London, at the national Opera


That night, after the performance, Amber found a beautifully wrapped package in her changing room. As usual her performance was on point. She perfected every single movement, feeling the emotional adoration of the public. However she was tired, sweaty and drained of her energy. She could barely stand anymore. Living a double life was consuming her. She couldn’t think of how she would go on, how to fight her fatigue, weakness. But she sat down on the wooden stool in front of the mirror and stared at the present. White tissue paper adorned by a crimson ribbon. Classy and precious, refined and well-chosen. There was a red card on top of it, equally as charming. She swiftly opened it, already guessing the content.


“I’ll be waiting for you in half an hour. -H”, was written in elegant black ink letters.


Amber couldn’t refrain a look of disgust shaping on her lips and face. Although she knew it could only be him, or rather his assistant, a sliver of her was still hoping for something else. What it was exactly, she couldn’t tell. Her exhaustion was taking over her body. But she knew she had to overcome it. Even if it was only for her personal pride, she wasn’t going to lose to someone as impetuous as Harry Styles. She wasn’t going to show this despicable men any kind of weakness.


She opened the box inside the tissue paper. A marvellous dress was carefully folded inside. Laying in-between more of airy tissue paper. She delicately touched the light fabric. The dark blue silk glided through her fingers. It was light but luxurious. The fine clothing was polished with taste and distinction. She delicately unfolded the dress to admire it. It was long, blue and wavy. A tight thin waste and a alluring oval cleavage. The dignified sleeves covered up to her for-arms. Then she saw the back of the dress. It was covered in silver lace from the point of her shoulders to the bottom of her back. She recognised the graceful shape, a butterfly. Embroidered with silver threads woven with minuscule crystals. As two wings spreading wide to fly free. How ironic, Amber thought. The two wings were blending in what would be the middle of her back. Showing her fair skin under the netting. The ornament enhanced perfectly her white pure features. It was shimmering, glowing in the ill-light changing-room. Simply a perfect choice for the end of fall, which made her feel even more bitter.


Amber was in awe in-front of the refined dress. It somehow fitted her personality perfectly. The cold dark color, but the thriving back. The freedom she yearned for, when she was dancing. How could he have known? He wasn’t even paying attention to her. Only looking at what she could give him. She brushed off the odd feeling she felt and rushed inside the shower. She couldn’t even wait to try on this dress, and unconsciously hastened her movements. But she felt doleful for Eleanor. The dismal empathy for her friend. She never saw her that way, but maybe they always were.


Exactly half an hour later, she heard someone knock at the door. She had barely finished to prepare herself. Her straight brown hair, was daintily styled in a loose chignon. She knew who was knocking. She also knew what event she was forced to attend. Although he didn’t tell her yet. Probably to take her down off-guard. She didn’t want to face him, nor the situation. It was wrong to celebrate to destruction of her friend’s love. But she put up her most superior and obnoxious smile and proudly opened the door.


It wasn’t him. It wasn’t Harry. It was her manager, her bloody manager. Amber felt disappointed and angry. So she wasn’t even good enough to be personally picked up? He had to sent his assistant. That jerk! Amber tried her best not to show her bafflement. But her lips pursed and tensed. Amber’s fists were tightly balled. Her eyes were small, dark blue slits. Equal to a hungry eagle, hunting down his hopeless prey. Or as depth of deep waters were growling. Amber terrified the poor woman. Amber would have crumbed anybody with her anger. Why did she care so much? How dare he controlled her behaviour. Why did he have such influence about her emotional state? She had to calm down. Breath in, breath out. And slowly transform back to her normal self. Loosening her jaw. Letting the blood run through her fingers again.


After a quick greeting, she followed the agent outside. A black cadillac and another black car was waiting. The driver of the cadillac opened the back seat door. The agent quickly told Amber to get seated and left to sit in the other car. Amber took a deep breath and sat down next to the most enraging man she knew.


“- Hello Amber.”, he said politely, “You look delightful.”, a smirk growing on his lips.


“- Tank you.”, Amber simply answered, not caring about his opinion.


He didn’t even bother to apologise. But then again, why would he? He didn’t see anything wrong in this situation.


“- Anyway,”, he continued, “we’re going to my friend’s Louis Tomlinson’s engagement party. This will be your first appearance as my company’s ambassador, so I want you to stay by my side all the time. And if you dare to talk to somebody about our little arrangement, I’ll make sure to destroy any chance you have at dancing again.”


Amber answered with a nod, but she couldn’t refrain but asking:


“- May I ask who he is getting engaged to?”


With an evil grin Harry answered:


“- To Christelle de Lacroix.”

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