The Ending.

“I know I said I wouldn’t touch you but I couldn’t just leave you on the floor Sam.” My eyes fluttered open to his warm voice. I could feel the soft silky bed sheets, and my still soaking clothes from the walk in the rain earlier. He hadn’t changed them whilst I was out. He was serious about not touching me.

When I looked over at him he was sat as far away from me on the bed as possible. My body so badly wanted to touch him. Wanting to brush my finger tips of his browned skin, over his dark lacing tattoos. But instead I sat up and nodded solemnly to myself.

“I’m sorry for passing out in front of you.”

“It’s strange how that’s the thing you are sorry for.” The bed moved as he got up off it and made his way out of the bedroom. My thoughts hung around me in the dimly lit room. I’m such an idiot. Harry was the best thing that has ever happened to me and I’m always pushing him away.

Getting up I walked into the main room, however my brain told me no and I felt myself falling back down again. His arms were secure around me and he was helping me back up.

“Maybe you should take it easy for a while.” He said as a whisper. My eyes slowly closed and I felt myself leaning back into him. Soaking up his warmth through my wet body.

“Sam?” He questioned my stillness, as I stayed in his arms. I felt them tighten around me and his head lean down onto my shoulder. “You need to have a shower. You are still wet.” His velvety voice trailed off into my ear.

“You said you wouldn’t touch me again.” I spoke delicately, my eyes still closed as I rested against him even more.

“You really think I would be able to keep that?” A shiver ran up my spine when he whispered this into my ear. Our bodies in an embrace I never thought I would encounter. Passion, love, desire.

“But yeah I should shower.” Stepping forward I felt his hands still on me, trying to stop me from falling again. “I’m good Harry.” I said to him, smiling at his beauty.

“I’ll be in bed, it’s pretty late. 2 am.” He looked at me as though he wanted to feel my lips against his, but knew I would protest somehow like usual.

I was faced with his muscular back as he walked off into the bedroom and closed the door, however he left it slightly ajar.

Making my way into the bathroom I stripped off of my wet clothing and avoided the mirror at all costs. I wasn’t going to see how ugly I looked today. When I stepped under the hot drips of water I automatically jumped out of the shower. They burned my skin slightly, due to the sudden contrast of temperature. But after a while it felt good.

I was in the kitchen, wearing underwear and one of Harry’s shirts. He hadn’t come out of the bedroom at all. Curiously I peered around the door to see him completely crashed out on his bed. The covers barely even touching his body. Only clothed by the black material of his boxers. Before I knew it I was making me way over to the bed, sitting on the edge near Harry’s back as he laid on his side.

My finger reached out and lightly traced the tattoos on his back and arms. He stirred slightly, my finger quickly retreating from the action. But when he settled once more I found myself doing it again. The tip of my finger brushing his warm skin and running along his spine.

A loud bang sounded from outside the room. Making me jump away from Harry. But he was still fast asleep. How could he sleep through something that loud?

Cautiously I made my way over to the apartment door. I placed my ear against to try and hear what was going on. Voices.

None of them were familiar though. That’s when I heard it again, a bang. It came from the door. It was as though someone was kicking it.

I walked back from it and quickly ran into the bedroom.

“Harry, harry.” I tapped his face gently trying not to startle his beautiful dreams. His eyes opened slightly and he buried his head back into the pillow.

“Harry there is someone kicking your door.” I trailed off, my breath shaking slightly due to how scared I was suddenly becoming. It’s Donny. It’s Donny. He’s found you. My thoughts constantly bombarded me.

“Cool.” He moaned into the pillow. I could tell he was too tired to actually pay attention to any of the words I was saying.

“Please Harry someone is trying to get in.” I shook his shoulders but he still lay still. His eyes once again closed off from me. Another bang sounded and this time the voices were getting louder, and shouting more vigorously. We had to get out of here.

Thinking of no other way to get Harry awake, I rolled him over onto his back. I placed my knees either side of his hips and cupped his strong jaw line in my shaking hands. My lips pressed down onto his plump soft ones and suddenly his big hand rested on the back of my neck, making our mouths open wider and give each other more access to the tastes of each other. He sat up slowly with my straddling his lap gently.

I ran my hands down his neck and onto his chest, his breathing was heard once his forehead rested against my cheek.

“What was that for bottle girl?” He smirked and our breathing started to slow, lips still slightly brushing each other’s.

“Someone is kicking your door…” Another bang sounded and laughing followed outside. I looked into his eyes and felt them pierce into mine. His strong arms wrapped around my small frame and I was being placed down onto the bed on my own. He stood in front of my quacking grabbing clothes and putting them on.

“Stay here.” He said sternly, his hands cupped my face once more as he lightly brushed his lips against mine.

“Harry harry what if it’s Donny.” I heard my self-blurt out, shakily and scared.

