Harry’s POV
-“I won’t let you touch her.” My lips spat at him as he inched closer. I watched him laugh to himself before pulling a knife from his pocket. Every part of me ached from the fight we had already had. I could taste salty blood in my mouth from the cut lip. But he didn’t look better. Bruises surfaced across his forehead and his nose looked crooked. Served him right.

“Oh but I will find her. And you will kill her for me then. Just like you did to her mother.”
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Samanthas POV
I sat next to Harry as he fidgeted in his dreary sleep. My eyes watched his closed ones, fluttering and crinkling with despair. Tanya was in the chair next to me. She looked healthier since I had last seen her as she clung to me crying. I’m sure Donny must have been there to help her sleep. Her legs were curled up into her chest as she watched Harry with me. Moving frantically in his sleep, I suddenly became frightened and leaned closer to him as he wriggled under the sheets.
“Harry?” I placed my hand to his cheek carefully and his face screwed up with pain. What was happening? How I wish I could lie next to him and hold him to me in privacy. Unfortunately after half an hour of Harry and I sleeping in the bed together the nurse had complained about how much worse I was making Harry’s condition. I knew he had needed a bed to himself but he wanted me to be with him and I couldn’t help but feel like I had failed him in that area. It was 4 in the afternoon, Harry had managed to gain around 5 hours sleep. Something which he needed desperately.
“No no you can’t touch her. NO.” Harry shouted, his eyes still firmly shut. My heart thudded and I quickly held his face in my hands gently trying to get him to wake up. “Harry…Harry wake up.” I said desperately my voice slightly wobbling. Tanya had taken Harry’s hands and was squeezing them carefully, attempting to help calm his situation but we were both failing. The door was thrown open, the same nurse who had forced me out of his bed was carrying a blue plastic tray of food on it. As soon as she saw Harry shouting and fidgeting in his sleep she hurried over, placing the food tray on the stool next to Tanya.
“You can’t kill her! I won’t- I won’t let you!” He shouted again and I couldn’t stop myself from lying next to him and wrapping my arms around his frail body. My mind was blank with nothing but Harry shouting those words.
“Harry it’s me, Sam. Please wake up…” I whispered into his lips so that Tanya and the nurse couldn’t hear it. In the corner of my eye I could see them discussing frantically about something. Probably to do with Harry’s nightmare, or whatever he was encountering.
He sat us up in the bed as his eyes remained closed.
“Sam…” Suddenly I felt his arms wrap tightly around my body, bringing me closer to him. His brown curls brushed my cheek as he buried his head within the crook of my neck. My hand ran into his hair and I soothed him carefully. Running my fingers carefully through the tousled frustrated curls. I could feel his warm breath still heavily breathing on my neck from where my sweater had dropped down. My cheeks flushed from embarrassment realising two people were witnesses our semi intimate moment.
“I’ll go get him some ice.” The nurse ran out the room, probably shocked by how I had stopped Harry’s fit and Tanya sat on the end of Harry’s bed lightly. Her eyes looked lost when she glanced over me and Harry huddled tightly together. His body tangled in the sheets and mine comforting him into me.
“Everything’s alright Harry.” She said clearly and calmly. I smiled slightly towards her and returned it with her own. “No one is killing anyone.” When she said this her voice was much quieter, almost deadening. Like her body was turning corpse like and the cold was stopping her reassuring bubbliness to portray. Tanya was scared. I was too. Whatever Harry’s dream was about it was probably nothing that would promise a nice ending. “No. They want her dead. They want me to kill her.” His voice shook and a wetness was felt on my shoulder, tears. Harry cried into me and I found myself being pulled even closer to him. Even though my arm was broken I pushed the pain out of my mind as much as I could and I wrapped both arms around him. “I’m not killing Samantha.” My heart stopped and I froze. Someone, someone wanted to kill me. And they wanted Harry to do it…? Tanya looked at me as though she was about to freak out and the nurse came running back in.
I didn’t know if I was thankful for this or not. But we had to calm Harry down. The nurse ushered me from his hold, out of the way but he wouldn’t let me go. His fingers were running up and down my back lightly, catching the hem of my sweater and tugging it up. Trying to pull it back down he held it in his fists just below my bra. I could feel an airiness on my back and I felt incredibly self-conscious suddenly. Harry probably thought we were alone and I struggled to try and pull it back down. His fingers found my bra clasp and I knew if he found out he tried to rid me of my clothing in front of two people later on he would be humiliated. Unwrapping my arms around him I tried to push his arms down from my back and bit my lip when his strong arms clasped around me again this time tighter.
“I’m not letting you go. Don’t go. Don’t go.” His voice shook and sounded desperate.
“Harry Sam won’t go anywhere. But you need to eat something. She will stay right here with you.” Tanya said. How thankful I was that she was here right now.
“Yes, I’m going anywhere like I promised you.” I said to him quietly. Then I started to whisper in his ear. “And it would be great if you attempted to undress me in private.”
His head rose up and he looked into my eyes. The corners of his were slightly bloodshot from the bad sleep and his bruises were started to fade around the edges ever so slightly. However some were getting worse. My finger trailed over them carefully as his eyes never left my face. “I’m going to sit in the chair okay? I won’t go anywhere.” I spoke delicately to him and he nodded glumly as I left his hold. Sitting crossed legged in the chair I was in earlier before he started to shout during his sleep. His hand found mine and refused to let me go again.
“Right then.” The small curvy nurse brought the tray of food over to Harry and I rearranged his pillows with me only free arm. He smiled to me and lay back against them. “We have decided to get you Tacos! Your favourite. Tanya’s idea.” She said excitedly and I found myself smiling at him.
He looked at the plate of Tacos back to Tanya and then to me. “Are you going to eat too?” He stared into me and I felt myself feeling nervous, how did I answer?
“No…Harry I haven’t eaten in a while-“ He cut me off and his hand tightened on mine.
“Sam needs food. Now. Tanya have you eaten?” She shook her head and shrugged. Both of us didn’t really care about food right now. We cared about Harry eating and Harry getting better. “Tanya needs food now. I’m not eating if they don’t.” My eyes widened with dismay. Why was he being like this? He needed to eat or he would become even weaker.
“Harry you need to eat this. The girls will have some food later alright?” The nurse said behind me and I nodded reassuringly to him, right when my stomach gave a huge rumble from the sight of food on Harry’s lap.
“Sam. Eat.” He picked up a taco in one hand and tried to get me to eat it but I found myself pushing it away.
“Harry I’m fine really-“
“You never take care of yourself. Eat. Please.” He almost sounded as though he was begging. Then again he probably was. Losing the battle I took some of Harry’s food and started to eat. The flavours subdued around my taste buds and I was extremely thankful for the sweet yet rich taste the food was giving me. After doing that Harry had taken one and Tanya had taken the other.
“Where are the guys?” He said with a mouthful of food and my thumb brushed the crumbs from around his lips gently.
“In the living room sweetie.” The nurse had left us a while ago as we ate and spoke to each other. We had managed to make Harry laugh by reminding him of his awful knock knock jokes even though he then went off into how amazing they were and started saying even more. Everything felt perfect. Harry was coming back to me. However the nurse had returned when she said these words and was trying to get me and Tanya to leave.
“You need to rest again Harry. Doctor Johan will be here again soon to see how you are doing.” He looked angry. He hated it when people treated him like something was wrong.

