1D IMAGINES! *open*

Can you tell by the cover? ITS ANOTHER 1D IMAGINE STORY!!!!!!!


5. For Amber

For Amber

AN: I made you a little older in this, Amber…I hope you don’t mind! This idea just popped into my head! Hope you like this!

“Amber! Hey, Amber!” Amber looked up from her computer. Her best friend, Harry, stood below her window. “Wanna go for a cup of tea or coffee or something?” He called up, sticking his hands in his pockets.

“Yeah, sure! I’ll be right down!” Amber called. She closed the lid of her computer, turned off her music, and grabbed her jean jacket from the closet. “Mom!” She called. “I’m going to get something to eat with Harry! I’ll see you later!”

“Okay, honey! Stay safe!”


“…So then, Mr. Larson, like, literally, blows his head. ‘WHY DIDN’T YOU FIX THE FORMULA!’ He started screaming. And Devin was just like, Wooooaaaahhh, man, it’s all chill.” Amber slouched in her seat and assumed the voice of a hippie. Harry started chuckling. “See, man, the little dancing A thingy goes over here, right on? And the little B whatchamacallit goes over here, see. I just made the formula easier, man!” Harry was laughing so hard that tea came out his nose.  He wiped his face.

“He honestly said that?!”

“I swear, that’s what he said! And Mr. Larson just started pulling really hard at his hair and making weird groaning sounds. And he was all like, ‘DEVIN! YOU CAN’T JUST REWRITE THE PYTHAGORIAN FORMULA!” And Devin just yawns and says, ‘Wooooaaaahhh, man. I just did.” Harry covered his face and was silently laughing.

“Why does everything interesting happen while I’m gone?”

“I don’t know.” Amber made a face. “But we all got extra homework because of it.”

“Oh. Well, glad I wasn’t there then.” Harry smirked.

“It’s been really weird since you graduated, Haz…” Amber whined. “I miss you like crazy!”

“I know, but my mom said I need to get some musical experience before I can apply to Julliard. And you’ll be there with me next year, right?”

“If I get accepted…” Amber grumbled, slumping over her tea cup.

“Amber, you're the best dancer I’ve ever seen!” Harry protested.

“Yeah, well, you're my best friend. You're supposed to say that.” Amber took a sip of her drink. “I sent in a letter. I should be getting a letter back soon.”

“I’ll bet you a coffee that it’s an acceptance letter.” Harry raised his eyebrows as he sipped his drink. “You mark my words.” He stood. “I’m gonna get another napkin. Be right back.” He walked away.

“Hey, can I get you anything else?” The barista walked over.

“No, thanks,” Amber said, glancing up at the boy.

“Oh, come on! Another drink?” The other boy waggled his eyebrows. “My number, maybe?” Amber’s mouth dropped open. Harry nearly tripped. The boy winked, and leaned on the edge of the table, his back to Harry.

“Um, no thanks.” Amber met Harry’s gaze, her eyes wide open in horror.

“Aw, come on! We could have a lot of fun.”

“Not interested.” Amber turned away, and gulped the rest of her drink.

 The boy laughed. “Oh, playing hard to get are we?”

Harry grunted deep in his throat, walked over and tapped the boy on the shoulder. “She said she’s not interested.” He took Amber’s arm. “C’mon, love.”

“Hey, sorry, man.” The barista stepped back. “I didn’t know she was taken.”

“Next time, look before you flirt.” Harry growled. Amber stuck her tongue out at the boy as they walked out. “That was mature.” Harry said, a smile breaking over his face.

“He deserved it.” Amber nodded with finality. Harry snorted.

“Let’s get you home.”


“Hey, honey. Hello, Harry.” Amber’s mother smiled.

“Hi, Mrs. S!” Harry waved. Ambers mom handed her daughter an envelope.

“Sweetie, this came in the mail while you were gone. I’ll be back soon, I have to run to the store. Make yourselves at home. Harry, if you want, you can stay for supper.”

“Sure, thanks Mrs. S!” Harry said.  Amber sucked in a breath as she looked at the envelope in her hand.

“It’s from Julliard!” She gasped. She darted into the kitchen, Harry on her heels. She reached for a knife, and sliced the envelope open. She pulled the letter out, and stared at it, still folded. “Harry, you do it. I can’t.” She shoved the letter toward her friend. He opened it, his face stone.  “Read it!” Amber demanded, chewing on her fingernail.

“From the admissions office at Julliard. New York City, New York. One four—“

“HARRY! Don’t read the return address!” Amber stomped her foot.  Harry’s face was expressionless, and he lowered the letter.

“I’m sorry, Amber.” Amber’s heart sank. “You're gonna have to get over your fear of flying, because YOU ARE GOING TO NEW YORK CITY!!!” Amber stared at him for a minute, then it seemed to register. She screamed and jumped up and down.

“I’M GOING TO JULLIARD! I’M GOING TO NYC!” She shrieked. She jumped up and down. She grabbed Harry in a hug, and he laughed, spinning her around the room. “I’M GOING TO JULLIARD!!!” She screamed.

“YOU'RE GOING TO JULLIARD!” Harry responded. He set Amber down, and she jumped up and down in happiness. Harry looked at her for a moment, then surged forward and kissed her on the mouth. Amber froze, then her eyes sank shut and she wrapped her arms around Harry’s neck. He pulled her to him, and when he pulled his head away for air, she looked up at him in confusion.


“Amber, I like you.” Harry said. “I really like you. I’ve wanted to tell you this for a long time, but I’ve never had the guts till this moment.” He stepped back and ran a hand through his curly hair. “Will you be my girlfriend?” he asked hesitantly. Amber’s face split into a grin.

“Of course.” She reached up for another kiss.

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