He's Got That One Thing

Amber has always had a past. Even though she try's to move on, everything seems to be coming at her full forward. She was just a normal teenage girl who worked at a cafe, but now, all of that might change. It's the summer before she goes off to college, and she has a plan for her life, but will those plans change? She reunites with her best friends, and makes new ones along the way. 5 to be exact. Will these 2 friends find love? Will Amber find closure? And most importantly, what exactly will Amber do, if her past finally meets up with her?


13. Why Are You Sad?

Zayn's P.O.V


She agreed to sing for the guys. I really hope my plan works out. If she could sing a song with us, it would be great. I wanted to know her. I wanted to know every little secret inside of her lyric book. She was troubled, and she was safe. Amber, was to protected. I wanted to be the guy to show her that the world is okay, that its not all bad. What was holding her back from persuing her dreams? Was it the diner? Is she one of those girls who wants to work as a waitress their whole lives, in a town they grew up in, because she can't excape her past? She defiantly is. I want to be the one, who breaks her down to the core.

"I think we'll go into Niall's room" I looked into her brown eyes and watched as she traced each part of my body. She was beautiful. "Okay" She smiled into my eyes, and looked deep into them. I would kiss her right now if I could. But, shes so fargile. I care about this girl.


Ambers P.O.V

We barged into Niall's room. I'm guessing Zayn has a key. It was messy. His clothes were everywhere, plates of food on almost every part of the table, crumbs on the couch, and to top it all off, I think I might have seen a cockroach...maybe. I stepped over a pile of clothes, and watched as Niall was picking everything up. "Amber, welcome to my humble tour aboad." He streached his arms out to show me the living room. I loked around, and it wasn't that bad. I mean, usually when I get a hotel, the room is about 1/4th the size. "Its actually beautiful, Ya know, minus the whole dirty thing." He laughed such an adorable laugh. "this isn''t messy Amber, trust me." He smiled, and laughed some more. I just grinned at him and tried so hard not to explode in laughter. Ya see, Niall has this laugh, that just...it makes you smile, and makes you want to laugh with him. He's like a big teddy bear like child. He grabed a small little vacum from one of the rooms and vacume off the couch. Finally I could sit. 

Zayn jumped over onto the couch and reached his hand onto my knee. "Can I ask you something?" I looked up at him. "Personal?" I shrugged. He had already read my lyric diary, what could be worse? He brought his hand to my face, and brushed it against my cheeks. "Your sad." That was more of a statement Malik, Not exactly a question. I waited. "Do you like being sad all the time?" What was this guys issue? Why is he being so damn pushy. Why did he have to come in to my life? I wasn't sad. I was hurt. I was abused. I was broken. "No?" I pushed the words out of my mouth. No one likes to be sad. Do they? "I'm not sad" He looked into my eyes. He knew I was lying. I needed out of this emotional pull before tears spewed from my eyes. I could break in one second. The tension was building up now. "I'm mad," Amber, you need to take a few steps back, Zayn is not your shrink. Don't let him hypnotize you. "Why?" I needed to break through this. I needed to at least try to make a joke. "I'm mad that you stole my diary!" I jumped up from the couch and started laughing. Fake laughing, but I was good at that. He smiled and stood up. "Well then, you ready to go sing?" I rolled my eyes at him. "Not really, but I guess." I opened up the door and ran down the hall. Zayn started chasing me and we were laughing and running. I haven't had this much fun in a very long time. He caught up to me and lifted me up in the air. We laughed. "Settle down Amber! This is  motel, not a circus." He smiled. My eyes locked on to his lips. I would be lying if I said I didn't think about kissing him. I defiantly thought about kissing him. "Did someone say circus? And I wasn't invited?!" Louis screamed towards us running down the hall. I laughed. These boys were crazy. And the best part, they could get away with it. We could have as much fun as we wanted. I needed fun. 

"Zayn here said you will sing for us?" My face burned with embarrassment. "Yeah," I let out a heavy breath from all the running. Niall looked up at me "An original song?" I froze. An original song?  Would that be short for 'a song I wrote?' I looked up at Zayn. I was mad. Furious even. But, I didn't seem care. I think in a way, I liked it. No one, except for my dad, has ever pushed me before. And, even though it had only been a day, I could feel the nudging from Zayn. "Ok, an original." I lied. I have music to my lyrics, obviously. But its not like, i wrote them together, I jut play music a lot. We went into this room, and it had a few couches and a big piano. It must be the backstage to the ballroom or something. Zayn pulled out my book, and pointed to the most heart wrenching thing in the world.  'The Father Daughter Dance'  "Will you sing this one for us?" Zayn I want to hurt you. I want to punch you in the face. I grabbed the book, and rubbed my fingers down the page, feeling the ink spots. "Ok" I had never even sang this to myself yet. This would be the hardest thing I would ever do. 

The worst part? 

I wont even be able to cry about it. 

(A/N I will edit later...homework calls! Bye! ) 

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