I ran my thumb over his knuckles slowly and looked down. I could feel his eyes watching me, as I avoided his gaze. Tears stung the corners of my eyes. I wouldn’t cry. Not here. Not when people were watching. I would be strong for Harry. Even though it pained me to see him so helpless, to see him so…broken. I wouldn’t let myself be the same.
“I don’t need rest. I don’t need a fucking doctor. I’m fine.” My eyes widened and I looked to see Harry staring straight at me. His mouth was fixed in a straight line and he was trying to get out of the bed.
“No Harry you need to stay.”
“Sam. I’m getting out. You need to be taken care of. Not me.” He shouted from pain when he swung his legs out of the bed and me and Tanya quickly took hold of each of his sides.
“Harry stop it. I’m fine you need to stay here.” I said quickly although the tears were threatening my eyes. Why was he being so protective over me all of a sudden? Nothing was wrong with me.
“No you are not. This is making you sad. Seeing me like this. I need to make you happy.” My heart swelled with guilt and sadness as he stood up. A lump in my throat had formed and Harry grabbed onto both of us as he tried to hold himself up.
“Harry this is stupid. Lie back down now.” Tanya said sternly.
“No.” Was all he said through gritted teeth. No way was Harry going to let us put him back into that bed. So me and Tanya slowly walked Harry to the door as he slouched between us. I could tell he was trying so hard not to put too much weight on either of us. But due to how weak he was he wasn’t succeeding with that. The nurse was right behind us ready to catch him if fell, even though it was obvious Harry would squish her if he did. She too had given up with Harry’s protests.
The bed sheet was no longer around his waist and he was stood completely nude apart from his boxers. A huge white gauze was wrapped around his waist due to where the knife went in him ever so slightly. I fumbled for the door handle trying not to look at his waist. The thought of it made me feel sick to the core. How could someone do such a thing? It was disgusting.
Finally after the door was pulled open Harry slumped completely against me and I found myself falling back onto the floor. Gritting my teeth I tried to find all my strength and managed to hold him up right.
“Harry!” I looked to see Zayn and Liam jogging towards us. Barely able to keep Harry up he started trying to hurt himself for being so weak. I held his arms tightly in mine and Zayn and Liam took him off of me. An ache spread through my body when Harry’s weight lifted off of me. The guys took his arms and placed them over their shoulders.
“You alright Sam?” Liam said nervously and I nodded back. Harry’s eyes found mine and I saw them glistening. I wanted so badly to comfort him. I knew he hated being like this. The fact that he had almost crushed me probably killed him inside. Opening my mouth to respond to Harry’s look I found myself becoming tongue tied. My throat was dry and I couldn’t look at him anymore. Pressing my palms to my eyes I pushed the tears away from my waterline.
An arm was on my back and I glanced to see Tanya looking worriedly at me. We both knew we had to talk about what Harry was saying in his dream and about the baby. Everything was becoming so confusing and messed up. My whole body felt like it was being set on fire and I just wanted to scream. Want to do anything that would stop this hurt in Harry. That would stop the pain in Tanya’s eyes. I had to find out what was going on. I had to stop it.

