My Brother's Best Friend | One Direction (13+)

The name's Amber. Amber Tomlinson. Yes, I'm the sister of Louis Tomlinson, the biggest player in school. That's about all I'm known for, and all I'm seen as. Although I'm attractive, I've never had a boyfriend. Wanna know why? Because Louis tells all of the guys to stay away from me, even his best mate, Harry. Louis says I'm "too nice" for my own good. And Harry . . . well, Harry's even worse. He's the most arrogant, egotistical player I've ever met. And he flirts with me constantly! I could kill him sometimes.


13. Take Me To Neverland

A/N: Yes, I do realize it has been months since I updated this story, and do I have my reasons, but i just want to give a big apology to everyone who has been waiting on this story! Things have been tough, but now, I'm back, so get ready for more Amber/Harry drama coming your way! IM SOOO SORRY YOU GUYS. But, I hope you like this chapter!

-xoxo, Emma

Skipping class always seemed so risky to me, dangerous; stormy waters I'd never intended to walk, a ship I was never meant to sail. I'd always been one to follow the rules and keep myself in line. But something about Styles made it seem like an adventure, as if he were Peter Pan and taking me to Neverland. There was just something about the way he giggled like a little kid, grabbing my hand and pulling me towards the courtyard door, the happiness of it making me almost - but not quite - forget the fact that his fingers were intertwined with mine.

For some reason, kissing Styles had waken up something inside of me that I couldn't place. I felt more alive than ever, almost buzzing, and even minutes after I could still feel the pressure of his lips on mine. I couldn't help but wonder if I'd had a missing piece for a while now that his kiss just managed to fill.

"Take me to Neverland, Peter," I quoted as we made our way to the door.

He let out a little snort. "What?"

My jaw dropped and I let out a snort of disbelief. "Are you freaking kidding me? You don't get that reference?"

He wrinkled his nose. "No... I'd never heard it before."

"Styles!" I gasped dramatically, a hand flying to my heart. "It's from Peter Pan! Have you not a childhood?"

He shrugged, looking at the ground as if he wanted it to swallow him up. My eyes widened as I watched this vulnerable, soft side of Harry unfold yet again before my eyes. I swallowed hard as he kicked at a stone with his foot like a little boy, and wondered why he felt he had to put up that cocky front all the time.

"I thought... everyone knew Peter Pan..." my voice seemed to trail off into the air.

Part of it wasn't a front, I was sure. Harry really was a feisty, arrogant, badass guy, not to mention a total player. He'd been that way all his life, at least ever since I'd known him. But I couldn't help but notice that if you looked hard enough, there was more to Styles than meets the eye. And I wanted to know why he didn't show that side of himself to the world.

He looked up finally, interrupting me from my galloping thoughts. His next words came as a shock to me, a barely audible whisper, and I couldn't be sure if it was really just the wind or something or if they actually came out of his mouth.

"I wouldn't know, because I spent all my childhood wishing I had you."

Something warm stirred in my heart, tugging a smile at the corner of my lips and creating a lump in my throat. I swallowed it down and made my way over to Styles, wrapping him in yet another hug.

I felt so safe in his arms, like I could hide from the world forever and everything would be all right. He sighed loudly, his chest rising and falling, putting his lips to the top of my head.

"I never want to let go," I said softly.

He laughed. "Me neither."

"Here. On three."




I was about to pull away when Harry grabbed my hand and spun me around like a dancer. I gasped as he let me fall into the crook of his heavily tattooed arm. My mind flashed back to the party only a week ago, and the thought brought a smile to my lips.

He leaned down and kissed them, and everything else seemed to melt away. When we finally pulled away, his cheeks were flushed.

"Funny, I'm getting a little bit of déjà vu, don't you think?" he asked, that smirk he always wore returning to his lips, his hand stroking the side of my face lovingly, leaving little zaps of electricity running through my body.

I just shook my head. "Can we just get ice cream, please?" I asked, whining impatiently like a little kid. He laughed and obliged, pulling me up with his strong hand as if I weighed nothing at all.

