Amber’s POV

I threw my jacket beside me onto the floor as I fell back on the couch, sighing in relief that the day was over. It was now 10:37 pm and I am home alone. My mom is at the hospital with my dad, as he continues to recover from his intoxicated state. He should be coming home by Sunday, if I remember correctly from the text my mom sent me earlier. She also told me that Charisa and Hope are sleeping over their friend’s house, since they have already been staying there for the past couple of hours, and they wanted to stay. They don’t seem to mind staying at their house since it gives them more time to hang out.

Harry then popped into my mind, and the events that occurred at the work place only a couple hours ago. My fingers travel to my face delicately at the memory of Harry’s soft kiss to my cheek. He saw the mark... I should be more careful now that I think about it more. I don’t want anyone to find out about this. Chasity promised him to not tell anyone, and so did I. Who knows how Mr. Sanchez would react to if someone else found out? Especially if someone as famous as Harry, and the rest of One Direction, they could end up closing the café, or just fire Mr. Sanchez so he wouldn't be our boss anymore. He could end up in jail…

Wait...That actually won’t be such a bad thing, right?

I got up and off of the couch and made my way to my room, placing my phone on the night stand next to my bed, gathering some clothes to sleep in, and hopping into the shower. When I was done, I dried myself off and brushed my teeth. I walked out of the bathroom while putting my hair up in a messy bun and entered my room, falling back on my bed, staring at the ceiling. I reached over to the night stand and grabbed my phone, going on twitter. I tweeted:

“Home sweet empty home.”

I was following the boys of One Direction for a while now, and I saw tweets from them, all about how they are excited for another show. Louis even tweeted 'Woo, hard work paying off with a day off!'. What if they come visit me at work again? Would they even? As I continued to scroll down the feed I found something that caught my eye in my alerts. I would say that it surprised me a lot to see that Harry was now following me. How did he know I have a twitter account?

A half an hour or so later I heard a couple taps coming from my balcony door. I thought to myself, I know that my mom is at the hospital and won’t be coming home until dad does, and the girls were sleeping at their friend’s house by now. Chasity is no doubt asleep at her house, even if she weren't she would use the front door, so I'm not expecting anybody. I hopped off of the bed and walked over to a window which allowed me see the front of the house. There wasn't a car anywhere. The sounds were getting stronger as the seconds go by, making my heart race quicker at the thought of someone trying to break in the house. With me in it.

I reached for a broom that was near my door to the hall and slowly made my way to the possible burglar that was trying to get in the house through my room. My heart was beating even faster and louder as a shadow of the person from the moonlight appeared on the curtains that were shut.

It climbed onto the balcony, but did not step onto it on their own two feet. Instead they fell down onto the balcony floor. The person moaned but picked itself off the floor and knocked onto the locked door. What kind of burglar knocks on the door?! I slowly crept up to the curtain, and pulled back the soft cotton material slightly, just enough to see the person, but not for them to see me. My eyes widened at the person.

Harry.

I drew the curtains apart harshly and his gaze snapped from whatever he was looking at outside to me. He took in my appearance of pajamas and smirked. I was wearing short shorts and a spaghetti strap tank top. I unlocked the door and stepped out into the warm yet breezy summer night. I gazed up at him in shock. He just stood there and smiled. My thoughts rang in my ears, saying Remember to hide your mark Amber! After a couple seconds of an intense stare down, he didn't say a word.

“What are you doing here??” I exclaim, cocking a hip and placing my free hand on it, waiting for his response.

“Well, I came to see you. Duh.” He said while smirking.

“Why? You almost gave me a heart attack! I thought you were going to rob my house, or even kill me or something!!!” I ramble on, waving my free hand in the air, gripping the broom tighter.

“Now why would I ever do such a thing?” Harry said, placing his right hand over his chest, pretending to be hurt. He looked down to see the broom in my left hand, being gripped by my white knuckles before looking at me with a puzzled face.

“If I was actually a burglar, you would use a broom to defend yourself…?” I looked down at it, shrugging.

“It’s what was in reach.”

“Well then, you obviously need to up your game.” He says, letting himself into my bedroom.

“Sure, Harry. You can come in.” I mumble sarcastically, watching him walk around my bedroom.

“Why thank you Amber. How sweet of you to do so.” He says with a smile, showing off his dimples and pearly white teeth. Well, that was rude. I rolled my eyes and placed the broom back where I got it, before joining Harry as he takes in the appearance of my room.

