Harry’s POV
Running up the stairs, I could hear her cries for help. Sam. Sam. Sam. Her name was exploding in and out of my mind. Luckily me and the guys had managed to escort the two small kids out, one of them I suspect was Bella, Sam’s sister. The small boy? I had no idea. But the sooner he was out of the house the better.
I was at the top of the stairs when I heard laughing coming from a shut door. Chris. Not wasting anytime I went to grab the door handle but a power so strong threw my down onto my back. The door was blown off and I could orange and yellow glowing flames in the room. They were licking all over the objects, up and down the walls and along the floor. A pain shot through my arm and looked to see a huge shard of wood splintered into my skin. It must have gone in when I used my arm to protect my face from the blow.
Seizing it with my nervous hands I pulled it through, gritting my teeth from the pain. I was now bleeding. It slithered down my arm and onto the floor in small red drops. But there was no time to care for that now. I needed to find Sam.
Getting up and ignoring the pain I ran into the kitchen. It was smoking,. The room over boiling temperature, the flames were getting bigger and bigger, moving around the room from the corner the oven sat in. When I looked over I saw a body lying near the oven, un moving. Probably not breathing either. I felt my heart cry out. Sam. She was dead.
I ran through the flames not caring about the heat or how much they burned around my body, clinging onto me trying to drag me down into them. When I rolled the burning body over it wasn’t Sam. It was Chris. Suicide? Was all my mind could think up.
My heart was still extremely heavy in my chest, knowing that Sam could still be dead too. No I wouldn’t think like that. She was alive. If she wasn’t I’d be able to feel it.
I moved back through the flames and that’s when I saw her. Her hair was all over her face. The flames still barely touching her. She wasn’t burning or being burnt at all. However her arm was bent in an un natural position and she was covered in blood and cuts. Her big brown eyes weren’t open, her normally fluttering eyelids weren’t fluttering. She was going to die if I didn’t get her help.
Sirens wailed in the background as I hauled her up into my burnt and bleeding arms. She was lifeless. Her body wasn’t moving, just hanging. As if it had no chance of survival so it wasn’t going to bother. I noticed her cheekbone was cut sufficiently on her beautiful pale skin. It made me sick thinking of the things that had happened to her.
Pushing through the half blown off door, I ran through the smoke and down the stairs as fast as I could. Pain shooting everywhere over my aching body. She still wasn’t moving. I hadn’t even checked her pulse, but I didn’t know if I was up for doing that job. I could tell I wasn’t going to break down in a minute. So when the open front door came into view I was extremely glad.
A load of fire fighters ran through past me and a few more tried to take the un moving body from my arms.
“NO!” I shouted towards them and tried to push past but they were already holding me back, trying to calm me down.
“SAM! SAMANTHA!” I felt my throat ache and becoming pained from my frantic sobs and shouts. The fire fighters were holding me down on my knees on the grass outside the house. They had taken Sam’s body somewhere where I couldn’t see her.
I felt my body breaking out in a fit of coughing from the amount of smoke my lungs had inhaled.
“SAM!” I screamed again, not caring if I died from the pain, but caring that I needed her in my arms. I needed to make sure she was safe. Too late though, I had already fucked that one up.
A pair of arms wrapped around my shoulders and my head fell against a chest. It was Louis.
Sobs escaped my mouth and I kept shouting over and over again for Sam. Struggling endlessly but he was holding me still, trying to get me to calm down.
“Haz you need to stop. Stop now.” But I couldn’t.
“SAM!” Getting up I pushed Louis away and ran to the fire engine but all the guys were holding me back now, I felt my legs slip and I was on my knees again. My hands ran through my hair with frustration as I cried out again and again for her. I was weak. She made me weak.
Sam was my weakness.
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It had been around an hour since I had finally calmed down. Refusing to speak to anyone. Refusing to even look at anyone. The only person I wanted was Sam.
I was sat in the hospital waiting room, a nurse had come over and told me it would be a long time before she would wake up. Before she would breath normally, before she would open her eyes. Oh her big brown beautiful eyes that hooked into mine.
I hadn’t replied, just given a slight nod. After the fire engine had stopped the fire, Sam was no where to be seen. Apparently an ambulance had taken her and Donny to the hospital, because they were almost at a brink of death. Their injuries seriously damaging. According to the doctor Sam had, had a seizure from her head being thrown against a wall in the explosion, meaning her body was so out of it, she would have seemed dead. Which was true.
I rested my arms on my knees and ran my hands through my hair with nervousness. My tongue ran over my dry and cut lips. I needed her. I needed to see her. Tell her how much I loved her. But no one would let me. Looking up I saw a woman and her two kids. She smiled at me and I found myself smiling back. I had no idea why she was here, and she had no idea why I was. Yet we still smiled at each other. It was as though we were reassuring ourselves that everything was going to be fine.
Thinking back to how Chris’s burnt dead body was laying on a stretcher, a white sheet covering his face and body, but his hand hanging over the edge, it was blackened with burns. It was so bad I remember seeing the glistening blood just starting to turn into a crust. Chris was dead. Donny was almost dead. Sam was almost dead too.
I heard the door to the waiting room open and two small figures ran in and up to me. Along with a lady in what looked like a grey suit. She had darkened skin and her hair was in a tight bun on the top of her head.
The small girl which I believe was Bella ran up and sat in the chair next to me. She laughed when I smiled at her cute actions. Her laugh reminding me so much of Sam’s it almost pained my heart. They looked exactly the same, apart from her big green eyes and her slightly darker tanned skin.
“You know my sister!” She exclaimed smiling at the thought. “I didn’t know I had a sister until Barbara told me!”
I looked up to see the woman, she had a small boy clutching to her leg behind her, almost afraid I was going to bite him.