I squealed just before I was standing on my feet again. He gave me a funny look, and I regarded him with an equally funny one back.

"You know," I said, "I think I'd like to do that again."

Harry groaned. "You're killing me, Dots," he said, and opened the door for me, waggling his eyebrows as he waved me through. "Ladies first," he purred, and I shot him a look of amusement.

"Oh, is this like a thing now?" I asked casually, flipping a hair over my shoulder. "Now that you've got me wrapped around your finger, you've started to act like a gentleman?" 

He shot me a funny look. "I've been a gentleman before. Tell me again who bought your movie ticket and your popcorn?" he asked, crossing his arms over his chest, throwing me another one of those cocky smirks. "And gave you that little alien-thingy? And lent you my sweatshirt, which, by the way, you still haven't returned?"

"Oh yeah," he continued when I said nothing. "You don't have to answer that, 'coz I already know. It was this guy." He pointed to himself with two thumbs, his mouth open wide in a self-assured grin.

I just stood there, shaking my head silently, trying to contain my laughter. How was it that this guy could act like a total asshole and I was still insanely captivated by him?

"Getting a little self-assured there, are we, Mr. Ego?" I asked, crossing my arms over my chest.

"Well, I kind of have to, don't I? Stuff like what just went down only seems to happen in cheesy romance movies. You know, the bad boy stealing a passionate kiss to win the good girl's heart. I think I deserve an award." Styles leaned up against the door and looked at me, waiting for my reaction.

"Get over yourself, Styles," I scoffed before whizzing past him. I was glad my back was to him, so he wouldn't see the stupid blush rising in my cheeks. Suddenly, I heard his footsteps stop as he let out an exasperated sigh.

"What is it?" I asked, turning around and raising one eyebrow in confusion. He just shook his head, seemingly laughing at himself. I narrowed my eyes and stepped forward.

"Are you going to tell me, or are you just going to stand there like the idiot you are?" I demanded.

He lifted his head and gave me that smirk for the thousandth time today and probably the billionth time in his whole existence. "Gee, Dots, that's a pretty inconsiderate thing to say, don't you think?"

"Well, it's true," I retorted, only have serious.

"That may be," he admitted with a grin, "but it seems we have a little problem here."

I tilted my head to the side. "Like...?"

"Well, this is a low point in the mistakes I have made in my lifetime, but if my observations are correct, it seems as though I have forgotten my bag."

I stared at him for a minute before a scoff escaped my lips. "So?" I said, gesturing down to the Juicy Couture bag Louis had gotten me for my birthday. "I can pay. It's not a big-"

"I object," Styles held his hand out to silence me. "To prove to you once again that I am not the self-absorbed asshole you think I am, though it's quite amazing that you still believe these said thoughts after what has occurred, I will pay for the ice cream. It is, in fact, what proper boyfriends do."

"You're not my boyfriend." I whispered.

He strode towards me in one quick step, the proximity and his green eyes taking over all my senses. My knees seemed to go weak as he cupped my face in his hands and leaned down to kiss me. Almost instinctively, I reached up on my tippy toes so my lips could reach his. When they did, that undeniable spark flew once again, and for the third time today I was intoxicated by the taste of him.

"We'll see about that," he murmured against my lips.

I swallowed hard as he flashed me one last smile and started to turn away. "I'll go get the bag," he said softly, his eyes lingering on my face. He turned, and before I knew what I was doing I reached for him and grabbed his hand.

"Wait," I cried out.

He stared at me, biting his lips as he took the image of me in, and I did the same. Complete silence wrapped around us, and I loved the sound, but I loved the sight of him even more. It was times like these - the sweet silences - that I loved the most.

"I'll come with you." The words rolled off my tongue into the air, and it was only seconds after that I realized I'd spoken them.

The Styles smirk came out of hiding once again, curling knowingly on his soft lips that I had a yearning desire to kiss yet again.

"Then off we go," he said, and without another word he opened the door for me once more.

