Say Something || Punk H.S. AU

XLVI.

Amber's POV

"Amber." A husky voice whispers, lightly shaking me. "Amber." The voice calls again when I chose to ignore it the first time.

"Amber!" The guy shouts and I groan loudly.

"Fuck off, man." I yell back just as loud, slamming a spare pillow over my head.

"You are so lovely when you have a hangover." Harry says and I use the little strength I had left to raise my finger and flip him off.

Hangover. That's what this feeling is. The feeling of exhaustion and high irritation. And an unbelievably dry throat.

"What happened yesterday?" I question not opening my eyes.

"Well, I took you out on our first date and you got really drunk." He laughs "Sit up." He demands and I listen. He hands me a large glass of water and three pills of medicine, which I thank him for and guzzle down.

 "God, I'm sorry." I say. I am really disappointed in my actions. How could I ruin our first date?

"It was really funny. You cursed out the Air Balloon Attendant for only bringing one bottle of wine on board." He says, laughing so hard he barely got the sentence out.

"Oh my god, I really am sorry." I slap my hand over my face.

"Don't be, It was perfect." He says, removing my hands and then scrolling through his phone. "Remember this part?" He flips the phone around to show me a picture.

In the picture, -that I assume the attendant took- is Harry and I holding each other while we look down on something. His finger scrolls to the next picture, and in this one there are a loads of flowers.

They are my absolute favorite flower, yellow roses. The thing that surprises me is what they spelled out.

"Will you be my girlfriend?" I read out loud and Harry turns the screen of his phone black.

"Yeah, I asked you yesterday but you were too highly intoxicated and I don't think you remember it, do you?" He grabs a hold of my hand.

"No." I speak, my throat instantly drying, despite the large amount of water I've just consumed.

"Yeah. I thought so." He laughs again and I've never seen him in such a good mood.

"Bambi, I've known you for a huge portion of my life now and it's taken me all the way until now to realize its always been you. Who was there for me when my parents kicked be out? What kind of person invites a complete stranger into their house? I could have been a serial killer. Thankfully I wasn't. Just a mixed up kid with a bunch if crazy shit going in in my life. During these past years, I've come to know you better than anyone else and vice versa. I notice that you've made it a habit to arrange all of the laundry in a certain fashion. The way that you must leave the bathroom light on during the night so the house won't be completely dark. And i know you won't admit it but you are afraid RI sleep alone in the dark. All these little things make you who you are. A person that means so much to me, more than anybody I know. Words cant even begin to describe how I feel about you." Harry spills, taking a deep breath afterwards.

"So this whole speech has been leading up to the same question: Will you .." He pauses, his mouth still parted. "Will you be my girlfriend, Amber?" He finally stops talking, waiting for my response.

For a moment I'm stuck in some sort of a trance until I feel soft lips pepper kisses to the front and back of my palm.

"I .." My voice squeaks out and I have no idea why I can't find my voice. Harry raises his eyebrows.

"Baby?" His voice whispers and I feel like I'm going to throw up.

My stomach gurgles and before I know it, I'm up and running to the toilet.

My head leans over the seat as I empty my stomach into the bowl. In moments Harry is behind me, tugging on my hair so it won't get in the way as the other hand rubs my back.

"Sorry." I apologize for no particular reason when everything in my stomach is now being flushed.

"Don't be." Harry says just as the doorbell rings.

"I'll get it. Just go lay down, I'll be there in a second if you need me." He presses a kiss to the middle of my forehead before leaving.

I climb into bed, almost having to throw up again. God, I swear that I'm never drinking ever again.

Harry's POV

My hand grabs the door knob to the front door, pulling it open.

When whips of blonde hair come into eye sight, I think the color from my face drains.

"What are you doing here?" I question.

"Louis gave me your new address. I need to talk to you. May I come in?" Christina awkwardly smiles.

"No. Say what you need to say right here, right now." I hardly even move a muscle.

She clears her throat, the awkwardness very clear through the air. "Um, well, I am moving to America today." She says and I'm not the least bit surprised. She always talked about leaving to America one day. Such a odd drastic move, but one of her many dreams. "My plane is set to leave in six hours, I'm all ready to go."

"Its funny, because when we talked about this, you were with suitcase, right in tow with me." She chuckles sadly. "I'm sorry it ended this way." She bows her head and I step out onto the porch of our apartment, closing the door behind me.

"Those hours, days, weeks; without you were the worst days of my life. Im a foster kid, and I've had many bad days but nothing compared to those minutes without you." Her cheeks flush and I hate that she brought up the fact she was an Orphan. She knew how I felt about that.

"Okay." I bluntly speak, attempting to lead this conversation away from ripping open old scars, that have barely healed.

"That isn't why I'm here though." She squeaks and my eyebrows raise.

"So what are you here for?" I question, leaning against the closed door.

"Well, I did something, that now I know I shouldn't have." Christina says, her voice barely above a whisper.

Its silent for a while and I take this time to look at her. Her blonde hair is half up and half down. She is wearing a light trench coat with a pair of jeans. Its a bit chilly outside with the wind blowing, the light droplets of rain water not helping. The end of spring is approaching, summer hot on its tail so its not too bad out.

"Get on with it." I finally spit, tired of wasting my time with her. Amber is sick and I need to get back to help her.

"When Amber was in the hospital, something bad happened." She says and I'm off the wall and up on my feet in seconds. "There was this one time, the tube that supported her life, was pulled out. It was pulled out because a tub like that doesn't fall out." I nod, waiting until she finishes. "I know it was this because I pulled it." She confesses.

"What!" My voice rumbles causing her to jump, not even attempting to hide the fact that she was scared.

A/N

Hi (: Idk, I don't think I have anything to say. Lol That's the first. This was a long chapter :D Sorry it took me so long to update.

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