Harry’ POV
I pushed the door to the restaurant open and stepped inside. There were still people dining out with their families and loved ones. Looking around I tried to pick out Sam but I couldn’t see her beautiful features anywhere. And if she was here then they’d be the only thing my eyes would lay upon.
Making my way over to the bar I saw the worker who had said she would take Sam on for working with her. I noticed her bouncy red curls and her innocent smile as I approached.
“Hey Tess do you remember me?”
“Of course I do silly. You are Samanthas friend.” I smiled in reply and nodded. Friend. That’s what people still thought we were. In fact I hadn’t even asked her to be my girlfriend or anything more than a friend. But still the things we did proved we were more than that.
“Where is she? Her shift was over ten minutes ago? She was supposed to meet me in the parking lot.” I felt my voice let out more concern than I wanted.
“Oh.” That was all she said before she turned away to give a table their food. “Look I’m really busy working so yeah.” She walked off towards a table and I was left standing on my own at the bar. Sam. Sam. Sam. My mind wouldn’t let her slip from me. The touch of her skin. The blonde waves down her small back. The scar below her ear. The deep brown chestnut eyes, pupils always dilated. They hooked onto me, sometimes when I looked into them I felt my knees go weak for the first time in a long time. The way she would blush and look away when she was nervous or when I made her feel special. Her small protests to when I tried to help her in a time of need. The way she ran from Donny because she was embarrassed I had seen her vulnerable. The moment in the library when her loose bits of hair hung down from her bun like golden shards sent down from heaven. I had barely known her for a while. But I think I love her.
And I needed to find her.
“Excuse me Tess when did you last see Sam?”
“Look last time I saw her she was in the toilets. Then I think she left. That was at around 1.” My heart fell. Running my hand through my hair with frustration pushing it away from my protruding eyes. Sam. Sam. Sam. I thought again. Heck when did I ever not think that.
“Do you have any idea where she is?” I said harshly without realising.
“Dude lay off. She left. Deal with it. She’s a complete mess, dropped a bottle of wine and practically tried to cut her hands open with the glass.” An image flooded my thoughts of her lying on my bathroom floor, naked and bruised. Clutching the wrist that had been marked with hatred for her life.
I ran to the toilets and barged in. Two woman cursed at my entrance but I simply thumped my hand onto wall when there was no sign of her. Who was I kidding she wouldn’t stay until now.
I pushed back through and grabbed Tess by the elbow and pulled her towards me.
“I’m trying to work!” She whispered harshly.
“Did she leave with anyone?” My mind raced of images of Donny holding her, threatening to snap her neck in his hold. He looked like a giant compared to her frail beautiful body.
“He had like blondish hair, quite short but strong. Her boyfriend I think. They were holding hands anyway.” She sighed as if it was nothing. But I knew who that was.
Chris.
“I’m her boyfriend.” Or was I? Was I her boyfriend? Was she my girlfriend? But one thing I knew. She would never be Chris’s by choice.
“Oh well that’s weird.” She smiled and walked back off to the table she was serving.
My hold body felt weak and numb. Every nerve screaming at me to find Sam. She was being hurt. She was in trouble. I knew I shouldn’t have left her.
My hands fumbled into the pocket in my skinny jeans I pulled my phone free. Quickly I rang the number and placed the phone to my ear.
“Harry? Oh my god you do love me don’t you.” Said the squeaky voice at the end.
“Tanya. Where does Chris live?”
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Samanthas POV
I felt my head hit the floor as I was thrown into an empty room. I recognised it straight away. It was the room Donny had harassed me for the first time in. Struggling to keep my eyes fully open and working I sat upright. Running my hands through my hair nervously. What was I doing here? Wasn’t this Chris’s house? Then it hit me.
The car ride from the restaurant. Chris threatening killing my sister and Donny’s brother all the way back if I jumped out and ran or screamed for help.
I heard a murmur from the corner of the room. My eyes trying to fix on the body slumped into a sitting position against the wall.
Cautiously I moved over on my hands and knees, blood was splatted in trails towards the figure. My heart beat rising furiously. He groaned again quietly.
“Sam-mi” He said breathlessly. Coughing as he did. When I looked again his hands were shivering over the blood slashed through his shirt. My eyes trailed up the shaking body to see him there.
His light brown hair, scruffily placed onto his head. His eyes bored into mine and he looked more scared than I thought even possible for someone like him. He was covered in bruises and a huge gash was across his forehead and eyebrow.
Donny.
“I forced Donny to do to the things he did to you.” Chris’s voice trailed into my head. That sick bastard. Sure Donny still did the things to me. But obviously the reason as to why he had to them wasn’t easy to say no to.
“Oh Donny.” I mumbled out and brushed the hair from his bleeding gash. His eyes never left my face as he hitched in a sharp breath from the touch.
“Sammi. You look so pretty.” His hand was barely able to lift its self-up and touch my bruised lips. He needed help. He was hurt, shaking and most probably starving.
I took his hand into mine, my hand seemed to boil compared to his cold shaking one. It was strange being on the other end of the side for once. Me having to look after someone. Slowly I raised it to my lips and placed a delicate kiss onto the bruised skin.
Why was I doing this? It was Donny for Christ sakes. He had hurt me before. Made me try and kill myself. Or was that Chris’s plan all along?
“You always looked pretty.” He mumbled out before coughing again. I quickly moved beside him and I felt his head rest upon my shoulder. He had no energy whatsoever. He couldn’t even sit up straight.
