When we got back to my parent’s house, I rushed around to Amber’s side to carry her inside. Her face told me that she could walk, but with one flash of my smile, she hopped on my back and didn’t protest. I don’t want her walking so much if it hurts her, even the slightest. It’s probably around 4 in the afternoon, so we could just watch a movie or two and let her relax a bit, and hopefully go back to the park.

“Is your family home?” I hear her ask just as I closed the door behind us. I removed my shoes and set them by the door, and shook my head, knowing my head of curls is tickling her face.

Her hands run through my hair, relaxing me. I just admire the way she does it, I never let else touch my hair before I met her except my mum and Lou, only because she has to. Even when I leave her I put it back the way I like it. Gemma wasn’t even allowed to touch it. Now with Amber in my life, I am starting to accept the feeling. Sure, I let small children such as her younger siblings touch it, but no one else but her can now touch it. I can just imagine her touching and grabbing it as we lay together, oh man that is gonna be nice. Oh no, don’t think that way, Harry. Don’t. Stop.

“Why are we just standing here?” She suddenly says, snapping me out of my thoughts. My eyes open as well, which I didn’t even realize were shut. I stood in the middle of the living room, the only thing that was heard was Amber’s contagious giggles ringing. I blinked rapidly a couple times before resting her gently onto the larger couch.

“Just stay right there. I’ll be back, alright? Don’t try to get up. I don’t want you walking on that ankle.” I tell her, slowly walking away.

“Fine, okay I won’t. I’ll be here.” She tells me, motioning me to leave with her hand, with an adorable rolling set of eyes.

Moving around the kitchen island I head to the sliding door that lead to the patio in the backyard, seeing the table set and candles not lit yet. Christmas lights were hung on around the railing of the patio, hopefully they are the the white ones, not the green and red ones or the rainbow colored. I still have to wait until it is more darker to use those. I pushed the chairs in closer to the table and took out my present and hid it under the cushion of my chair. Hopefully I will remember that is mine. The one on the left, the left, the left, the left, the left. Okay.

Heading back to the living room I see that Amber had found out how to use the telly, flipping through the channels before stopping on one that I never really liked when an image of us appeared.

“And last but certainly not least, we have breaking news so listen up, Directioners! Heartthrob Harry Styles was out at a mall earlier today with his special lady, but they come out empty handed? Did something go wrong, Harry? Is she too expensive for you?” She makes a sass face, making me roll my eyes. “Amber Hudson had a pretty bummed out face while leaving with Mr. Styles. What, was she caught red handed?” Fuck off. I stood behind the couch, still pretty sure that Amber hasn’t noticed me yet.

“Let me explain, some people that were inside said that she was seen talking and possibly flirting to a man, that wasn’t Harry! You heard me right. She was in TJ Maxx, holding quite the amount of clothing while chatting with this guy. Some images have already been making their debut to Twitter, as well as many hashtags trending, such as #Amberthecheat, #Amberisaslut, #Amberleave, and even #Harrywatchout.”

The image was her at a rack with none other than Andrew, who stood pretty close to her, almost towering over. That’s why she didn’t get anything then. He followed us, and waited for me to be out of sight. That bastard. His eyes held the same thought from the last, pure lust. My hands grip onto my upper arms, why didn’t I see him? That must have been when I was either inside the shop or out with the fans… I shouldn’t have left her.

“Obviously, this guy isn’t bad looking, I mean, Harry is adorable and all, but look at those biceps, has he been working out or what? Could this mean that she is hiding something from us? Harry, you might want to watch out for her. When are you going to realize that she is just usi-”

That’s enough for today. I quickly walked around and took the remote out of her grip, shutting it off with frustration. What the hell is wrong with these people? I drop the remote onto the coffee table, the remote making a loud impact sound against it. Deep breaths, Harry. Let’s not do something too drastic.

“I’m sorry Harry.” Amber whispers behind me.

I swiftly turn around, seeing her head had bowed, hands covering her face. A sniffle had come from her, making me frown. I sit beside her hand hold her close to me. She grips my jacket and lets the tears flow. I make sure I watch her right ankle as I tug her up onto my lap for the second time today, mumbling sweet nothings to her as I rock us side to side getting her to calm down.