I walked in, and as usual, I could feel his eyes roam all over me, obviously checking out my booty, and a wave of self-consciousness washed over me as I whirled around. I knew that sweet moment wouldn't last forever!

As soon as he knew he'd been caught, he immediately looked away, focusing on some art in the school hallways, whistling nonchalantly to himself the way cartoon characters did on TV.

"Smooth, very smooth," I teased. He looked at me, feigning confusion, raising one eyebrow.

"Excuse me?" he asked. "Did you need something?" he asked, the sass in his voice ringing like a bell, loud and irritating in my ears.

I shot him a look that let him know I wasn't buying it. "Oh, and I'm never returning that sweatshirt, by the way," I said with a sheepish grin.

"What, so you fall asleep with it on at night, inhaling its scent and thinking about me, then?" Harry purred, a seductive gleam in his eye. The only reason I knew he was kidding was because of that trademark smirk.

"What?! NO!" I sputtered, my face turning even more red than it was.

I hadn't done that, of course, but the familiar scent of that shirt did remind me of him and his suggestion was too close to reality for my liking. In reality, I wore it around the house, but only when he wasn't there. When he was there, you better believe I got hell for it.

He laughed at my reaction, the sound echoing off the halls and in my ears. "I swear, you think everything revolves around you, don't you?" I muttered.

"All I know is your thoughts seem to revolve around me quite a lot."

"And your thoughts revolve around me, too, so I guess we're even." I shot back.

He seemed to consider this for a while. "Yeah, I guess you're right," he admitted.

I rolled my eyes. "You're full of it."

"Full of hotness."

"'No, just no."

Yes, just yes, a voice inside my head whispered. I didn't fight it, knowing there was no use.

Suddenly, we heard the creaking of a door somewhere behind us, cutting of the moment of silence that had followed our little banter. And then, footsteps. Heavy, purposeful ones, that filled the air with their dictator-like authority and undeniable arrogance.

"Just where exactly do you think you two are going?"

A man's voice, hard and cold. Talking in the same tone he had when he reprimanded Styles hours ago.

That could only be one person.

Our astronomy teacher.

 My eyes widened and slowly I turned to look at Harry, his oh-shit expression in sync with mine. My heart pounded against my ribcage, each beat increasing my sense of fear. Even if I had gotten off the hook with Principal Jenkins, there was no way I'd be able to worm my way out of this one. Here I was, goody-two-shoes Amber Tomlinson, who achieved strictly A's and B's on her report cards and, at least in their eyes, never even had the nerve to think about copying homework. And here Styles was, the class screw-up, who was known schoolwide for banging more than half of the girls in the entire student body, and rarely showed up to class because he was probably doing just that. When you look through the eyes of a teacher, or anyone for that matter, just seeing us together without my brother or any of his friends does seem a little fishy. But sneaking out to skip class, clearly headed for the school doors? That idea had flashing red lights and sirens all over it. Except it wasn't an idea. This was actually happening.

I gulped, my eyes still locked with Harry's. 

Too late now.

"On the count of three," Harry said through his teeth, his body seeming to be just as frozen as mine. "We run." 

My mouth dropped open. Were we actually doing this?

"You two are in big trouble!" the teacher roared, his voice echoing through the empty halls.

"One," Harry whispered.

"I knew you were a troublemaker, Mr. Styles! And Miss Tomlinson, from all the good feedback I've gotten from teachers, I expect better from you!" the teacher bellowed.

"Two," Harry hissed, and my toes curled in my sneakers as the suspense rose in the air.

"You'd better believe Principal Jenkins is going to hear about this!" the teacher screamed. 

"THREE!" Styles hollered, and before I knew it both of us had taken off as fast as our legs could carry us down the hallway. Our sneakers slapped against the tile floor, bouncing and echoing off the lockers, creating a buzz in the air that sent an unexplainable rush through my bones. A smile spread across my face and a giddy laugh escaped my lips as I realized I'd never felt this way before.

Was this what it was like to break the rules? 