“You have a lovely room Amber. It’s exactly how I thought it would look like, yet there is something missing… Where’s the 1D merchandise?” He questions. Has he always been like this? I walked over to my desk, grabbing my iPod.

“All that I need is in here.” I said, waving it in the air to show him.

“You don’t have any merchandise?” I shook my head. “Well why not?” He continued. I walked over to my bed and sat down at the edge and shrugged.

“I can’t really buy them. I have other things to pay for.”

“Would you like merchandise?” He asked me with hope in his eyes.

“What for? I wouldn’t find much use for them anyways. The music is good enough for me.” I said, very content with my answer. Harry on the other hand seemed shocked.

“Are you sure?” I nod my head. He walked over to the shelf with pictures of me from my childhood, picking one up.

“Why ask?” I asked him, curiously.

“Just wondering… You seem different than the other Directioners.” he said with his back to me.

“You have no idea..." I mumble softly.

"Pardon?" He questions, turning around.

"Nothing... So, why is the Harry Styles up at my place at…” I looked at my phone for the time. “11:14 at night?” I asked him.

“Like I said, ‘I came to see you. Duh.’” He said, quoting himself from earlier.

“Seriously Harry.”

“I am serious! I wanted to visit you here is that so bad?” He questioned me.

“Why at my house though? You can visit me at work, tomorrow! Wait... How did you even know where I live?” I ask, scrunching my face up. I know for a fact that I didn't tell him where I live.

“I have ways to find people. You aren’t that hard to find anyways. Easy actually.” He said, thinking about it as he views the discarded items on my desk.

"Okay, I am going to ignore the fact that what you just said didn't sound stalkerish there..." He chuckles, causing me to laugh as well. "But seriously Harry, why can't this wait until tomorrow? You have a day off. Come by work then..."

“Yeah, and you say I sound like a stalker." He said, turning and looking at me in surprise.

"But, Louis posted it on twitter, it isn't stalking if you practically tell the whole world." I said, clearing it up.

"Alright, fair enough." He said while lifting his hands up in surrender before looking at the view from the balcony door. A certain question pops into mind as I study his movements from my spot on the bed.

"Harry..." I say softly.

"Hmm?" He responds humming.

"Why did you come back? Here, I mean." He shrugs with his back to me.

"Why not?"

"Well... You aren't one to just pop out of no where. Unless you... You know." I trail off quietly, becoming slightly embarrassed by the topic. He freezes up, closing the balcony doors, refusing to turn to me. If I didn't know any better, I think I hit a nerve.

"If you think that I am trying to pull something because of what my 'reputation' says, then you're wrong." He coldly states. I gulped.

"I-I didn't mean to-" I started but he cuts me off.

"You were just wondering, I get it. Like every single fucking person on this planet when they read some bullshit on the internet." He starts to get mad, making me nervous.

"Sorry..." I said quietly, looking down at my hands. I hear him sigh and see his feet move from the corner of my eye, moving closer to me before joining me on the bed.

"It's alright." He says quietly. I nod in silence, before he opens his arms wide, asking for a hug. I sighed, glad that I didn't tick him off, completely, and hugged him back. A hum for content had sounded off, feeling his chest rumble at his noise. A moment of silence passes us before he spoke up.

"Hey... Wanna play a game?” He asks, a smile spreading onto his face as he releases me.

"Harry, it's getting late... I have work tomorrow." I said to him, a smile forming on my face as well. What can I say? His smile is contagious...

"Come on, this will be fun. It's only half past 11. We have a good few hours left." I shake my head. "Pleaaaase?" he begged.

"Harry..." I whined, feeling tired suddenly.

"Amber..." He said, mimicking me.

“You aren’t going to take no for an answer, aren't you…” I sighed.

“Nope. See, we are already getting to know each other!” He said happily. He jumped off my bed and was about to walk out to the hall until he stops at the door. “Is anyone else home that I should know about, before I walk out there?” He asks quietly. I shook my head.

“I’m here alone.” I said.

“So that’s what your tweet meant.” He said, mumbling to himself, but I heard what he said.

Before I could ask him something, he was already out the door. The house isn’t that hard to walk around and find what you’re looking for, so he can show himself around. I stayed put, not sure if he wanted me to follow him or not. His head popped back into the room quickly, as he made eye contact with me.