“Love, you have nothing to be sorry for. Please don’t think that this is your fault. It’s far from it.” I place a kiss to her hair that was now tied back into a ponytail.

“But I-”

“But nothing." I cut her off. "You did nothing wrong. They are just doing that to get to you. ”

“But what about Andrew?” I tense at the mention of his name, slowly stopping the rocking.

“That’s my fault. I shouldn’t have left you so soon. Did he try anything on you?” I quickly change the topic of me leaving.

“No. I left before he could.” She responds quietly. The crying had stopped, but her voice had started to fade.

“Good. I won’t leave you like that again. Next time I will let you know if that happens again.” I squeeze her tighter to me, feeling her arms wrap around my waist. “If anyone is to blame its me.”

“Don’t say that. Your fans just got excited to see you and never turn a fan down. Ever.” She compliments me, I believe. I smile slightly and shake my head.

“But I still want to be by your side. Its much better, and quite comfy if I may add.” I poke at her side, making her stifle a giggle and move around to avoid it. “I’m always going to be here for you, whether you like it or not.”

“Thank you, Harry.” She gives me one more quick hug before crawling off of my lap.

“Whoa whoa, where are you going? Come back here.” I chuckle as I pull her back onto my lap. “You want to watch a movie on Netflix?” So we don’t have to go through any more channels of us on the news, of course...

“Sure, but I also want popcorn. I’ll go make some.” She stands up and slowly walks to the kitchen. Oh no. She’s going to see the patio.

“NO!” I yell accidentally, making her suddenly stop and look at me wide eyed. Nice job, fucker. “I mean... I got it, I don’t want you walkin’ yet, remember? Come on.”

I walk over to her and pick her up bridal style and lay her down back onto the couch. With a kiss to the forehead, I hand her the remote after turning to Netflix, before heading to the kitchen to make popcorn. I ended up making only one bag, as I want her to save room for dinner afterwards. When they were popped and ready to eat, I left them in a big plastic bowl and brought it back to Amber, who was in the same position as before, except her feet dangled off to the side. Probably because she doesn’t want to dirty up the couch with her shoes.

“Let me.” I give her the bowl of popcorn before bending down to her level, cautious as I removed her shoes and set them beside the couch. I stand up again, and feel like something is off. I know what it is.

“I’ll be back.” Before she could ask why I rushed up to my room and got a blanket and changed from my jeans to sweats and took off my shirt. I’ll bring another pair of bottoms and a shirt if she wants to change into them too.

“Hey Amber?!” I yell out, hopefully loud enough for her to hear. Nobody else but her is home so no one can complain about it.

“Yeah?!” She responds.

“Would you want to change or are you okay with what you have on now?” I start walking back with the extra clothes just in case, so I don’t have to yell anymore. I have recording tomorrow.

“Would you change me for me pwease?!” She yells out, thinking I’m still upstairs. Whoa, what? My eyes widen at her response just as I return to the living room. I walk around the couch and see that she is holding back laughter, and when she sees my face she lets it out.

“Haha, how funny you jokester.” I roll my eyes, plopping down next to her and opening the blanket.

“Hey, you don’t want me up on my ankle, so that’s what you would have to resort to.” Wait, she isn’t kidding?

“Seriously? You mean you aren’t kidding?” I ask to make sure. She nods, and extends her limbs out like a starfish. Lord have mercy, please.

“I trust you.” She says with a small smile, making butterflies erupt in my stomach. This girl, I swear is going to be the death of me.

I nod as coolly as possible and begin to change her bottoms into mine. She had skinny jeans on so it took a couple minutes. Her underwear began to show and made my heart race. The jeans soon came off and replaced with my clothes.

When I had finished she took the shirt I had brought for her and did a neat trick I haven’t seen someone do in a while. She put my shirt on, took her arms out of my shirt and I would guess hers as well, before slipping her arms through my shirt, and finally removing her shirt over her shirt. Magic.

“Wow. Neat trick.” I complimented her.

“Thanks. And thanks for that, too.” She points to my clothing on her and I nod with a smile.

“Literally, anytime, I wouldn’t mind at all. Trust me.” I smile wider, making her laugh.