"GET BACK HERE!" the teacher bellowed a ways behind us. We both just laughed in response, not even looking back. Styles and I turned to look at each other at the same time, and somehow the sight of him made me laugh even harder. 

"Isn't this fun?" he yelled over the sound of our pounding feet and beating hearts. 

"I feel free!!" I screamed out, throwing my hands up in the air as I ran, smiling even wider as I heard the familiar sound of Styles' laugh ringing through my ears. I was hardly aware of the aching of my legs and the burning sensation in my lungs for running too long. Somehow, the rush of adrenaline kept me going as it seemed to surge right through my veins and sparkle just beneath the surface of my skin. I felt alive, more alive than I'd ever been. 

We turned a corner and nearly bumped shoulders, causing us to burst into another fit of laughter. We were almost to the doors. Freedom was just a few yards away, I could feel it. My lungs were aching to breathe the sweet outside air, my toes itching to reach the finish line. I glanced back at Styles, whose smirk seemed to light up the dreary halls.

"Race you to the doors," he challenged, his green eyes sparkling.

"You're on." I curled my lips into a cocky smirk of my own. Two could play at this game.

I pumped my legs faster as the world seemed to zoom around me. I didn't even pay attention to where Styles was; my eyes were glued to the glass double doors that sybolized our freedom. I knew he was somewhere behind me, though; the thought brought a smile to my face. Sweat beaded at my neck and dripped down, but I wasn't stopping. I was going to win. My competitive streak had fully kicked in. 

The doors were only a few feet away. After we made our way down the steps to the sidewalk, we'd be home free - if we tried to blend in. I was determined to make that happen. Funny how just a few minutes ago I'd wanted the exact opposite. Had Styles changed me?

I shook that thought out of my mind just as I pushed open the doors of the school. Less than a second later, I heard the swinging of the other one and knew that Styles had caught up to me pretty quick. I had still won, though; that much was obvious.

"VICTORY!" I shouted at the top of my lungs, pumping my fists into the air. Harry's eyes widened and his forefinger flew to his lips, immediately shushing me. 

"Geez, shout much? You're obviously new to this," Harry joked in a hushed whisper, bumping his shoulder with mine. He was still breathing hard, and I had to admit, so was I. I glared at him, brushing off my shoulder like his man-whore particles still lingered on it and I had to get them off. 

"Oh, please. Don't kill my vibe, you know you lost," I said with a shake of my head, putting my hands to my hips and looking him up and down. 'Who's a sore loser? Styles is!" I poked him right in the chest, grinning triumphantly to show off my pride. "Styles lost, Styles lost!" I chanted like a little kid.

He made a face and crossed his arms over his chest. "Only by like half a second," he argued. 

"AND you got a headstart too! Guess girls can run, can't they?"

"I never said they couldn't," Styles said simply, flashing me a grin. "Even you, Dots. You've certainly got incredible legs for it." He looked me up and down, biting his lip sexily, smiling when he saw my disgusted yet pleasured reaction. I took in a deep breath, feeling those familiar tingles on my body where his eyes had travelled across, my heart beating fast - and not because we'd just raced through the entire school.

I then realized that maybe I could work this thing to my advantage. Styles had always been the one making perverted jokes and dirty suggestions, so why not shake things up a bit and turn the tables? I'd blow his pathetic attempt at trying to be all smooth right out of the water. Harry Edward Styles had no idea what he was in for.

"You know, you're not too bad yourself, Mr. Ego." My voice was sultry, the words laced with seduction, a hint of mystery behind them, drawing him in like a moth to a flame. I tilted my head to the side, looking at him through long, thick lashes, slinking up to him slowly, my hips swaying slightly as I allowed him to drink in the image of me. 

His eyes widened as I bit my lip in the same sexy fashion he had and trailed my finger up his musulcar chest, stopping right at the collar of his shirt as I allowed my other hand to rest on his waist, looping my thumb in one of his belt holes. He stared at me with shock in his green eyes, a surprised smile on his face. Slowly the look of shock was replaced by lust and his smile faded as I trailed my hand down to rest on his hip, only centemeters away from his ass and something else. I heard his breathing become heavier and I could feel him getting hard against me, a smirk graced my lips as I leaned down and whispered in his ear, "Two can play at this game." 