“Hi I’m Babara as you might have guessed. I take care of orphans.” She smiled at me and sat down in the seat on the other side. Bella was currently playing with the rings on my fingers.
“So you are a social worker?” I questioned to her, still not trying to sound upset about the Sam look alike fiddling with my hand.
“Yes I guess you could say that. These two were taken from the orphanage or well went missing. Dom here-“ She pushed the hair back on the small boy next to her.
“Was only 1 when he was taken. Apparently the guy was his brother but no one bothered to check. It wasn’t his brother.”
“It was Chris.” I answered quietly. She nodded in response.
“Oooh we like Chris.” Bella said excitedly next to me. “He played games with us and would take us out to Burger king!”
“Bella was taken a couple of months ago, however. Chris also told her that he was her brother also.” My whole body had become rigid from his name being spoken so easily. “According to his profile, Chris was in a mental hospital, suffering from a multiple personality disorder. One that was incredibly dangerous to people around him.”
“So that’s why he went crazy?”
“Well he already was crazy. But unfortunately he killed himself in setting a light to the kitchen. Luckily you were there to get the girl out or she would have died too.”
I didn’t reply to this with words. Instead I just put both of my hands over my face trying to hide my emotions.
“Look I’m going to take care of Dom and Bella from now on. We have now changed everything about the way of fostering a child or taking them out for a day, so this should never happen again. We were careless and stupid before.”
She stood up and beckoned Bella and Dom to go with her. “I will be calling you about how you can see her sister and everything else. But for now good luck. She is going to wake up in no time.” I felt Bella’s arms wrap around me and she giggled, running off with Barbara and Dom.
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Samanthas POV
I could feel a weight against my body, pushing me further and further down into the soft surface below me. My eyelids acting like a barrier to the world outside. I so desperately wanted to open them, but they denied me access. I twitched my fingers and toes hoping to feel more in my attempt to wake up.
I felt dead. As though every nerve was barely alive, crawling for the last gasp of air I needed. And then it would all be over. I would die.
I could hear faint voices around me. They soothed my aching body, my aching thoughts. I moved my body again slightly, and the voices became louder.
Brown curls and big green eyes flashed into my head, I called out for his name. My body aching to touch his.
“H-ar” I couldn’t manage to say it, my closed eyelids twitching again with frustration. My lips mumbled again and moved trying to pronounce the words.
“Harr-y” Managing to say his name finally my eyes gave me access to open. When they did though it felt like someone was forcing them shut over and over again. But I managed to keep them open ever so slightly.
“Harry?” I said again, my eyes glancing around the room slowly, seeing nothing but white and a woman fiddling with the drip next to me. It was hooked up into my bandaged arm, and another was in my hand.
“Harry?” His name kept running over my lips, I tried to sit up frantically but cried out from the pain. I needed Harry. Why was I here? What had happened? The nurse’s arms were around me gently, laying me back down into the bed.
“You need to be careful Samantha, and save your energy. No more moving like that.” She smiled down at me and I saw a tube hooked into my nose. I felt myself crying out his name again and she was stroking my hair trying to calm me down.
I felt myself release a small sob and a tear trickle down my cheek. What had happened to me?
“I’m going to go and get Harry for you but you need to promise me not to move. Can you do that sweetie?” I didn’t respond like a normal person would. For some reason my body was restricting me from saying anything other than his name.
“Harry” I spoke again breathlessly before the person forcing my eyelids shut, finally won.
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Harry’s POV
Who knows how long I had been sat here for? I hadn’t eaten or drunk in hours. But who cares. When I looked at the clock it showed 1am. It had been 6 hours since I had turned up the restaurant to find Sam missing. 6 hours since I was going to take her home and watch movies with her whilst confessing how much I loved her.
The white doors opened and the same nurse as earlier walked in quickly. Over to me. I found myself standing up and moving quickly over to her.
“What’s happened? Is she awake? How is she?” I asked in frantic bursts of worriedness.
“She’s fine, she’s awake. And the only thing she keeps saying is your name. Nothing else. But barely breathable Harry’s.” I pushed past her and walked quickly to the room where Sam was. Down the corridor, to the right, down that corridor and then to the right again. Up the stairs, first one on the left. I had memorised it ever since when I ran in after the nurse going to her room. She had forced me away from her door before I could even touch the door handle.
The nurse was behind me panting slightly.
“God you have long legs.” She pointed out and I couldn’t help but smile. “Now you must be quiet and don’t let her move too much. She will have trouble talking and will probably just fall back to sleep after a few minutes. I’ll be outside.”
I nodded, my shaking hand fumbling with the handle before I clicked it open slowly and stepped inside the clean room. My eyes were straight on her. Tubes of all kinds ran up and down form her body. Ones with blood, ones with painkillers in them. Everything you could think of.
Her eyes were closed, but they were fluttering. Which made my heart flutter in response. I pulled there chair up next to her bed and sat down in it. Resting my elbows on my knees I took her hand in both of mine. It was so light, a tube was hooked into it but I didn’t care. She was here. And she was breathing.
My hands held hers and I pressed my forehead down onto the hold. Tears pricked my eyes and I felt them roll down my cheeks. I was crying.
I moved her hand to my mouth and pressed light kisses to the bruised and cut skin.
“Ha-rry.” Her sweet voice spoke to me, the sound wiping the tears from me cheeks it was so beautiful.
“Sam.” My voice trembled out and I saw her smile slightly, before she winced from the pain of moving. Her hand was still held into both of mine. I was never going to let her go again.
“Why-y are you cryi-ing?” She spoke, it was as though it hurt her with every syllable.
“Because I love you Samantha Noles.”
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Notes

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Oh and by the way...this is just the beginning of the madness ;)

Katie x