My insides buzzed. I soon reacted and began to kiss him back. I felt a smile grow on his lips, making me do the same. I ran my hands through his curls making them fall in his face. We finally pulled away from each other and I couldn’t stopped grinning, I could tell he was feeling the same.
He slowly planted another kiss on my forehead, “See, I told you, it’s never ‘nothing’.”
I laughed softly. We stood there for a moment, but we both jumped when someone yelled my name.
“Amber! Amber, where are you?”
“That sounds like Louis, we should probably get going,” Harry said grabbing my hand and guiding me through the woods, he stopped me for a second, “Oh, and we may not want to mention any of this to him.”
I nodded. I had seen Louis that day in Harry’s room. I didn’t want him getting all agitated like that again.
We finally found him standing in the middle of a clearing.
“Oh thank goodness, I thought we had lost you,” Louis sighed coming up to me and giving me a hug. “How’d you find her?” he asked Harry.
“She was just wandering around, making a lot of noise. Hard to miss,” he replied sarcastically. I playfully hit him in the arm.
“Why’d you come out here in the first place?” Louis asked.
“Just to get some fresh air,” I replied. I figured if I said that I came out looking for Harry it would only raise suspicions.
“Well, it’s chilly out here so let’s go back to the house.”
We all headed back and went inside.
“I’ll call Zayn and Liam let them know we found you,” said Louis.
When we got inside we found Niall sitting on the couch watching TV. He noticed me and got up.
“Oh they found you thank goodness!”
“I can see you made a real effort to find me,” I replied sarcastically.
“Hey, I was told to stay home in case you called the house.”
I raised my eyebrows in suspicion, but then jokingly hit him in the chest.
“Well, it’s late so I’m going upstairs to bed,” I said.
“I’ll second that,” Harry replied.
I began to run upstairs and he chased me all the way to the hallway. We were laughing by the time we reached our doors. Harry pulled me in to face him.
“See you in the morning,” he said quietly.
He stooped down and gave me a kiss on the cheek. We then heard footsteps coming up the stairs so we parted and ran into our rooms. I slowly shut the door behind me and went into the bathroom to wash up.
I looked in the mirror and saw a wide smile on my face, and no matter how hard I try I couldn’t get rid of it. I hadn’t felt this happy in so long. I got under my covers and slowly drifted off to sleep.
I woke up to a loud crash. I looked to my clock to see it was three in the morning. It was still pitch black outside. I slowly got out of bed and made my way to the door. I cracked it open and peeked out, when I saw nothing I opened it fully and cautiously walked downstairs.
I saw a dark figure standing in the living room. A broken lamp laying close by him. I didn’t recognize his face at first, but when he stepped into the light of a nearby window I got a glimpse of him. When I saw who it was I froze. What was he doing here?
He continued walked around the house as if in a stupor. He looked angry. I slowly approached him, but stayed behind the wall so he didn’t see me. I realized too late that I was near the living room and I stumbled into a side table, falling to my knees with a large thump.
I looked up and saw that he had noticed me. I quickly scrambled to my feet.
“Ashton, what are you doing here? How did you get in?” I asked nervously.
He didn’t answer my question instead he began to walk in circles around me as if I were his prey.
My breath was shaky, but I tried to control myself, “Ashton, you need to leave,” I said sternly.
“What…if I don’t want… to?” he asked stumbling around the room.
“Are you drunk?” I asked incredulously, “You have got to be kidding me.”
He didn’t reply he just started walking towards me. I cautiously took steps backwards but I bumped into a couch. He kept approaching me and as I tried to flee he grabbed my arm.
“Why did you leave that party?” he asked. I smelt alcohol on his breath.
“I think you know why.”
“Oh, her? She was nothing. Trust me, love.”
“Ashton. Get away from me,” I said as firmly as I could.
I heard thuds coming down the steps and a mess of curls came around the corner.
“What the—,” Harry asked furious at the sight of Ashton. “How did you get in here and what are you doing near her?” I could hear a soft growl in his voice which honestly scared me. I had never aseen him this upset.
“Calm yourself mate, we’re just having a friendly conversation,” Ashton replied, slurring each word.
Harry rushed to my side and lightly shoved Ashton away from me, “Stay away from her.”
Ashton seemed to take the nudge much more seriously than it had been and so it shoved Harry back. This infuriated him, “Get out.”
Ashton started walking towards me again pointing his finger in my direction, “Not unless she comes with me.”
He advanced towards me but before he could reach me Harry stepped in front of him. Ashton glared at him.
“Ashton you need to leave,” I said trying to calm things down, but that had already come from bad to worse.
