London, national Opera


Again, Amber gave it her all. She felt the glee, joy, ecstasy running on her body. Rushing through her pores, blood vessels, brain tissues. As powerful as a drug filling her head with a sensation of achievement. Glory, relief. The red curtain had just fallen in front of the enraptured dancers. The roar of the audience still loud in the oval room. She had been perfect. She was able to put across the very core of Odile's soul. The love, hate, yearning and the shame. Whether she wanted it or not, made her character whole, alive, real. Better then it has ever been. A feeling she just couldn't shake off. Harry... Every single touch was lingering on her skin, giving her goosebumps.

Last night made possible. What a dick... Using her as a piece of meat to fulfill his own selfish desires. Nonetheless, the most disrespectful behavior she had ever witness helped her. He helped her. Admitting that, she felt even more ashamed of herself. M. Styles did not deserve such attention. He definitely wasn't worth it. But still, her fierce personality had used every lone ounce of this experience. She had transformed it into something beautifully dark and arrogant.

She was walking backstage. The sweaty bodies worn out and tired running to the shower. Carving for a hot shower Amber went to the changing room she shared with Eleanor. That girl was probably still on stage talking with Niall anyway. A small knot formed in her gut. Jealousy?... Never in a million years. She liked that Tomlinson dude anyway. So why would she even feel that way? She brushed off the awkward cringe in her stomach and continued heading to the changing room.

She rushed under the burning hot water. Trying to brush off, every place Harry touched. Everything seemed like a blur. Images, emotions appearing, making her heart race. Her breathing was heavy. She felt everything. The heaviness of her wet hair on her shoulders. The water sprinkling on her face, rolling down her chest. She scrubbed with force. She had blisters all over her body anyway. Scratched off pieces of her red skin, she only stopped as she could feel the warm blood under her nails. She could feel the hurt, but the shame was still there, veiling her burning desire for Harry.

As she pushed the door open, the cold autumn wind blew in her humid hair. She just wanted to head home. Have a long night sleep and start the routine again tomorrow morning. She longed for, her warm bed, her comfortable sheets, her fluffy pillow. But somebody interrupted her wishful thinking.

"- Ms. Lorentz, I'm an agent of Styles and Malik Enterprise, would you mind coming with me. You have a meeting with our director.", the man said with a very monotone voice.

He was wearing a black suit with a white shirt. A slick image, an expensive. Serious and stern look on his face. This didn't seem to be a joke, but Amber did not want to spent the night somewhere else again.

"- How come I haven't heard about this? Tell him to reschedule and that I will not attend last minute meetings."

"- Miss, I believe you don't understand the importance of this meeting. He also told be to use any means necessary to bring you to his office.", he could see Amber's lips tense, her fierce look in her eyes. Her eyes traveled down to the bump on the left side of his chest. A gun, she guessed too easily.

"- Fine.", she grumbled.

The man led her to a black car and drove to center of London. She could see the night lights of the city she loved. Wondering where she was going and what M. Styles company had to do with her. She knew they were the masters in weaponry and armory. They probably were the leaders in Europe, right after the USA. Although France had quite a heavy military as well. She didn't like the looks of it. What could they use her for, since they obviously didn't want to get rid of her. Otherwise she wouldn't be sitting in a fancy car, with comfortable black leather seats.

"- We're here.", the man interrupted her daydreaming.

He led her inside one of the glass buildings of the City, the business center of London. Most of the offices still had lights on, although it was already late at night. The hall was large and spacious, a few sofas and chairs, and an empty reception. Glass everywhere, the light reflecting on the white floor. Simply decorated by grand a modern painting, hanging on the opposite wall. Chagall she guessed, a wonderful painter. Bright colors but a smooth stroke. Graceful but strong. She admired his work. The one who chose this painting, definitely had great taste. The swift noise of her shoes brought her back to reality. Once inside the elevator, the man tapped the button for the top floor.

The doors opened on a wide corridor. Dark wooden walls woven with the same white floor as downstairs. The man didn't follow her and just told her to open the door at the end of the hallway. The elevator's doors closed as she walked to the door. She knocked, not really sure of what she should expect on the other side this door.

"- Come in", a familiar voice said, making her heart stop.

She cursed herself for having such bad luck and stepped in, to see the most handsome and disgusting man she ever saw. He was wearing a slick grey suit, without a tie. The first two buttons of his shirt were open, letting Amber peek at his clavicles, his strong jaw. The brown hair was ruffled and messy after a long day of work, leaving a flow of curls on the back of his neck. He was also wearing that despising smirk and piercing green eyes. The same ones she yearned for last night.

"- What do you want?", she spat.

"- I want you to be my company's ambassador.", he answered with an even wider grin.

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