Ambrose

I slumped in my mum's car and immediately popped in my headphones. I let the music devour me and hopefully block everything that is happening right now. What was supposed to be my day, my time to shine, and turned out to be the worst nightmare I could have ever had. And what's even worse, it's not a nightmare, its reality.

The car started to move, but no one in my family was moving, or saying anything. Until my mother choked up.

"I'm so sorry Ambrose. I shouldn't have let you be interviewed on Ellen. Honey I….."

I removed one of my earphones and cut her off. "It's not your fault mum." I said. I realized that I was starting to have that 'almost going to cry' voice. That feeling when you are in the verge of tears but you're just trying to hold it back.

Then my brother raised his voice. "I swear to God I'm going to punch that douche when I next see him."

I gave him a soft smile that was all that I could muster up now. "Can I just take a nap?" I said with my voice croaking again.

I saw my brother's eyes full of anger and concern. He patted his shoulder gesturing for me to lean there. And so I did.

As I closed my eyes all I can think of was him. My emotions for him are overflowing with hate, disgust…. But as much as I deny it I was also confused with him. And somewhere in my weak heart of mine, I sort of thought that before all of this happened he sort of liked me…. Or at least my talent.

But then, this happened. And now, I just don't know. I've never felt so judged in my life.

After escaping a few tears from my eyes, I finally drifted off to sleep with the last few verses of the song I was listening to playing in my head.

NIALL'S P.O.V

The moment those harsh words escaped my mouth; I wanted to punch myself till I bled to death. What was wrong with me? I was like the incredible hulk that is easily triggered with nonsense. I just lost myself and then it was too late.

"I hope I never see you again, and I mean that"

And then she's gone.

And then lots of things happened after that.

I felt my body being aggressively pushed until I was back to reality.

"You are freaking mad bro that was the worst thing you could have possibly done." Liam said in his angry dad tone.

I looked at the audience who were all wearing a look of disapproval on their faces. To add to that, my four best lads had the same looks.

"How can you say things?!" Louis added. I've never seen him so anger before.

Then it was Zayn's turn to bash me. "You've changed man, you've changed a lot."

"Guys I don't know what came over me honestly I don't even know what to say right now-"I started to say but Harry cut me off.

"Don't you think you've said enough?" He looked at me with a death glare, he started to remove his mic and walk out of the set.

"Where are you going?" Louis asked as Harry started to walk away.

He then looked at me with such cold eyes that I rarely see. "To fix what has been damaged."

And then he too, walked away.

Suddenly, I got frustrated again. Why him? This wasn't his problem to fix it was mine. I screwed up. I was the one who needed to talk to her. With that, I removed my mic, and heading off out too.

Louis then put his arms up in frustration. "Now where are you off to?"

"To fix damage."

Before leaving I faced the audience. "I apologize for what happened today. I really do" And with that, I left the studio and found myself in the parking lot.

"Crap, now where do I find her?"

I saw one of the producers outside on a coffee break. I rushed to him quickly. "Hey, urgh, do you know where Ambrose Waters lives?"

He chuckled as he took a sip of his coffee. Looks like he had no clue about the incident. Good thing I guess.

"You too huh? Just about a minute ago another guy asked me that."

Harry.

"Yeah, lots of guys chasing that girl." I said trying to sound casual.

"Well I would wonder, she's a good looking girl." He said.

"Yeah…" I said looking at him. "I know…" A mini flashback of what happened earlier and I wanted to punch myself.

He grabbed his phone and looked through his phonebook. "Well she lives here…" He said while showing me his phone.

"Beachrose village… I know that place" I said while trying to remember the directions in my head.

"Well you better hurry if you want to go there before the other Guy." he said after chuckling.

I chuckled to and thanked him.

I rushed to my car and hoped that no one would catch me whilst driving over the limit today.

AMBROSE P.O.V

I was watching my videos in my room. I was watching this girl who was so shy in front of the camera, and had her chance today to change that around, but it didn't go that way. I sighed. I checked twitter and Facebook on any news about this, but as of now, there's still none.

And I felt relived. Because despite of what he has done, I care about his…. No I care about the bands reputation. The last thing I want is others to get screwed over this as well. They all seem so nice.

Again looking through Tumblr, I wasn't able to dodge scanning through their photos.

It was him on my dashboard again. Questions then ran through my head, but the most evident one was, 'will he apologise?' secretly, under all this I don't care attitude, I hope he does.

Ding Dong

The doorbell rang. My heart fluttered for a bit. For some reason, I think it's him. For some reason, I was hoping it was him. I was hoping that he left Ellen's studio and drove all the way to Beachrose village to say sorry.

I made my way downstairs until I was in the foyer. I could hear the rain outside, but still my footsteps were slowly approaching the door. My heart was beating like crazy, because I had a gut feeling it was him.

I finally reached the door knob, and turned it and pulled the door.

I gasped.

"Harry?"

There stood outside my door, Harry Styles, who was a bit wet because of the rain, he had water on the ringlets of his hair, but how can one still look so handsome?

"What are you—?"

"I came to see if you were okay" He answered quickly.

"I'm okay. You didn't have to come all this way to ask me and that and—"

"Your right, I don't. But I wanted too." He cut me off again. His eyes were staring intensely into mine.

I was speechless. I didn't know what to say to him. "Thank you Harry. But you really didn't have to. I mean you hardly know me."

I saw him smirk. "That's the other thing I came over here for. To get to know you"

Do you know the feeling when you're riding a roller coaster and it goes on a huge drop and it feels like your stomach is being eaten? Well that how's I feel right now. Adding to that all the emotions I felt earlier just right after leaving the studio. All the depression and hate.

I looked at him before saying. "Well that's the first thing you need to know about me is that I lied."

He had a confused look on his face. "Lied about what?"

The tears came.

"I'm not okay."

But so did his arms around me.

NIALLS P.O.V

Finally I made it to Beachrose. It was 10 tines harder to go around about with the heavy rain. When I was about two streets from her house, there was a heavy flow of traffic inside the village.

"Seriously?!" I shouted. After about 5 minutes of being idle, I decided to jump out of my car and take a run for it. No umbrella, just me and the droplets of slightly salty water.

I ran until I was a house away from hers. There was this pull inside my stomach. It was almost like he feeling I get before performing for a concert. Yes, I was this nervous.

Then I saw something that made me stop in my tracks. Something that I didn't really need to see. Something that made me rather be stuck in traffic.

Yet again, I was too late.

It was Ambrose, wrapped in Harry's arms.