The reason it was happening was because of me.

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Harry lay down on the sofa carefully and a blanket was thrown over his lower half. I moved to re-arrange the pillows behind his head and he smiled at me. That beautiful smile, the perfect grin that always somehow made my heart melt into nothing but his.
“Like I said…you’d be a good wife.” He spoke as a whisper to my ear and smirked a little. Finding myself smiling I kissed his forehead softly.
“Shush it you.” He laughed at my comment and all the boys were suddenly around him. Would I even become a wife? If someone was out there to kill me…would I even live more than today? I shuddered at the thought and saw Harry looking at me as Louis went on about some outrageous story to make him laugh. Finally I felt myself feeling happier. I kissed his cheek and spoke softly into his ear.
“I’m just going to get a drink.” He nodded but pulled my lips down onto his softly.
“Get a roooooooooooom.” Louis said dramatically and I pulled away blushing crazily as I walked through to the kitchen. I could hear all the guys laughing and I sat down at a barstool dazed by Harry’s sudden action in front of everyone. Why was he being so…revealing about our relationship? First wanting to undress me and now full on kissing me even when the guys were less than a meter a way. Not that I minded. I loved Harry with all my heart. Of course I didn’t mind it happening as long as he was with me I was happy. But there felt like something else to the reason for him to do it.
“He’s different today.” I saw Tanya enter behind me and she sat next to me. She now had a bright pink cardigan over her white tank top. It made her even brighter making me smile a little more. Tanya was also coming back.
“Yeah…maybe the fact that he’s alive is shocking him…” She pondered my idea.
“Most probably. I would be the same. Kissing the one I love in front of everyone.”
“You saw that?” My mouth fell slightly agape and she smiled.
“Hell yeah. Nice one by the way.” She laughed at my expression before carrying on talking. “So what about that eating thing today?” I thought she was going to mention him shouting in his sleep but this was also something strange. “Normally put food in front of him and it will be gone in seconds.” Her head turned and faced the window, looking out in the huge garden she owned.

It’s green hedges all lined up in a line leading the cool waters of the pool which I almost faced death in.
Then again, Chris was like meeting death.
A cold ran up and down my spine and I pushed the thought out of my head quickly. However it still lingered somewhere in the back. Those yellow flaming eyes screaming to drown me. “Sam.” My eyes came back into focus and I looked to see Tanya staring at me.
“Yeah, huh what?” Her eyebrows furrowed and she started to talk again.
“I was saying how strange his eating was. Like we had to eat too? What was that about?” “Maybe he’s scared that…we are gonna end up dying.” She looked at me slightly shocked and bewildered. “I mean think about it. Harry almost dies. He realizes he’s not dead and we aren't eating or sleeping properly because of it? Obviously he’s going to feel like everything in the whole world is his fault.” I couldn’t believe I had just said that. Shutting my mouth I quickly refrained from talking again.
“That’s true. I wish we could take him out. Make him have fun again.” Nothing’s ever fun when the dangerous Samantha is wanted dead I thought to myself.
“What about what he was…saying in his sleep?” I said nervously and she also suddenly looked like someone was pointing the barrel of a gun towards her perfect face.
“That someone wants him to kill you? Yeah that’s messed up. I doubt it’s true. Just a bad dream I suppose.” Yeah just a bad dream…

