Amber has a very distinct (different) style with her hair. It often changes to interesting colors and such but that doesn't make her a crazy psycho and shit. Also whenever there's not a specific picture I want to use for up there ^^^ I just use a picture of her outfit. Now let's roll

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IN HONOR OF HARRY'S BIRTHDAY IM UPDATING YAYYYY GOD BLESS MY LITTLE CUPCAKE ANGEL FACED BAKERY BOY
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"Please!"

"No."

"Pretty please?"

"No."

"Come on you fucking bitch just say yes," he sassed, placing his hand on his hip. I slowly looked up from my phone, locking eye contact with him as he wore a victorious smirk.

"No."

"Aw why the fuck not!" Louis whined, slouching his shoulders.

"Because," I paused. "I don't do parties unless Luke Hemmings or some Holister male models will be there," I answered, shrugging before I slid my phone into my pocket. He pouted, crossing his arms.

"I'll buy you food," he offered.

"My mom does that," I shrugged.

"I'll buy you shoes."

"Just got some new ones."

"I'll buy you clothes?"

I sighed, rolling my eyes. "Alright," I gave in, to clothes, of course. Wow Amber.

"But if I want to leave then I'm leaving, got it?" I raised my eyebrows, looking at him and he nodded.

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I stood in the kitchen with a drunk Louis across the hall, flirting with two girls that he probably didn't even know. I was tired, having stood there with him for at least four hours, flipping off guys who tried flirting and doing things while their drunken minds wandered off.

"Louis, c'mon, we're leaving," I sighed, putting my water down and putting my hands on my hips.

He pouted, throwing his arms around the girls necks. "No, I wanna stay."

"Louis," I whined. "You told me I could leave when I want and you have the keys!"

"Oh well," he told me, smirking. "You'll just have to wait," he grinned.

I groaned in frustration, running a hand through my hair. "Asshole," I mumbled, before walking outside. My house wasn't very far, but I didn't want to have to walk. Though I didn't have a choice unless I wanted to end up sleeping over the strangers house with Louis.

It tugged at the ends of my jacket, pulling it tighter around my body. As I started to walk I honestly got a bit creeped out. It was already one in the morning and it was pitch black. The light of my phone didn't help much either.

I tried singing, or more like humming, a song by Katy Perry. My brother had told me when I was little that if I was alone and scared or frightened that singing would help. It did sometimes, but I don't think it helped the fact that could have been stolen or some shit.

All of a sudden right out of the blue I see a beat up pick up truck driving the opposite way as me. I could see it clearly from there, how the red paint was chipping messily, and the loud engine that could probably have needed some fixing. But I didn't quite think about that when I saw it pull over next to me.

I quickened my pace, hugging myself as I quickly walked on. "Wait!" I whimpered quietly, almost starting a jog. "Jesus Amber stop running away from me! It's Zayn!" I stopped at that, slowly turning around to see that the driver had gotten out of the car, and that it was in fact Zayn Malik.

"Sorry," I muttered once I was close enough to him. "I thought you were like, someone I didn't know," I told him embarrassedly.

He sighed. "It's fine. Why are you outside alone anyway? In like the middle of the night?" He asked, crossing his arms and hugging himself as well. At least I wasn't the only one.

"Louis dragged me to a party and was drunk off his ass so he wouldn't give me his keys to the car," I told him. "I'm honestly surprised that you're not there though," I said, raising my eyebrows and moving a strand of my red locks behind my ear.

He scoffed. "I don't like parties," I was surprised at his statement, "Let me drive you home," I furrowed my eyebrows at his statement, shocked that he would even offer a ride home.

"Uhm, okay, I guess," I murmured, and he nodded, gesturing for me to follow him to his car. I went to open the passenger car door just as he did, and it ended up hitting my forehead. "Shit!" I hissed, taking a step back with my head in my hands.

"Oh my god!" Zayn exclaimed. "Shit fuck are you alright?" He asked, taking my hands away from my face with one hand on my shoulder. He moved his hand to the side of my face, pushing away a strand of hair. And his face was so close to mine, it felt like one of those moments where you aren't planning on doing something but you do it anyway.

My eyes caught his, and I could feel his breath against my skin. Though I pulled back a bit, and he inhaled sharply, clenching his jaw. "Sorry, here," he mumbled, gesturing to the seat before going around to the other side. I climbed in, and shut the door, buckling my seat belt. He joined in next to me, doing the same routine plus starting the car up.

After giving Zayn my address he took me home, not giving me anything but a nod and a small halfhearted smile before I scurried inside, closing and locking the door behind me with a rush.