Samantha's POV:

* Flashback *

The sun rose into the sky, making all traces of morning gray light disappear. I was sitting on the rooftop, holding a guitar, Louis next to me.

"Sing to me," Louis ordered jokingly, smiling his charming smile.

"Usually, it's the boy who sings, not the girl," I smirked. "It's like that in basic romances."

"Well, this is our story, not anyone else's," Louis said as he leaned closer to me. I put my guitar down and wrapped my arms around his neck.

The kiss was raw and passionate, filled with love, lust, and truth. As Louis leaned back, me still holding onto him, I laid my head down on his shoulder.

"If I'm not here in ten years," I began, but Louis cut me off.

"Let's not talk about the future," Louis yawned as he stared off at the sunrise.

"But we should," I answered, letting go of him. "If I'm not here in ten years, promise me something."

"But you will be here in ten years," Louis said nervously, his blue eyes filled with concern. "Why talk about it? You won't leave me, will you?"

"But just in case," I insisted, trying not to start an argument, but the romantic air was gone. "If I'm not here, promise me you'll move on."

"I..." he trailed off, unable to finish.

"Promise," I whispered as I hovered my face close to his.

"I... I promise," he mumbled as if he really didn't want to. "Now how about that song?"

*Flashback ended *

My eyes popped open, and I could smell the inviting aroma of pasta. "Harry?" I asked as I got up.

"Yeah?" He replied, his curly hair slightly messed up. He smelled weird.... "You alright?"

"Yeah." I glanced at the plates of pasta. "You made the pasta decently."

"What?" He snorted, his green eyes flashing. "I made them wonderfully, no thanks to you."

I raised my eyebrows. It wasn't my fault I just passed out! "Let's just serve these," I rolled my eyes, grabbing a few plates.

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"Wait, Louis!" I whisper-shouted, not wanting Niall to hear. After all, this was the time for boyfriend and girlfriend time, not the time for me to be running after my boyfriend's best mate.

"What?" He asked, and I could see him tensing up. He stopped in the middle of the hallway, allowing me to catch up with him.

"We need to talk," I said, grabbing his arm in case he would run away.

"About what?" he inquirer quite harshly, and I fought the urge to whimper.

"About... what happened last time," I said softly, and he roughly yanked his arm out of my grip.

"Thanks for ruining my Christmas," Louis snapped, and I shrunk back. How dare he say that? All I tried to do was fix things between us, but if he was going to be difficult, then so was I.

"Fine," I spat back at him, venom lacing my voice. Louis seemed a bit shocked, and I wanted to say sorry for everything I did, but me, being the stubborn bitch I am, made myself look like I didn't give a shit.

I turned around, and I could feel his eyes burning into my soul, but then he left, and I could feel a piece of me die because he wasn't there for me.

Notes

I hope you like this chapter! It's like, 12 in the morning so I'm sorry if it sucks! Why do Sammie and Louis keep arguing? And is Sammie foreshadowing when she said she might not be there in ten years?<3
-JJ