Bombs Away

Chapter 11 - Let's Begin

UNKNOWN POV:

The dark haired man stared up at the ceiling of the new hotel he had to get. Chicago is a weird place right now, that's for sure. Almost everywhere he went that day, more than a few people were murmuring about the bombing. What irked him was that most of them seemed to be chatting about Harry Styles, and not the real, most important person. And that would be Amber. There are more secrets about her, that even she doesn't know about. After all, those secrets are the reason why her whole world was turned upside down - again.

At exactly 2:01 AM, he rang up his friend. The other man picked up on the first ring.

"Ben, thank god you called." The dark haired man's friend said.

"What's going on? Is everything alright? How is she?" The dark haired man, AKA Ben, asked hurriedly, concern weighing down his handsome features.

"She's fine... They let her and the boy send out a message to the people on the outside. Harper told the FBI that if she didn't tell him where it was, then he would kill Harry and hurt Amber."

Ben dragged a hand down his face in exasperation. "And?"

"And," His friend chuckled slightly. "Harry's got some balls. He told the people on the outside to kick Harper's ass and so forth. However, it got them into some... Trouble. The boy's gonna have to learn to hold his tongue if he wants to live. Right now though, he's just bitter. They killed over a thousand of his fans."

"Jesus..."

"I know. After I heard the count of the bodies being read aloud at one of the meetings Harper held, I almost put a pistol to his head right there."

"Keep your cool, you're our inside man."

"I know, I know. Don't worry about me. Worry about Amber and Harry. He's being beaten right now, actually, and she's flipping shit. I'd better go and calm her down."

"Does she know who you are?" Ben asked.

"No, not yet."

"When are you planning on telling her?"

"When she figures things out herself."

"I'm going to Maine, for the day." Ben blurted out, unable to hold it in any longer.

"Are you sure that's a good idea? She doesn't know that you..."

"I think she knows. She's got to. Besides, Sam's already been there for two days. She texted saying that she's ready for me to come down. I'm not doing much good in Chicago, anyways. Just keep me updated."

"Alright, man. Good luck."

"You too." Ben hung up the phone and flopped back onto the soft comforter of the hotel's bed. The pristine white sheets clashed with his dark coat and hate filled eyes. He would get her and Harry home, safe. He would tell her everything. From start, to finish. And, he would apologize for ruining her life.

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Amber's POV

I stare up at the ceiling from the hard, cold bed, wondering how my life could have turned out like this. How could it, when I had finally gotten most things figured out, when I was finally letting someone else in besides Andy. I had prayed for more friends besides Andy, because he told me it would be good for me. I knew he was right, so I wished every night for it. And then, I got a friend. I got Kailee. But, apparently the universe wanted to give me another. So, I got Harry. I consider him my friend, but the way we met certainly wasn't the way I had imagined gaining another someone to accept who I am, and what I've been through.