SAM

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After dancing with the lovely "lad" that named himself Gerrit. I head back to the bar dying for a drink. I spot Louis but no Blair or Harry. I sit down next to Louis who is taking a long drag from his cigarette.

"Where's Harry and Blair?"
"Huh? Oh, Sam! Wait--I thought you left?" Louis looks confused.
"No?"
He makes a noise with his mouth before running his hand across the back of his neck. "Harry and Blair left, like an hour ago. I just assumed you went-- with them." He slows. "Look! It's ok! I'll take you back."
"No." I shake my head. "I don't want to be there, could you take me to a motel or hotel or something."
"Definitely not."
"What?" I asked shocked.
"It's not right, you can crash at my place and I'll take you back in the morning."
"But you barely know me, and I barely know you." I bark back.
"You can stay upstairs. I'll stay downstairs. I'll even show you have to lock the bedroom door."
I blush in embarrassment. "That won't be necessary." I pause. "Thank you."
"No worries. Sorry Harry pulled such a dick move. You ready?"
"More then."

I follow Louis out to his car which is rather nice. We drive a little way before pulling up to a small, hidden flat. Louis shows me in, apologizing for it not "being much."

"It's fine. Really, thank you for taking me in."
"It's the right thing to do." He shrugs. "Well, I'm sure you are tired, dancing queen. If you need anything, I'll probably be up a little while longer. Don't hesitate to come down and ask."
I smile. "Thanks Louis."
"No problem, goodnight."
"Goodnight."

The minute he shuts the door. I break down. I haven't even been in London 24 hours and I'm laying in a stranger's bed. I try Harry's cell but he just denies my calls.
"Drunk fucking asshole!" I spit.

I throw down my phone and bring the covers up to my neck. I close my tear filled eyes, before sobbing the rest of the night away.

"Sam, Sam." I hear my name.
I sit up fast, slightly stunned.
Louis laughs. "Sorry, but I've got called into work."
"Oh, yeah yeah. Let me get my shoes."
"Take your time. I'll meet you downstairs."

I slip on my shoes all the while pushing myself to wake up. I carefully maneuver down the steps finding Louis out on the front stoop smoking his cigarette.

"Sorry." I apologize walking out the door.
"No need." He smiles. "You cool?"
"Yeah, I don't want to make you late or anything."
Louis laughs. "No need to worry about that either."
I smile.

I loved Louis's attitude. He never got frustrated with me and always had a smile or laugh to show me. The drive to Harry's is quiet besides the alternative rock music playing from the car speakers. I come to recognize some of the landscape as I spot Harry's residence in the distance.

"I'm going to come in with you if ya don't mind." Louis informs.
"No at all."
He nods, getting out of the car as I follow suite. We approach the door, greeted almost immediately by Anne.

"Louis! My dear boy, how are you?" Anne beams.
"Quite well, Anne. Thanks."
"Sam, are you just getting home?"
"I--uh." I'm stumbling.
"Not by her choice." Louis steps in. "Your bloody son got so drunk that he literally forgot about her."
Her faces pales in shock. "Harry Edward Styles!" She growls.

Louis and I stand awkward in the fourier before we hear hurried steps rushing down the stairs.

"Louis did you--" Harry panics before stopping.

I keep my eyes low, never making eye contact with Harry. Anne hisses at her son before Louis interrupts.

"Louis, do not take the blame for his irresponsibility! Had you not been there, who knows what would have happened to Sam!" Anne roars.
"I'm sorry." I hear Harry crack.

But I don't want to hear anymore as I take an opportunity to make it upstairs. I make it to the top step met with Blair's mischievous smile.

"Have fun with your mystery man?"
"Fuck you, Blair! You know I'm not like that!" I nearly cry.
"Maybe that's what you need." She scoffs, pushing past me.

I continue to the room, slamming the door. I quickly change and crawl into bed. I wanted nothing more than to go back to New York to my shitty life, in my shitty apartment, working my shitty job. Tears again fall from my eyes soaking the pillow. I hear a soft knock at the door secretly hoping its Anne.

It's not.