"Amber Charlotte Tomlinson," he said, an astonished look in his eyes as he pulled back, taking both of my hands with me. I carressed the top of his hands with my thumbs and looked up at him innocently. He was still breathing hard, his eyes searching my face, and it seemed he couldn't quite get over what I had done to him. "Do you have any idea what you just did to me?"

"Just the same thing you've been doing for the past three years." I flashed him a sweet smile. "Thought you could use a taste of your own medicine." 

The rush of pleasure I'd gotten from performing that little stunt was still coursing through my veins. I couldn't believe I'd pulled it off. I had a feeling it took a lot to get Harry excited, given all the girls he'd been with. And I'd done it, which was, well, amazing. I'd never been the seductress, but I certainly liked to control. Now that our feelings were out in the open, at least his were (I had yet to admit it) it seemed there was nothing I couldn't do. And I liked that feeling.

Take that, you arrogant hot piece of ass!

"Well, Dots, I hate to admit it, but it seems you've done just that," Harry laughed and ran his fingers through his hair. "Where'd an innocent, pretty girl like you learn to do that?"

"First of all, I am NOT innocent," I said, glaring at him. "I've done plenty of scandalous things in my lifetime, thank you very much."

"Like...?" He raised his eyebrows, amused.

"Um... well, that, for example," I stammered. 

He shook his head, a smile spreading across his face, his dimples deepening and his eyes sparkling as his body shook with an adorable silent laugh. When he was finished, he flipped his curls out of his eyes and tilted his head, staring at me with the faintest hint of the Styles smirk playing on his lips.

"You know, Dots, you never fail to intrigue me, you know that?" 

I stared at him for a minute, lost in the forest of green eyes. "W-what?" I stammered when I realized the silence had stretched on and he had actually said something. "What did you say?" 

He shook his head again, clearly amused. I was about to say something when his expression changed. He was looking straight past me, through the glass doors of the school. His jaw clenched and his eyes hardened and had a faraway look in them. 

"Who is it?" I asked, alarmed, trying to look over his shoulder. He moved to block my view, almost hiding me, pressing a hand to my mouth so my words came out muffled. He continued to stare at whoever was behind the glass doors, and finally relaxed so I assumed whoever it was had walked away. 

"What the-" I cried out when he had released me. I took a deep breath, trying to get my heart rate back to normal. Just when I was starting to like him, too! "What was that, Styles?! Have you finally cracked?"

His eyes were still glued on the door, a grim look shadowing his face and something else I couldn't place. I grabbed him by the shoulder and shook him, starting to get a little freaked out. "Harry! Seriously, what the fuck?" What, had he seen the freaking Grim Reaper or some shit?

He finally turned to me, his eyes looked me over once before his lips curled into a smooth, yet fake, smile. It was the kind he used when he walked down the halls and random girls giggled and waved hi to him, when he obviously didn't have time for any of them. Even though I knew that wasn't the case, not in the slightest, I couldn't help but wonder why he was acting so strange. I wished I had seen what he was looking at, and maybe then I would have gotten a sense. 

"Come on then," he said softly, ignoring my probing questions. "Let's go get some ice cream."

I furrowed my brow, and as we walked down the school steps, the change in atmosphere left a weird feeling, almost like a hole inside my stomach. Suddenly I felt Harry's hand snake into mine, our fingers intertwined. He squeezed softly, and looked into my eyes, smiling almost apologetically. I offered a weak one back, trying to ignore yet again how his hand fit in mine like it was made just for me. 

a/n (again!)

so how did you like this chapter? who do you think harry saw? what do you think is going to happen in the next chapter? Will Harry confess what or who he saw... and maybe something more? I'll try to update tomorrow!! please comment your thoughts :]





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