“Are you coming or what?” he asked me. I sighed, slowly standing up and following him to wherever he wanted me to be. He ended up leading me to the living room. He plopped himself down on one of the couches on one side of the table and I sat down on the other, across from him.

“So what now?” I started.

“Let’s play 20 questions.” I opened my mouth to speak but he immediately cuts me off. “I’ll go first.” He rubbed his hands together as he thought of a question. “Favorite color?” I looked at him, as if he was kidding.

“Harry, you know we could have done this upstairs-“

“Favorite color??” He presses on, cutting me off. I sighed and gave in.

“Red.” I said calmly.

“Favorite animal?” I thought for a moment.

“Red Panda.” I smiled.

“Favorite… One Direction member?” He questions, smirking.

“You already asked me that.”

“But I knew you were kidding. Say who you really like.”

“Hey, I do like Louis and Liam though.” I said, defending them.

“I know, I know. They are great guys." He held his hands up in surrender. "But who do you like, honestly?”

“Honestly?” I asked. He nodded. “I can't really pick between you five. You are all what makes One Direction, you can't really favor one over the other.“ I admit, and it's true for me, as cheesy as that may sound.

“Really?” I nod. “Alright.” He smiles, exposing his perfect pearly white teeth. How can his be so straight like that? Stop it Amber! ”Uh, what is your favorite activity to do on the weekends?”

“Hmm. Hang out with Chase.”

We continued this game, asking each other questions back and forth, until it was about one in the morning. He was getting very tired very quickly so he ended up sleeping on the couch. Me being the softy I am, I grabbed a blanket from the closet in the hall and draped him with the blanket, since the A/C usually kicks in during the middle of the night. He snored lightly, which I thought was adorable.

A vibration sound started to fill the room as Harry’s phone vibrated against the table. I battled with myself to either get his phone for him, to stop the vibrations and let him sleep, or wake him up so he could answer it himself. I decided on the first option. I quickly reached for it, making sure that Harry wasn’t disturbed, and saw a missed call and a text from Liam and the rest of One Direction.

From: Liam:
Harry, its getting very late! where are you??!! We are all at the hotel waiting for you!

I brought the phone to my room, wondering whether I should pretend I’m Harry and text him back, or call Liam and let him know that he is at my house. But what if he thinks that I kidnapped him? What if they come for him now? I wonder how grumpy he would be if he was woken up right now. His phone vibrated in my hands, signaling more calls, not just from Liam, but from Louis as well.

I decided to call Liam, for some reason. I hesitantly went to his contacts and couldn’t help but notice the amount of people’s number’s he had. Many celebrities were listed, and I gushed when I saw Bruno Mars there as well. Amber, stay focused! I scrolled down to Liam’s number and pressed call before bringing it up to my ear. It rung for a couple seconds before the British voice came over the line, making my heart skip a few hundred beats.

“Harry, where the hell are you? Why haven’t you been answering us? Just because we have the day off that doesn’t mean you could just leave like that, you know??” There were many other voices as well, but Liam shushed them.

“Hello Liam. Umm, Harry is asleep on my couch…” He nor did the other boys spoke for a moment, obviously aware that I am not Harry. I could tell that the phone was covered right after, because I heard them all talking before the sound of a door slowly shutting echoed through the phone.

“Who’s this?” He asked slowly.

“Amber Hudson…” I respond shyly.

“Did you guys just, you know…” I knew what he was referring to as he trailed off.

“Oh, God no! He just showed up at my balcony a couple hours ago and we ended up playing a couple ice breaker games, that’s all.” I said, feeling my face heat up as I clear up the awkwardness in the air.

“Oh, okay. That’s alright then. Wait, Amber… That name sounds familiar…” I started to chuckle awkwardly. I am really making a great first impression.

“Yeah, I’m the girl who stood frozen at the café, that also works there.” I mumble quietly.

“That’s it! How are you? If I heard you talk back at the café, then I would have recognized your voice sooner.” He chuckles.

“I know… I’m sorry about that still. I was just a bit shocked to see One Direction at my work place. That doesn’t always happen you know.” I said, feeling my face burning up.

“Understandable. So how is Harry?”

“Asleep.” I said slightly chuckling. He began to do the same.

“Alright. Is it okay if he stays there with you until morning? We can come by then and get him for you. Unless you want him gone now that is…” I heard sounds of other people, letting me know that the other boys have returned.

“He can stay for the remainder of the night. I just have to be out by noon to get my sisters from their friend’s house.” I said, reminding myself as well.

