eyes.

"Doesn't mean that I can still like him." I continue my sass.

"You know sassy, you could really get along with him. I see why you like him. Who's your second favorite?" He holds his hands up in surrender, as I ponder for a moment.

"Liam." he looked at me with a straight face as if I was kidding. "Yes, I do realize that he has a girlfriend too." I added.

"Its his muscles isn't it. I have them too you know." He began flexing, making a giggle escaping my mouth without my permission, but I couldn't help it at how adorable he was acting. He stopped flexing as he saw the clock on the wall. He then jumped over the counter, joining me on my side of it smoothly.

"Harry, you can't keep doing that." I scolded him. He shook his head in amusement. He walked closer to me, making me take a step back. He took another step, and I took another one back. This continued until my back was against the wall, Harry's hands planted on both sides of my head. He leaned in, and placed his face next to my right ear.

"Look, you and I both know that I'm your favorite. Let's just leave it at that. Okay?" He whispers, his hot breath hitting my ear. I rolled my eyes, but nodded either way. "Good." He places a gentle kiss on my marked cheek and backing away slightly. "You will tell me what happened sooner or later. I can tell that it is a hand print that is definitely not yours."

He reaches into my back pocket, making me jump as he took out my phone, unlocking it, and typing something. I should put a lock on that... Seconds later his phone beeped. He places my phone back into its original spot before taking out his.

"You now have my number. Text me, okay? I have to be back at the arena at 7. Got a show at 8 tonight." I looked at the clock and it said 7:15.

"It's already 7:15, Harry." I said, shocked. He just shrugged.

"Your beauty distracted me. Can't help it." He winks. Smooth. "Can you make me a quick coffee? Before I go?"

I nodded and headed to the kitchen, making him a coffee. I came back with the coffee and saw that he was over on his side of the counter where he should be, looking down at his phone. I cleared my throat and he looked up, sending me a smile.

"That will be $3.50." I said, punching numbers into the cash register. He handed me a $20.00. I looked up at him.

"Keep the change." He said. Before I could protest, he was already out the door, hailing a taxi, and leaving. I stood there, with his change in my hand.

"Aww. That was cute. He likes you doesn't he?" I suddenly heard from behind me, making me jump. I turned and saw Chasity smirking at me from the dark area of the kitchen.

"Stop doing that. You know how much I dislike it."

"Sorry that you are so jumpy, princess." She rolls her eyes at me before continuing. "But there's something on with you and Harry, isn't there?"

"He's Harry Styles, he likes everyone." I stated, remembering his fame life.

"Alright, so then he must really like you." She shrugs casually.

"Chas-" I started but she cut me off.

"Girl, don't try to lie, I saw everything. What did he write on your phone?" She asks, quickly joining me by my side. I pulled out the phone, shivering at the memory that happened a short while ago. I opened my phone and saw that a text message was sent.

To: My Favorite Boy
This is Amber's number. Omg I love you so much Harry please have my babies!!

I stared wide-eyed at the message that he sent from my phone. Chasity was laughing her butt off on the floor. I quickly sent a text message with embarrassment.

To: My Favorite Boy
Wow, how mature Harry. That just made me like you less than I already do.

Instantly, I got a reply.

From: My Favorite Boy
Ouch. That hurt. But we all know that's what you were thinking. Admit it.
-H

To: My Favorite Boy
In your dreams.

From: My Favorite Boy
I don't wish, I know. Hey, as much as I want to talk to right now I have to get back to work. Show, remember? Wish you would have come though ;)
-H

To: My Favorite Boy
If I get enough money one day I will, but not today.

From: My Favorite Boy
Alright, I'll take what I can get. Thanks for the coffee, love. Don't miss me too much! I'll be singing to you.
-H

Wow. I feel like he is just begging me to bring out my sassiness.

To: My Favorite Boy
Who said I missed you? ;) You're welcome.

From: My favorite boy
Oooh, Ms. Starstruck is getting flirty with her ;) now.
-H

To: My Favorite Boy
Shush. I'm no flirt. I'm sass.

From: My favorite boy
Shush? Who says that anymore?
-H

To: My favorite boy
Me, that's who!

From: My favorite boy
Alright, whatever you say Ms. Starstruck. I seriously have to go though... Bye!
-H

To: My favorite boy
Bye! Good luck tonight.

I sat down on the counter, amazed by what just happened.

"Yeah, he totally likes you Ambos." Chasity states. She stopped laughing and was reading our conversations from behind my shoulder. Does he? I mean, he could like anyone. If you compare me to his past girlfriends, I am nothing. Why would he like someone like me?

Notes

I want to start by saying sorry for not updating in a couple days, I got really sick and I am actually home right now when I should be at school. I am feeling better though! I hope you guys enjoyed the chapter and I tried to make it as long as I could, to show you how sorry I am!

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