Lights, Cameras, & Harry Styles

6: Donuts, Revenge, & Harry Styles

- Harry –

"I'M GOING KILL YOU!!" The minute we left the stage, I found myself slamming Liam onto the nearest wall. I was fuming. My face felt heated and Liam's calm smirk only made me angrier. Amber and I dating? Like that would ever happen! I'd much rather take a bullet to the head. It would be much less painful.

"Harry, Harry." I felt a pair of arms grab me around my torso struggling to pull me away from Liam. "Harry, calm down." The voice belonged to Zayn. I wanted him to let me go; to let me at least give Liam a good blow, but I knew it was horrid idea. Management would get angry and rumors will spread. I balled up my hands into fists to restrain from punching him. He can't imagine how much I hated him right now. Maybe even more than Amber. That says a lot.

"I told you I knew of a way to sidetrack the paps." Liam smirks, calmly leaning against the wall I'd slammed him into a few seconds ago.

I scowl. "But we're not dating! And bloody hell, Liam, we never will!"

"Haz," Louis steps in front of me as Zayn's arms loosen around my waist. "You need to relax before you hurt someone."

I clench my teeth, placing my hands on the back of my head and pulling at my curls with frustration. "I hate you, Liam!" I growl. "Fake or real, I'm not dating Amber!" Liam's hand pushes Louis aside. He rolls his eyes in annoyance, taking a step toward me.

"Honesty, Harry. Do you really think I would have gone along with my plan if both of you were against it?"

A puzzled look falls upon my face and I squirm out of Zayn's loosened grip. "What are you saying?"

"I'm saying," Liam tells me. "That I asked Amber and she was absolutely OK with it."

My jaw drops. Amber was in on it? No way. But she hated me just as much or even more. Right? I pull at my curls, desperately wanting to pound my head against the nearest wall. Why did he ask Amber? Why would Liam ask her instead of me? The answer was obvious. He knew what my response would be. He knew I would say no. But Amber would have said no too, right? What led her not too? All these questions continued to clutter my mind as I hear the lads, including Liam, begin to walk away, leaving me alone to process Liam's words. Damn you, Amber.

"I did some thinking," I jump at the sound of Amber's voice. It wasn't just because she seemed to pop out of nowhere. No. It was because the tone in Amber's voice sent shivers up and down my spine. It was a tone I've not once heard her use. It was frightening.

She leans against the wall Liam was occupying earlier, her blonde hair falling perfectly around her shoulders as she smirked at me. Her green eyes held a hint of mischief and her body language was confident. Somehow it was all out of character.

"And I couldn't help but get angry with myself." She continues, her eyes not leaving mine once. "Why did I always just let you hurt me? Let you annoy me? How come I always failed at sticking up for myself?"

I gulped, not liking where this was going. The look on her face, the smirk on her pink lips, and the way her right hand sat on her hip, the other handing loosely at her side. It all somehow overwhelmed me. I've never felt frightened of Amber. In fact, I always felt stronger around her. Not once did I feel powerless. But now, this moment and time, I have never felt so utterly weak.

Amber steps away from the wall and closer to me; too close. She stood on her toes, her lips brushing against my ear and causing goosebumps to rise on my arms.

"The answer was always right in front of me." She whispers, dragging her finger slowly up arm. I couldn't form words. I couldn't even breathe. What was she doing?