"Sam."
"Harry, don't." I sob. "This was a mistake, all of it. I should have never agreed to come here with you."
"I'm sorry." He begs. "I never had any intentions on leaving you there."
"So why didn't you answer my phone call?" I shoot back.
"I was drunk. I wasn't thinking at all. Blair and I--"
"Stop." I interrupt him. " 'Blair and i' is all I need to hear."
"Sam, please."
"I really just need to be alone right now."
"Sam--"
"Harry, go!" I shout.

He backs out slowly, closing the door. I hear him mumble something outside the room but pay no mind. I close my eyes and try to force myself into a peaceful sleep, of course that doesn't happen and I'm left in a racing mind slumber.

I awake hours later to a quiet house. I freshen up, change my clothes, and head downstairs to seek out some food. I spot Anne on the couch sitting next to a girl who looks a lot like Harry. Her hair is platinum blonde with a pink tint and her facial features mimic those of H's. Her eyes wander over to me before giving me a smile.

"Sam! Hello, how are you feeling?" Anne jumps up.
I shrug. "I'm really sorry."
"What are you sorry for? Harry is the irresponsible one here. I'm just glad you are alright. Are you hungry? You must be."
"Mum, let her answer." The girl speaks through her teeth.
"I'm starving." I huff out a laugh.
"Absolutely." Anne smiles whizzing past me.

I stand there awkwardly before waving.
"I'm Sam."
"I know." The girl smiles. "I'm Gemma, Harry's sister incase you haven't noticed."
I laugh. "You both look a lot alike."
She smiles. "We get that a lot."
I nod.
"You don't have to stand there. I don't bite hard."
"Oh, I didn't think--" I shake my head and walk over to sit next to Gemma.

She already seems extremely nice and her caring nature is very inviting.

"I'm really sorry my brother is being such a shit head to you. And I'm also sorry for your loss." I smirk. "Thank you. It's been tough."
"I can imagine. Cade was a good kid." She says with much sympathy in her voice.

Anne reappears with a cold cuts sandwich and tea. "Hope this is ok."
"It's perfect, thank you." I smile, taking the plate of food.
I finish the sandwich rather quickly feeling queasy. I pass on the tea and as Gemma takes it over. We all sit together watching old reruns of random sitcoms I never bothered to watch. Anne excuses herself to get ready for bed but not before letting me know that there is more food in the kitchen.

"My Mum won't stop till your happy."
"Oh, I'm good." I reassure.
"That's not what I mean."
"Oh?"
"I mean the food." She laughs.
"Oh!" I laugh along with her. "I don't think I can eat anymore."
She nods. "He's out with her by the way."
I shrug. "I figured."
"I'm not 100% sold on her." She confesses. "Do you know her well?"
"She was the first person I met when I transferred. I thought she was a good friend to me but I guess I was wrong."
"Yeah." Gemma agrees. "I don't get the "friend" vibe from her."
I shake my head. "If I had the money, I'd be on a plane right now back home."
"Awww, no! If Harry is going to be an ass then I'll take over. We can hang out, go shopping, sightseeing. It will be fun!"
I smile. "Wait, really?"
"Yeah, of course! I love making new friends!"
"Okay." I smile. "Sounds like a plan."
"Great." She nods. "Well, I think I'm going to call it a night. Take your time or whatever since you've been sleeping all day."
I frown.
"I was kidding. Catch ya in the morning!"
"Night Gemma."

I watch a few more shows on television before heading up. If I could salvation this trip with Gemma, damn right I was going to do so. I change again and hop into bed. I catch the light on the nightstand before turning over in the bed. I hear the door downstairs open before a filter of laughter erupts in the stairway. I roll my eyes, pressing my head close to the pillow. Commotion startles outside my door as I hear Blair begin to speak.

"Just want to make sure the baby is in her room." She laughs.
"Don't, Blair. Come on." Harry groans.
"Oh hush." Her voice becomes clear as the door opens. "Sleeping beauty is in her bed. See." He laughs. "Come on."

Anger boils within as my heart races in my chest. My whole body shakes as I muster up the courage to speak out.

"Sleeping beauty--" I sass. "Is trying to sleep, so do you mind closing my fucking door?"

Blair bursts into laughter before fumbling with the door. I hear a half assed sorry from Harry as the light disappears from the doorway.

"Fucking asshole!" I curse.

I could not believe he was treating me this way and had I known? I would not be taking this abuse thousands of miles away from my home, wilting away in London.

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