“Shhhh Donny I’m gonna get you help.” I ran my hand through his blood crusted hair and he started to stop shaking from my warmth. However I had soon started to realise the room wasn’t heated at all, causing my body’s temperature to drop also. But I wouldn’t let Donny be like this. He hadn’t probably been this warm in a while. So I wrapped my arms around him and held him to me. He was heavier than I could hold but I knew he was starting to stop shiver from the small fragments of warmth my body still radiated.
“You looked so pretty the first night I saw you. All I wanted to do was-“ Cough. “Hold your hand and whisper to you about everything I could never tell anyone else. But Chris wouldn’t let me.” He coughed again. This time more vigorously, his body shaking frantically from its overpowering vibrations. My hands ran up and down his back gently, soothing his pain.
“And here we are, finally I’m holding you the way I always wanted to and I am practically dead.”
“How, how long have you been here Donny?” His body shook violently from the next cough and he gasped frantically for air. My hands ran all over his freezing body, trying to warm him up somehow. As we cuddled in the corner of the room.
“Since that night at the wharehouse.” He was barely able to speak this sentence. I wanted to know everything about why Chris made him do what he did. Or why he did it.
“Why did he make you do those things to me Don-“ He cut me off and took my hands into his, also bruised and cut ones.
“Your hands.” He choked out, his small eyes examining the red, painful marks on the skin. His thumb brushed over them lightly and I winced. “Did Chris do this to you? He normally comes in and beats me, but if he did this to you I will kill him.”
I felt the corners of my eyes start to swell and I knew I was going to cry. Donny. The Donny who I use to run afraid from, was caressing my dead hands, threatening to hurt the person who had hurt us both because of not what had happened to him. But what had happened to me.
I couldn’t find the words to carry on speaking, luckily he carried on talking. His voice echoing into the dark room. The only light from the small window.
“That night I first saw you, Chris told me that he also thought you were ‘hot’. But I didn’t think that at all. I thought you were so beautiful that it must have been an angel. I never had good life. Chris was my only friend. But when you looked at me, and smiled. I knew I wanted that smile every day for the rest of my life. I wanted to wake up to it. To brush my lips along the soft lips you have. I had dreams of marrying you and my little brother being the only person there. He held the rings and you smiled that same smile. After Chris took my brother and your sister, he said he would kill them both and you. If I didn’t hurt you myself. I couldn’t risk losing you forever Sammi. I needed you. You were my only hope.” He coughed again and I felt the tears in my mouth. I hadn’t realised I had been crying this much. When Donny’s eyes met mine I saw them glistening also.
“You are being Silly Donny.” I laughed as I cried a little more. His weak hands cupped my face cupped my face as gently as possible.
“If I die, if Chris shoots me. If he finally makes my body starve to death and bleed out. I want to know how it felt to kiss the most beautiful person in the world on the smile she made me dream about.”
“You wont die.” I barely whispered, not realising how close his lips were to mine.
“I will. Harry will probably be coming for you. He’s smart enough to figure it out. When he does. Take your sister and my brother. And go. Run away with them. Keep them safe for me.”
More tears spilled down my cheeks and I shook my head in disbelief. “Please don’t die Donny. You won’t die. I’ve only just seen the real you.” His thumb brushed against my cheek bone lightly.
“You have Harry now. You love him.”
“But but 4 years we were together…”
“4 years we were a lie Sammi. I wish I could take it all back. Take your hand into mine and kiss you softly on our first date. Not hump you against a wall.” My face fell down and I felt my lip wobble slightly. His fingers lifting my chin back up to his gaze. A tear rolled down his cheek now.
“Everyday I hurt myself for the things I did to you. I deserved it.” He rolled his sleeve up slowly, showing my the thick white scar lines along his arm. There were loads. “I never had a good life.” He mumbled, I saw the tears now spilling down his cheeks. Donny was crying. The person I use to have nightmares about. The person I use to scream when he touched me. But now I was holding him to me I was wiping our tears away together.
“You didn’t deserve this.” I was barely able to speak out. The lump in my throat hurt so bad from all the emotions my body was emitting through nerves.
“Neither did you.” His voice crept around my and his hands were back on my cheeks gently. He was still shivering. The gash in his forehead still bleeding. The paleness of his skin, still shining. The sweat along his brows still glistening. And that’s when we kissed.
His mouth was carefully pressed onto mine. His lips so tired and hurt they could barely move. I wrapped my arms around his neck lightly and he pushed against me more. We moved our hands over each other desperately and our kiss deepened. His long fingers wrapped into my hair. The same way they always did. But this time he didn’t pull or tug. He gently soothed my aching head.
We both gasped for air and our foreheads pressed lightly against the other. He winced from the gash and I mumbled sorry to him.
“It wasn’t what I had expected our first real kiss to be like.” He said lightly and I felt my heart drop. “It was better…and now I can die happy. Knowing the only girl I ever loved, placed her lips onto mine willingly.”
“Don’t say that Donny. I’m gonna help you.”
Suddenly the door opened and our embrace was looked upon by Chris.
“Well this is interesting.”
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Notes

yes i cried whilst editing this. Damn Kodaline music in the background. :P Anyway yeah so i hope you guys didn't get too emotional whilst reading this one.

If you play it with the song it's even more emotional trust me. I was crying like a baby. GOD DAMN DONNY FEELS.

Anyway hope you enjoyed.
Next chapter out soon

Katie x