"Amber, how about you come with us? You could be my plus one." I looked straight up to every face that was surronding me, trying to figure out which one just said that. All I knew, is that it wasn't the voice I was familar with. "Darling?" I looked straight over at the blonde haired one with the accent. My cheeks turned into fire. I nervously wanted to look at Zayn. But my instinct over came me. "I'll have to call my mom." Lie number 1. I really don't have to call her. She was probably knocked out old by now. Ever since dad's accident, mom has been a mess. She doesnt care what I do, or where I am. I think she even forgets she has a daughte sometimes. I spend most nights over at Kris' house. He has an extra bedroom over there, and he's like an uncle to me anyways. He just knows how hard it can get sometimes.
I pulled out my phone and shot my mom a text message. I told her I didn't know when i'd be home, but that I had made some new friends, and was going out for a bit. Already knowing, it was fine.
"Ok." I looked up at the blonde one. Wait, he told me his name, I know it....I think. "I'm ready." I smiled, but the boys just looked down on me. Crap. My uniform. "Are you wearing that to the party love?" I heard a voice say. I guess now would be the right time to ask name's. "Well, I don't exactly have anything else with me, and I don't mean to sound rude, but could you all say your name's again?" They looked at me with those charmin smiles. Zayn statrted, he smiled and said his name. The blonde Irish one told me his name was Niall. And so on. Ok. I can do this. "But back to your outfit." Harry cheekily said. "Is there something wrong with it?" I said with a huge smile on my face, and then did a twirl like those models do. "Just that its boring, and completly hideous." They all laughed, and so did I. It was very ugly. It was a faded red color that looked almost like rust, and stains covered the whole front. They were right. "You know, I think we have a little time to make a stop." Zayn looked at me smiling. I couldn't let them buy me a whole new outfit. "I cant let you guys buy me stuff. I just couldn't." Louis started to pout, and gave me the puppy dog eyes. "You dont trust us?" He then said in a very sad and pathetic voice. I gave in. "Fine! I guess I give in!" They all cheered like little kids. I locked the door to the cafe, and we were off.
~*~ Zayn's P.O.V
Niall asked her to come along. My heart just blew up. I would have spit the words out to her if I could, I wasn't fast enough. I was nervous. I never really got that nervous around a girl before. But Amber was different. There was something about her, and I was dieng to know what it was. I was still happy though, in a way, I could thank Niall. I get to be with here just a little while longer. We decided to take her on a little shopping spree, It was the least we could do. They were supposed to be closing before we came along, and on top of that, they let us eat free. We hated that. I mean, sure its awesome getting free stuff, and everyone wanting you to eat at their restraunt just for talk. It was just annoying sometimes. She said to just stop at a kmart or something, but we wanted to take her somewhere nice. We looked around for some place to be open at 11:30 at night. We almost gave up, but we saw this little store that was still open. Louis yelled to the driver to stop, and we all got out of the car. "Is this really neccesary? I mean, I could just go home and change." Her expression died, and she looked to the ground. Her shoes were worn out and filthy. Old nike's with rips tears in them. She was embarresed. I just thought, it made her that much normal. "It is very neccesary, love." Louis said and walked over to her. "We owe you this much, and plaus, this looks like a funky shop, i mean just look in the window." We all smiled when we saw the crazy hats the store had in their window. And then Niall ran in. We all started walking towards the door, and I tried to walk slower, so i could stand next to Amber. She stood next to the door, and shouted into the store "I'll be in soon" I stayed behind with her. "Here, let me keep you company." I said grinning. She looked up at me with her brown chocolaty eyes. "Bad habit" she said as pulling out a pack of pall mall's from her purse. "I started after my dad died, and I don't know, I want to stop, but it's hard." To make her feel more comfortable, I pulled my pack out as well. "I know the feeling. She looked over to me, and light her smoke. As she breathed in the smoke to her lungs, I could see her eyes starting to sweel up. I didn't know if she was about to cry, or something else. I didn't know if I should ask if sh was ok, or if I should go back in. I stood there, wanting her to say something...anything. She just shut her eyes, and took in a another deep drag. "How." Thats all I managed to get out. It's all I could say. I just stood there staring at my cigarette to afraid to look over at her. "How what?" She said, then threw her cigarette to the grund and stepped on it. I felt stupid for even bringing it up now, but it was too late to take it back. "How did he die?" I looked up to her face, and she turned white. Like she had seen a ghost, and it was my fault. "I'm sorry, you don't have to answer that." I shoke my head as if disappointed in myself, because I was. If I could yell at myself, I would. I was beating myself up inside. "No, it's ok, it's just, I havent really talked about it beofre. No one has ever asked me" She slid up against the window, and took a breath of the cold air and breathed out. It was cold. I could see her breath escaping her mouth. "It was years ago. I mean I was 9 at the time, but it still feels like it just happened, you know?" I nodded and scooted over next to her. "I wish I could tell you some story about how, the road was wet, and he couldnt control it, or that he died from cancer, or something like that." Her reys began to turn red, and knew she was about to cry, so I was about to hug her. But nothing. "But, I cant exactly say that." She looked over at me in a deadly stare and stood off the window. "I was dance practice. It was something stupid that my dad put me in, he wanted me to have some kind of social life, so I joined. A friend of his, his wife was the director. Dance was over at 4 o clock each afternoon, and sometimes dad was a few minnutes late from picking me up. He worked over at the cafe, and sometimes he would run errands, but dad was never an hour late. I remember sitting there, outside the studio. I was so mad at him. He had forogt me." I looked over at her again and her eyes were furious, as if she was re-living it in her mind. "You know, I actually thought he hated me. That He didn't want me as his daughter anymore. So I ripped this locket braclet he gave me for my birthday off my wrist and started running to the restraunt. I wanted to yell at him in front of everyone for forgetting me. I got to the cafe and it was closed. I got even more mad, because now he didn't have an excuse. I sat on the bench outside for a while and decided I'd walk over to the gas station and call my mom to come pick me up. I remember seeing cop lights coming towards me on the road before I walked across the road to the gas station." She clenched her fist tight and kept blinking. "I havent cried since his funeral. Not even when I found out that he was murdered. My mom had always told me that it was a car accidnet. But I came across these papers about a year and a half later, it explained the cause of death and everything. I wasn't mad at my mom though. I was just mad that I couldn't shed even one tear." She hasnt cried since her dads funeral? Since she was 9 years old? "Not even a little tear to a sad movie or a song?" She shoke her head. And then looked up. "We'd better get in there, I wouldn't want you guys to be late for your party." I walked up behind her and hugged her waist. "Thanks for telling me, and, I'm sorry Amber, about your dad." She turned around and smiled at me. "Don't worry about it. Thanks" And pulled my hand into the store.