“Shhh it won’t be Donny, stay here.” And with that he left the room and shut the door behind him. I couldn’t remember the last time the bedroom door had been shut when I was left in it. Harry always wanted to make sure that I was fine. But for some reason he mustn’t want me to witness what was going to happen.

I heard Harry’s angry mumbles to the unfamiliar voices. It seemed to go on for what felt like forever. My body nervously sat on the end of the bed.

Jumping when the apartment door slammed shut I opened the bedroom one slowly. He was grabbing his keys out of the draw and picking up his phone.

“Harry where are you goin-“ His lips were on mine and I felt my body go up against the wall. Our lips moving as though they were fighting for more.

“I have to go out for a bit.”

“But it’s like 4 in the morning.”

“Sam you have to trust me on this.”

“Who were those people.”

“No one, no one trust me.”

“Obviously they were someone if they were trying to kick down the door!” I exclaimed, his dark features deepening into mine.

“They…they can’t know you are here. They can’t know you are in my life, because they will…” He left the sentence before he looked away.

“What? They will what Harry?” My fingers pulled his gaze back onto mine.

“Hurt you. I don’t have the best past with them.”

“Then don’t go.” I pleaded. My emotions finally accepting the love I had for Harry and he was going.

“Sam I have to.” A kiss was placed onto my forehead lightly. “Go to sleep, you have to be at work soon.”

“Be careful.” I said gently before pressing my lips against his one last time.

“Styles get out now! Come on we have a schedule!” A low voice boomed from outside the door. Harry’s finger was placed against my lips shushing me. His big green eyes poured down onto mine and his hold left me.

“They can’t know you are here.” He whispered into my ear as quietly as he could and I felt my body going back into his bedroom.

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Harry’s POV

“What do you want Max?” I spoke disgusted by him being anywhere near me. My thoughts constantly drifting over to Sam, curled up and alone in my bed. We were in a bar. Surrounded by smoke from various people. Most probably stoners.

Bottles filled with beer were being downed and replaced at a rate which could be deemed inhumane.

“Harry styles not having a cigarette? What is this world coming to?” He said sarcastically before him and the others took long drags around me.

“What do you want?” I simply stated for another time. He chuckled at my angered expression and killed of his fag. “I’m not doing you any more favours if that is what you want.”

“But don’t you need the money? We were the ones who helped you when you were kicked out.”

“I’ve got enough money thanks. Is this really the reason why you came at 4 in the morning? What’s the real reason.”

They all looked at each other and grinned.

“There was no reason.” Max smirked at me and took a swig from his beer bottle.

“I’m sorry what?”

“There. Was. No. Reason. We just had to get you out so that Chris could talk to Samantha.” I felt every single nerve in my body explode and I could have killed him right then and there.

“What?!” I shouted towards them, running my hands through my hair I got up and ran back to my apartment.

That’s when I heard him shout something that made me stop.

“He’s the one that stole Samanthas little sister. And he’s gonna kill them both.”

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Samanthas POV

“I can’t believe you-you found her Chris…” I trailed off shocked. “My little sister…when can I see her?” I stated towards him shocked about what he had just told me.

He had found Bella with an unhealthy foster family, who weren’t treating her right. But then again I didn’t know if he was telling the truth or not. I mean it was Chris.

“Get the fuck away from her!” Chris was hauled up by Harry and slammed into the counter.

“Harry!” I shrieked and quickly got off of the sofa, pushing him away from Chris’s limp body. “What was that for?!”

“Don’t believe anything he says. He’s sick and disgusting.” I felt myself being pushed into the bedroom and Harry slammed the door shut. I could hear him and Chris yelling, but it was mostly Harry.

“Harry!” I screamed trying to pry the door open but somehow it wouldn’t budge. He was holding onto it, I thought to myself.

I could hear Harry shouting again and a noise of air being blown out of Chris’s lungs.

“Harry! Please! He’s gonna take me to see my sister…” Trailing off of the sentence I lay down on the bed, curling my legs up into my body I tried to block out the noise of the shouting. But when I laid down it was gone.

A body shifted over mine, kneeling by the side of the bed. Directly in front of me. The messy brown curls that had, had his long slender fingers ran though were slightly tousled from frustration.

“Chris is gone.” He mumbled to me, his hand gently stroking my tangled hair. “Did he touch you?” I felt him stiffen when I didn’t reply.

“Did he touch you?” He said again, this time more desperately.

“No” I managed to whisper out. “He just wanted to tell me he found my sister as soon as possible.”

I watched him stand up and he stripped back down to his boxers. Strong arms wrapped around my body from behind and pulled my back against his hard torso. Yet it still provided comfort.

“Go to sleep beautiful, you shouldn’t have been kept up this long. Go to sleep.” He gently hushed in my ear as my eyes drooped shut and my body relaxed finally. Fitting into his. “We will talk about it tomorrow.”

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