“Alright, alright.” I brought the coffee table closer to us before getting a throw pillow and placing it where her feet would be.

I sit down in front of where the pillow is and bring my feet up to hold the pillow in place. I bring Amber onto my lap, draping the blanket over us wrapping my arms around her waist, holding her tight. She sighs happily, which made me sigh as well, resting my head on her shoulder. I only have a couple more days with her, and I don’t want them to go to waste. Tomorrow is going to be busy, now that the media had brought Andrew to the mix. I’m going to get an earful when I get back.

“Harry?” I hear her ask, bringing me back to us.

“Sorry, what?” I ask, resting my back against the couch. She turns her upper body to me with a worried expression.

“Are you feeling alright, Harry?” She presses her hand against my forehead, making my eyes close at her touch.

“I’m good.” I smile. Her hand is removed, but I know she is still staring. “What?” I ask, opening my eyes slightly with a smirk. Her eyes glimmer at me, her smile forming as beautiful as always. Her face comes close to me, and I soon felt a soft pair of lips dangerously close to mine, forcing my eyes to open all the way. She laughs softly at me.

“What was that for?” I ask, bringing one hand up to my face. She shrugged, her face going rosy pink as she looks away and pokes at the sparrows on my chest.

“Was kinda hoping that you would think of that as an invitation.” She says quietly, now making me sit up. Wait a minute.

“You mean…” She nods with a smile, still looking away.

“Are you sure?” She nods. I start to recall my mother talking about how we haven’t kissed yet, could this be a reason why? “If this is about what my mum said earlier, then-” I try to ease her, but she cuts me off.

“No, it isn’t, I swear. I was thinking about it before we came here. Really.” She whispers, looking up at me, turning me to jelly. Her head raises up, showing me her beet red face, still showing a smile.

I smile along with her, taking her face in my grasp, and slowly connecting our lips together. My hands shake slightly at the reality of how far we have come so far. A heavy sigh escaped me, the feeling of her lips on mine was absolute bliss, and definitely worth waiting for. She is definitely the one. Our lips part, my heart and no doubt hers were running at the speed of light.

“Wow.” We both said simultaneously, making us laugh.

“Can I do that again?” I ask quietly for permission as if we were going to get caught, even though it's just us. She nods and I immediately kiss her again. I break away and kiss her lips so many times that she began to smile and laugh, not letting me properly kiss her anymore.

“Stop laughing.” I mumble, trying to kiss her again. Her laughter becomes contagious and makes me laugh with her.

"When you kiss me like that I have to laugh. You seem so needy."

“I can’t help it. A man has to take the opportunity to get as many in there as he can.”

“What man?” She jokes, making me stop.

“I’m a man and you know it.” I say, planting one last kiss.

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When the third movie had finished it was starting to get dark, the perfect time for dinner outside. I kept stealing kisses every now and then, and just leaving some on her shoulder and neck. No, I didn’t leave a hickey. Or at least I don’t think I did… I checked her ankle and she had appeared to be walking fine now, so I let her go change back to her clothes in the washroom as I change into mine in my room.

Today just went from sadness to the best day ever in the matter of three and a hours. All that is left is the night, and then tomorrow is back to work. I change into nicer clothes, a white solid t-shirt and a black jacket on top along with black jeans. I quickly join Amber downstairs just as she emerges from the bathroom. She looks around and finds me, eyes widening, making me smile at how cute she can be.

“Isn’t that a bit much for dinner inside?” She jokes, tugging at my jacket. I shake my head.

“It can never be enough for you. This is what I can do for you for now.” I tell her, bringing her chin up and kissing her lips softly, enjoying every millisecond. She giggles when we part, making me chuckle along.

“Come, it’s just outside.” I extend my arm to her, which she took with a smile. I lead her to the outside which was pitch black at this point. With a switch of the light the decorations and scenery comes to life.

“Oh my goodness, it’s beautiful.” She gasps. It really was. Can’t forget to thank my family later.

“Like it?” I smile, leading her to her chair.

