Dad always was one for a good Sinatra song, that's all he sang and played, well beside's some Billy Joel here and there. When Dad played, it was magical. He took himself to a whole different world. He didn't care if people were staring, or watching him. He loved the attention. He was a celerbity. Well, in town anyways. I looked up at the walls and pictures of him filled them. There was one that I always wanted, but Mark told me it was property of the restraunt, so I couldn't have it. He was playing the piano and I was sitting on his lap eating an ice cream. He was looking down at me smiling, and I had one hand on the piano.
I smiled and pressed my hands into the keys again. I was just playing now, no certain song, just music. I even thought that maybe a tear would fall from my face, but nothing.
"Amber?" The softest voice I have ever heard. I kept playing and acted ike I couldn't hear him.
"Amber please.." I stopped and looked over at him. What was with all these boys being so cute?And not just hot, I mean their faces, it was just...adorable.
"What." It wasn't a question. It was a statment. I wanted them to dissappear.
"Zayn didn't mean to cause any trouble. He's just like that sometimes."
"Sticky fingers? Being nosey? Being a jerk?"
"The last two."
He smiled a huge grin, and I couldn't help but smile too.
"Amber, he's really sorry. He came up here last night to see if you were still here, and opened the book, he didnt know it was your's, and-"
I cut him off.
"He read it?" My face went from some what happy, to like I had seen a ghost.
He nodded his head. I turned back to the piano.
"Amber, dont be hard on him, ok? We all really wanted to hang out with you today. We don't get days like this alot. Days to just hang out and be us. We were really hoping to spend it with you." I wish I could have a reaction to what Liam just said. But the only thing on my mind right now, was that Zayn had read my personal Lyric Diary. Its not like I would ever call them 'Songs' They were just words I had put together and would play from time to time. It was my diary, and Zayn Malik had read the words that I couldn't tell anyone.
"Amber, will you please say something?" I flinched and looked back to Liam.
"I'm so embarresed. There not good, they aren't even songs. It was my diary, I just, I think better with music. And he read it, he read my personal words." I stood up walking to the window. Best veiw of the town ever. So many times I had looked out this window with my dad, and after he passed, I had looked out here hoping I would see him flying down and smiling at me. I know now, that would never happen, but when I was younger, dad told me how angels did that from time to time. I was always upset that he would never come to see me. Silly girl.
"If it makes you feel any better-" He walked up to me and put one arm around my neck "Harry and Louis read it too." I pulled away from his grip.
"That does not make me feel any better!" I paced back and fourth on the floor. I would kill them all if I saw them right now!
"Amber, they were good lyrics. We just, we're really interested by you, and not in a science project way, but in the way where, we consider you our friend, and we just want to know about your past." Friends? I had never had 'friends' I had 2 girls who I used to hang out with in grade school, but after dad died, my friendship with them ended as well. I hung out with that weird kid who was downstairs taking orders, from time to time. The other waiter's and waitresses were just stuck up. He had zits on his face and red frizy hair. Me and him had things in common. He wanted away from his dad, and I wanted away from my mom. His dad beat him. His dad hated him. I remember once he came to my house, because he had no where else to go. The side of his torso was scrapped and bleeding. His dad had pushed him down the stairs and kicked his side. Greg's mom died, so we both had dead parents. He was weird, but I guess if I had to say I had a friend, I could call Greg that. I bet he told people he was mine sometimes. But friends? With an s? Never.
"Friends?" I shot a look up to Liam. I felt pathetic after saying it. Like a little girl who was thrown into garbage cans and picked on. That never was my case. I was just anti-social. I could talk to people, I just didn't want to. Liam smiled.
"Friends. We want to be your friends Amber!" he shooke me like he was trying to wake me up. I just smiled.
"I guess, I could have more friends." I smiled again at him and he stopped shaking me.
"So please, just, just go easy on Zayn. He really does care if he hurt your feelings. He's not a bad guy, just ya know, intirgiued I guess." I smiled and thought to myself
"Yeah. You kind of, I dont know, your mysterious. Kind of like him. But in a way where, you kind of just have these death like eyes, and-"
"Stop talking Liam. You make no sense." He smiled and pulled me into a hug as we were walking down the stairs.
I looked over into the kitchen area, and saw Greg sitting by the cash register. "Hold on a second ok?" Liam stopped and waited for me.
"Hey Greg!" I walked over to him and he just looked up from a comic book. "Whatcha readin'?" He flipped me the cover of the comic book, and I smiled. "Greg?"
He looked up at me. "You okay?" He put the comic book down on the counter and walked away. Whats with the 3rd degree? What did I do to him? I looked back over to Liam who was looking down into his mobile.
"Who ya textin'?"
He looked up at me then back down to his phone. He nodded and showed me his phone. "Dani, this is our new friend Amber, the one I was telling you about." She was beautiful. "It's nice to meet you Amber, maybe some day we could meet in person!" She laughed and I looked down to the floor. "Amber this is my girlfriend, Danielle" I smiled up at the small screen. "Babe, I gotta go. Today is our day off, we don't have much unitl later." She blew a little kiss at him and told him he loved her, and to be safe, and a bunch of other relationship crap. He blew kisses back and said the same stuff she just said. I pretended to be puking, and Liam just waved me off.
I couldn't wait to see what the day would bring me.