Come Here and Save Me.

Part 11

Louis:

It was hard to concentrate on the movie currently playing on the TV screen before me with the continual thought of Samantha spinning through my head space. There was so many questions I desperately craved answers for.

Was she aware how quickly she was shutting herself down?

Did she realise how much she was effecting herself?

Did Samantha actually have some sort if suicidal instinct?

The slamming of the door immediately crashed my trail of though and shook the whole apartment. Instantly, I ran to the top of the stairs and saw a dumbstruck Harry.

‘What- What’s happened?’ I asked, watching him bound heavily up the stairs.

He kicked off his shoes, allowing them to fall with a harsh thud.

‘I-I went to see her…’ He stuttered, his voice barely older than a whisper.

‘I’m assuming it didn’t go well?’ I commented, following him across the lounge towards his bedroom door.

‘Samantha came back.’

‘Samantha?’ I questioned, raising an eyebrow.

‘She’s eighteen, Louis. Eighteen is still a fucking tender and she’s basically dead before she’s even started living.’ Harry snapped, his cheeks raising in colour as he slammed yet another door shut, causing my body to flinch.

‘Just like Samantha.’ I thought aloud, forgetting Harry would hear my statement.

‘That Samantha, from the bakery; she’s Chloe’s flatmate, she’s her ‘Sammie’. And I never mean to upset her Louis, it tumbles out of me and I just want her to see that I care…’ His voice trailed to an end.

‘Can I get an address? If Chloe needs someone to get through to her, it’s pretty obvious that Samantha needs it too.’

‘It’s literally five minutes away, west terrace. Flat number 5.’ Harry mumbled, pushing past me and starting for the kitchen.

‘Yeah, I’ll be back soon!’ I called as I bounded down the stairs and pulled my hooded jacket off of the hook before rushing out into the street.

The warm spring air was now replaced with rain droplets but due to all of my concentration focused on getting to Samantha, I paid little attention to the rain splattering over my hair and face. In a weird, unexplained way; I needed her.

Entering the block, I took the elevator and pushed the second floor before I’d even gained balance. I could almost see stars due I behaving so unlikely and frantic.
Arriving on the level, I waiting impatiently for the lift to open and crossed the landing to the door marked with a brass number five. 
I knocked at the wood softly and stepped back, allowing my head to think perfectly straight before my heart would willingly took over
The door swung back, jerking to a halt as the small blonde girl stepped into the light. She stifled a smile but her crooked smile was clearly not enough to hide her tear laced eyes and cheeks.

‘I’m looking for Samantha, do you know where I can find her?’ I asked, intertwining my thumbs.

‘Sammie?’ The blonde croaked, blinking up at me through squinted eyes. ‘I’m not sure if she wants to see anybody tonight.’ She shrugged, turning her head back.

‘Please,’ I tried again, pausing slightly. ‘Just ask her.’ I said finally.

‘I can try.’ Her voice shook at it became evident that she wasn’t willing to let anybody interfere with Samantha.

‘Thanks.’

I saw her scowl slightly as she trailed away.

‘Samantha, it’s for you!’ Came the call that skipped a few beats of my heart.