I pull out her seat and she gladly sits down, a smile permanent on her face. After I push her in I get the matchbox and strike a light, lighting up the candles, before getting the food in the stove. I set down the dishes on the table and finally sit down. We had a nice chat, talking about just the randomest things that came to mind, and just enjoying each others company.

I don’t think that I have had a great date like this, and not have it get ruined. There is now only one last thing to wrap this all up. I take away the empty plates and set them in the sink to be washed for later and come out with dessert, a cake that I had made early this morning while Amber was asleep.

I had forgotten that my mum loved to wake up early, so she caught me decorating the cake with the words ‘Happy Late One Month Anniversary’ on it. Tears may or may not have been shed but she promised to keep it a secret and not say anything when Amber had awoken. I set the cake down in front of her, and she starts to get emotional.

“That’s what this is all about, huh?” She asks me as everything pieces together in her mind, holding my hand from her seat and giving it a tight squeeze.

“Well yeah, I told you that I was going to make up the anniversary here, so here we are.” I tell her, squeezing her hand back.

“Aww, Harry. This is the best thing anyone has ever done for me. Thank you.” She stands up and kisses me quickly before I could respond to it. So of course, I pout.

“That wasn’t nice. That was too quick.” She rolls her eyes at me for the millionth time and kisses me more properly. “Thank you.” I tell her as she sits back down.

“Thank you for doing this for us.” She smiles as she glances at the cake again, but soon has a discomforting face as she starts to wiggle.

“What is it?” I ask her. Did she not like something on the cake.

“Uhm, I think I’m sitting on something?” After a couple wiggles of her hips she stands up.

When she stood up she removes the cushion for the chair, and I immediately panic. Fuck, fuck, fuck... I forgot that the present was on the left seat. She was sitting on it this whole time. She isn't supposed to be on the left!!! She takes the box slowly and brings it between us. I cover my mouth with one hand in pure disappointment with myself. Way to fuck it up, Harry!

“What’s this, Harry?” She asks, touching the velvet box. I scratch the back of my neck, groaning softly.

“Uhm… Well…” I sigh. Just come clean. “It’s your present…” She looks at me confused but I motion for her to open it. The case was soon propped open and revealed a silver chain necklace with a silver heart that had a Peridot gem in the middle, which was her birthstone.

“Harry…” She gasps, her free hand clasped over her mouth. I smile sheepishly and take the case from her and take out the necklace.

“May I?” I ask. She nods quickly and starts to tear up as she moves her hair to allow me access to put the necklace on. Once the clasp was on I take her hair from her grasp and set it down to let her know its on.

“This is to make up for your birthday as I never got you a present in the first place and our one month anniversary.” I explain to her as she stayed silent, holding the heart. “Do you like it?” Instead of answering me she tackles me in a tight embrace around my middle, making me chuckle, wrapping my arms around her. “I’ll take that as a yes.”

“Obviously!” She sniffles, making my instincts tell me to hold her tighter.

“Amber, please don’t cry again. I thought this wouldn’t make you cry.” I whine.

“These are happy tears, I promise. Harry, where and when did you get this?” She asks, pulling away from me slightly to look up. I brought my fingers up to her face to wipe away her stray tears. I didn't like seeing her cry, even if she is happy.

“Today during our trip to the mall. That’s where I really went while you were in T.J. Maxx. The fans were just a cover up, and I just got lucky. I was afraid that you found out already, but it turned out that it was just that fucker messing with your head.” I explain, tapping her forehead softly. She nods as her mind pieces the information together.

“You are so sneaky.” She smiles at me.

“The things I do for you my love.” I pepper her face with delicate kisses, loving that this night wasn’t completely destroyed.

“How much did this cost you?” I shake my head quickly.

“Never telling. This is your present. You aren’t paying me back. For anything. Okay?” I pull back, making sure she understands that. She nods with a small smile.

“Okay. Thank you.”

“No problem.”

I just love her too much, where it can make me look insane. But I will stop saying it out loud until you are feeling the same way. I won’t pressure you into it. But I do love you, Amber Rose.

Notes

This was the necklace, just to give you all an idea haha-->


One by Ed Sheeran inspired this chapter btw :) I enjoyed writing this one the most, just so many cute moments.. I want to have a Harry of my own. Honestly. ~^-^~

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