“We could get him around ten?”

“Sure. I could make you guys breakfast too, if you want.” Immediately the phone started to make weird sounds.

“Would there be bacon?” A familiar Irish voice asked, making a shriek escape my mouth, laughter emerging from their end of the line. I cover my face with my free hand in embarrassment. Niall begins to laugh as well.

“Sorry... It was the first time I heard you in person..."

"Girls just love me Irish accent, don't understand why." I hear him tell the guys there.

"It's just amazing. Really brings out your happy personality. And yes, there would be bacon.” I answer his question. I could tell he did one of those silent yes’.

“Amber, you don’t have to.” Liam says after a couple seconds of weird sounds.

“Hey, treat to one, treat to all.” I said. I could hear the rest of the guys pleading to Liam. “Please Liam?” I said, adding my voice to the trail of pleaders. They all heard me, and they all started to say how I’m agreeing to them. I’m going to guess that the speakerphone is on.

“But we have to check with Paul first.” Liam protests.

“He would be okay with it. He was the one that technically introduced us to her, remember?” Zayn says. Oh yeah… I forgot.

“Alright. If Paul is okay with it then I am.” The guys and I cheer.

“Alright, reservations for a party of five at ten a.m.?” I ask, making sure that I got it right.

"Nine a.m.!!!" Niall shouts from his spot.

“Alright, nine.” I laugh. "But I’m going to have my friend Chasity coming over as well to help prepare the food for you guys, is that alright?”

“Chasity is the one from your work right?” Liam questions.

“Yes, she is my best friend.” I said, smiling. The guys began to chuckle. "What's so funny?" I ask.

“Nothing, trust me. We will be there. Hey, can you give us your number? You have Harry’s phone so we can’t steal it this time.” Liam says. This time?

“Uh, yeah sure.” I read out my number to them, and they read it back to make sure that they had the right number. My phone started going off as I continued to chat with them, saving their numbers into my contacts. I decided to text Chasity as well, now that I am on my phone, with Harry’s phone pressed to my ear.

To: Chase
Hey, wanna help me make breakfast for 7, including you and I?

Immediately I got a response.

From: Chase
Who are the other five?

To: Chase
Who do you think? :P

From: Chase
Alright. What time?

To: Chase
They will be here at 9.

From: Chase
So, 8ish?

To: Chase
Sure!

From: Chase
Okay, see you then. Night!

To: Chase:
Thank you! So nice that you agreed so quickly ;) Love you! Nighties!

From: Chase:
You owe me however, but I love you too girl!

I laughed at her response and decided to leave it at that. I put my phone down and told the guys that she will in fact be joining us. They all cheered. We began to chat a bit more, before the feeling of drowsiness was kicking in, my body telling me that I need to rest.

"Alright guys, I’m going to go to sleep… I’m going to need the energy that I can get to make breakfast for you guys." I start as I begin to yawn, covering my mouth.

“Alright, thank you so much for doing this. Good night Bambi!” Louis shouts into the phone. Yeah, in the meantime he and I made nicknames for each other.

"Goodnight Tommy!" I laugh. "Goodnight guys and I will see you in the morning! Liam, I will text you my address from my phone okay?”

“Sounds good!" He replies.

“Good night!!!” They all said at the same time.

"Bye guys!” I pulled the phone away and ended the call, laughing quietly to myself that I just talked to them like that in the first place.

I quietly walked back to the living room to see Harry still asleep, but with his shirt next to him on the floor... I placed the phone back where it was when I took it, and slowly yet quietly made my way back to the staircase.

“Thank you for returning that Amber.” I heard a tired voice from behind me. It made me jump, and I turned around to see Harry looking at me with sleepy eyes.

“Harry, you scared me... Did I wake you up?”

“A while back actually, but that's okay. I know Liam called, and I just wanted to say thank you for letting me stay and dealing with him in general.” He said while yawning, placing his head on his hand as he gazes up at me.

“We can talk in the morning. Go to sleep Harold. Sweet dreams.” I said with a smile as I said that.

“Don’t let the bed bugs bite, Amber Rose. Goodnight.” He said, before falling asleep again. I shook my head in amusement and let sleep over take me once I got into my bed.

Notes

Hey guys, happy Wednesday! Did anyone else get snow this morning...? I woke up to snow on the ground... I wasn't very happy today.. Me no like snow.

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