Suddenly Harry’s voice was straining from the other room as he called for me. Quickly I got up and walked over to him on the sofa. The guys were all looking through Tanya’s vast movie collection which left us alone for probably a few seconds.
“What’s wrong?” I looked towards him and knelt down in front of the sofa. He took my hand in his and brushed his thumb up and down against mine softly.
“I was scared you were gone.” My lips met his again and I pressed a little hard to try and feel him more. His other hand ran up my neck and into my hair as I moved closer to him. I pulled back slightly and his lips still delicately against mine.
“I’m not going anywhere silly. Your cut looks better.” I ran my thumb over it carefully and noticed his eyes lingering on my lips.
“Just one, more.” He spoke breathlessly as I felt him kiss me again.
“Oi Haz. We got…” Louis went off into a huge collection of DVD’s to choose from and we sat patiently waiting for the end to come. Harry had finally given up and left the choice down to them. Smiling I kissed him on the cheek quickly and he sat up with more ease than normal. Letting me sit down and snuggle into him. He wrapped the blankets around the both of us and I felt his hand caressing every part of my body under them. I found myself blushing and buried my head carefully into his neck not wanting to show him. He laughed and rest his hand on my thigh. Not knowing if I was upset due to him stopping his exploration or glad I wouldn't start to die of embarrassment.
“Should we just go?” Louis said laughing whilst he did and Harry smiled in his direction. The other guys had found their seats and were all throwing food at each other as Tanya brought it in. Niall turned the lights off and jumped into his seat in front of the sofa.
The big tv screen played the Harry potter theme tune and was embellished by it’s golden title which came up on screen.
“You’re never too old for Harry Potter.” I heard Liam say and Louis threw popcorn at his head. “Still wish we were watching Final destination.” He said annoyed and Tanya screeched.
“Ew no. Never am I watching that.” She sat on the others side of Harry and started grabbed Louis beanie from his head. He turned around and tried to pretend to be angry but we all laughed as he started to smile. I snuggled into Harry more and his arm was caressing my back lightly.

“We’ve never done something like this before…never been on a date…never had a movie night.” I whispered to him over the loud music as the movie began.
“I like it. Having you here in my arms, finally there is nothing I can worry about.”
“I love you Harry Styles.” He looked to me and I felt his lips brush against my forehead gently. “And I love you Samantha Noles and a great first movie night.”
“Would you class this as a date ?”
“Oh yeah definitely.” He winked and Zayn shushed our mumbling by poking Harry’s leg.
“Harry’s about to break the glass at the zoo. Could you please be quiet it’s my favourite part.” He said cutely and all the boys burst out laughing.
“Aww little Zayn loves a bit of the Potter.” They all started cooing to him and then Tanya shouted nervously.
“Where’s Donny?”
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Donny’s POV
I saw him. He was waiting in the street light against a black railing. Moving quicker to him I made myself look as determined and strong as humanely possible.
He turned.
I shuddered.
He had a bloodied nose and a thick purple bruise across his forehead. His smile was disgusting, it reminded me of when I use to look up to someone like him. But then he became a killer. A cold hearted killer.
“Ah Donny. It’s been a while.” When I got closer to him, I noticed the chipped teeth he acquired and the beaten up lip he also had.
“I’m here to talk like you said.”
“Yes. Yes. Harry’s feeling better right? Shame I didn’t quite manage to kill him the other day.” My chest tightened with hatred. He was sick.
“What the fuck do you want?”
“How’s my brother?”
“Dead. Your doing.”
“How was it my doing? He was a poor boy troubled by the idea of being in love. Drove him crazy. He was already dead in the head.”
“That was your fault. You think he wanted to try and kill his bestfriend?”
“So you think you were best friends with each other?” He laughed and I wanted so badly to strangle him right here and now.
“You wanted him dead. Your own brother!” I shouted at him. My whole body shaking with rage. Yet he leaned against the railings as if nothing was wrong in the whole world.
“Of course I didn’t want him dead. Samantha Noles killed him. She blew him up. And because of that. She’s dead.”
“I won’t let you go anywhere near her Max.” I spat towards him with hate. He stood up and started to walk away slowly.
“Very well then, but what if she comes near me? I’ll tell you something Donny.” He called to me as I stood frozen to the pathway. “Samantha Noles needs to die. She isn’t the beginning. She isn’t the middle. She is the ending. And not a good one.”
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Notes

Next chapter out soon.
SO now you know why the title is what it is? ;)

Also remember Max? Knock knock whos there...;D

LOVE U ALL BYE
Katie x