They were pushing at each other, back and forth. Ashton had tried to punch Harry in the stomach, but he quickly deflected it and kneed him in the ribs. Ashton quickly recovered and then hit Harry in the jaw I watched in shock, not sure what to do.
“Ashton. Harry! Stop it!” I said hopelessly trying to pry them apart.
I caught Harry’s attention and he looked up at me, but I had only distracted him from protecting himself from Ashton, who hit him square in the chest making him fall backwards into a table, hitting his head on the corner. He was knocked unconscious. I froze as I watched his limp body fall to the ground. I rushed over to his side tears already streaming down my face.
“Harry! No, Harry, wake up please!” My lips trembled as I tried to shake him awake.
Ashton had stumbled over to a couch and was now sprawled out on it clenching his ribs were Harry had hit him before. I suddenly became enraged.
I ran over to the couch and smacked Ashton across the face. I continued to hit him as I sobbed. I heard footsteps thundering down the steps as Louis and Liam came into the light.
Liam quickly rushed over to Harry and began to help him up to a couch. He pulled out his phone and dialed for the hospital. Louis came over to me. I stepped away from Ashton just as Louis grabbed him by the collar and jerked him up, yelling at him.
My vision started to blur as I sat myself down on the nearest sofa. I soon blacked out.
I woke up in a hospital room, but not in a bed. Instead I was sprawled across a few uncomfortable chairs. I had a throbbing headache and I slowly sat up, grimacing, looking around the room. I found Harry asleep in the hospital bed and the other boys laying all over the room, all asleep.
My stirring woke Louis up and he slowly opened his eyes.
“What’s everyone doing here?” I asked confused, as soon as I did memories of last night came flooding in.
“Harry hit his head pretty badly so we had to take him here, you passed out, but after checking you out the doctors said that there wasn’t anything physically wrong you were just overwhelmed,” he explained.
“Is he going to be okay?”
“Yeah, he’s fine they just wanted to keep him overnight just in case.”
I nodded in understanding.
“So what exactly happened last night?” he asked.
I let out a sigh and retraced the events.
Louis scoffed, “That son of a bitch.”
I raised my eyebrows at his language, but then I asked, “What happened to him?”
“He got arrested for breaking and entering and also I think he was charged with assault for pushing Harry over. Either way we won’t be seeing him for a while.”
By then most of the boys had woken up and were listening in on our conversation. Finally a nurse came in with a clipboard. We all stood up as she entered.
“So, you guys are good to go, as soon as he wakes up. He’ll probably have a minor headache for the next few hours, but there’s no damage to the skull or brain thankfully,” she said as she walked around the room twiddling with cables and cords.
“Alright, thank you,” Liam replied as she left the room.
“Now we just have to wait for him to wake up,” said Niall, “which could be hours.”
I laughed softly. Suddenly I felt chills up my arm and realized I was freezing. I was still in my pajamas last night, which consisted of sweats and a tank top. I didn’t even have a pair of shoes on.
Louis noticed I was cold, “I’ve got a spare jacket in the car if you’d like?”
“That’d be great actually.”
He handed me the keys to his car. “I brought you your boots,” he said pointing to my tan UGGs under my chair, “The car is in Section 3B.”
I pulled on the shoes and made my way down the halls towards the parking garage. After walking around for a while I finally found the car and unlocked it. I opened the door and reached in to find a sweatshirt laying on the ground. I tossed it on, it was about two sizes too big, but I like my jackets baggy. I turned around to head back when I ran into three girls.
“Sorry,” I said apologizing quickly, “I wasn’t watching where I was going.”
They smiled but then one looked surprised, “Are you Louis’ cousin?”
I was shocked and a little startled, “Yeah, how’d you know that?”
“Oh, we’re huge fans of One Direction, we know everything about them,” said another.
“I see.” It took me a lot to keep from laughing, imagining these girls going crazy over the boys I know so well.
“Are you the reason Harry’s in the hospital?” asked the other girl, who’s lips were slightly pursed.
“Um, no actually—.”
“I bet it was your fault. I heard you two were together. You’re a terrible influence on him,” said the first girl, who at first I thought was sweet, but she had turned out to be venomous.
I felt like I wanted to shrivel up. How did they know we were together? Were we even together? Was it really my fault he was hurt. I mean if I hadn’t gone out with Ashton, none of this would’ve happened.
“Just stay away from him, he deserves so much better than you.”
Then they all just walked passed me, like they hadn’t just torn me to shreds, one hitting me with her shoulder as they passed. I quickly paced towards the entrance. My eyes were started to fog over as tears threatened to spill.
He did deserve better than me. Why hadn’t I realized that before?