Samanthas POV
Donny had returned half way through the fourth movie, right when Tanya was about to run out the house screaming for him. We had both agreed that he was probably getting some air or needed to think. But after seeing what happened to Harry we now knew to be more careful. Tanya had planned on buying me a phone the next day so if I needed someone I could. Harry was extremely happy with that idea because he desperately wanted to make sure I was okay 24/7.
Donny slumped next to Tanya and wrapped his arms around her tightly. She sat frozen for a second before cuddling back into him. Harry’s head rested on my shoulder as he slept and my fingers ran through his soft curls now and again. Sometimes I would catch him smile with approval for this action.
Everyone was awake apart from Harry and all eyed up Donny suspiciously. He was in his leather jacket, concluding he had gone out. But where was the question? For some reason he wouldn’t even look at me. I know he was sharing a moment with Tanya but he had looked at everyone else. Why not me?
“Is Harry alright?” Donny whispered to me as he held Tanya close to him, her face was buried into his chest as though he might suddenly disappear completely.
I nodded in response and he looked into my eyes for a brief second before turning away. He faced the tv but I couldn’t stop myself from noticing how shaken up and shivery he looked. It reminded me of body being pulled out of the sea after being a drift in its icy waters for a while.
It made a cold run over my back and the thought of Chris trying to drown me crept into my mind again. Closing my eyes tightly I tried to push the thought out and pressed my hands onto my face. But it wasn’t moving. I looked at Harry trying to see if his sleeping state could distract me. Desperately I took his arm and wrapped it around me as I snuggled into him. He took a deep breath as his eyes watched me trying to hide away against him under the blankets.
His arms were fully around me and he helped me get against him more. No one had seemed to notice my frantic movements to hide. I felt his hand against my hair and he started to stoke it softly. Every time his touch was on me I couldn’t stop a surge of heat course through my body. His touch never became old.
“Sam?” He said as quietly as possible into the top of my head. The room was completely dark and Niall looked as though he had crashed out on the floor. The only light was from the tv but the movie was also dark, making the atmosphere even more chilling.
“Chris…” I said into him and I felt his lips brush against my forehead softly.
“Chris isn’t alive Sam. Go to sleep.” He said gently. I wanted to protest. I wanted to go upstairs to our bedroom and sleep. Just the two of us. Together. Alone. I wanted to feel his warm skin against mine as we shared the covers and the soft breeze from the open balcony doors washing over us. Making our skin slightly prickle with cold which our heated touch could cure. “Shhhh go to sleep. I was right, you do need taken care of more than me.” My head screamed a response to his comment but before I knew it his comforting ways had casted me off into a world of dreams.
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My eyes could barely open. But they probably were. The room was so dark I couldn’t see anything. It made my mind go cloudy I felt my throat becoming dry. A tall figure was at the end of the room. Their back was facing me. For some reason it looked familiar, the way the black t-shirt clung to their muscles in certain areas, making them seem even more defined. My eyes looked down to my state, I was wearing the same clothes as earlier. A sweater too big for me and jeans. Hadn’t I showered yet? My head became heavier and it hurt just to try and keep it upright. I was leaning on my elbows trying to see the person in front of me more clearly. The walls of paint around me were peeling at the edges, making it seem as if the room would suddenly tear its self apart hastily. The lights on the ceiling weren’t lit. They looked broken and empty. Glass not filling the cracks which they had acquired in their bulbs. I glanced around my body, I was surrounded by a thin trail of-blood. A scream crawled up my throat and I felt my eyes burning. No. I wouldn’t scream. Not in front of whoever was here.
The only light visible was around the door. A small thread of it, wandering around the four corners, as it was closed shut and couldn’t beam all the way in. My heart had picked up a pace but I vowed to stay calm in my current surroundings. Whoever was standing there must have brought me here. The reason for doing that I didn’t know. But I wasn’t going to go down easily.
The figure in front of me moved. Only slightly. I could see a few tattoos tracing his arms under the t shirt. Dark brown curls hung low over his eyes. One’s that my hands desperately wanted to caress.
It was Harry.
“Oh Harry!” I found myself saying and I quickly pushed myself up to run to him. I was so scared but seeing him had calmed me completely.
“No. Don’t move.” He said. As though I was a dog. I halted to the spot I was in, having only managed to stand up before he had told me not move I was in the centre of the room. “It will be easier that way.” His velvet voice soothed my nerves but the way he said these words crept around me like a cloud of black smoke.
“What are you talking about Harry?” I said confused and he turned fully to face me. Blood seeped through his shirt and was visible only slightly on his knuckles from the light. His eyes looked menacing, the darkness of his pupils taking over the usual green fermenting flames. My hands went up to mouth to try and stop the sob I was about to release. I felt my fingers shaking from how frightening he looked.
“Harry you are hurt! We need to get you help and get out of here. Wherever here is.” I exclaimed and but when I moved towards him I felt my legs not responding. I tried to kick them but they just stood there. The only thing they would do was shake.
“I told you not to move.” He growled and I felt my head pound with disbelief. Slowly his feet moved towards me and I saw the blood through his trousers. His converse were completely soaked in blood too, only a few spaces left to its original colour.
“Don’t talk to me like that!” I shouted at him and suddenly a pain shot through my broken arm. His eyes completely fixed on it, as though he was controlling it. I bit down hard on my lip to stop myself from screaming and hugged it tightly to me.
His eyes moved onto mine as he stepped closer. I tried so hard to see the good in him but only darkness was there. Anything friendly about him had become destroyed.
When the corners of his lips turned up, he wasn’t smiling at me. He wasn’t one bit concerned about my safety or how hurt I was. He was looking at me like I was a piece of meat.
My heart thudded drastically and my hands clawed at my chest to try and calm it down. He now stood in front of me. His tall height towering over my small one.
I watched shaking and burning as his arm moved forward to touch me. The warmth was no longer there. His hands were like ice. No matter how hot I was they didn’t seem to change. He caressed my cheek softly and I looked into his eyes. His face was completely blank.
“You know I love you.” He said quietly and I felt myself shake a little harder.
“Get away from me! Why are you doing this!?” Suddenly his grip tightened on me, it was on my neck and he was forcing me down onto the floor. I screamed and kicked as hard as I could trying to get him off of me. But he wouldn’t move.
“Harry!” I cried, trying so hard to have the real one I loved run through the door.
“Bleed.” Was all he said. His eyes were staring hard into mine. They were gone. No green left in them. Suddenly I found myself coughing. Choking. Dying. My hand went to my throat where his was placed and I found myself trying to pull his away.
“N-No” I choked out and he didn’t change expression whilst I curled up under him dying.
“Bleed.” He said louder and his eyes moved down to my chest. I screamed out when I heard the skin ripping apart. I felt myself becoming emptier, the floor falling from under me. Blood was covering my chest and it was flowing out fast. A choke was released from my mouth as I gasped for air. I felt his hand press against my chest hard, he was trying to stop the bleeding.
“Ha-rry…” I said faintly, my whole head was emptying and I could only feel the tips of my fingers.
“It won’t hurt as much now beautiful.” Looking at him as best as I could I saw the tears in his eyes. They rolled down his cheeks in lines. I imagined using my thumb to wipe them away but I couldn’t move. My whole body was like a weight. Constantly weighing me down even more.
“Am I dying…?” I spluttered out dazed when I tasted the blood in my mouth. Out of the blurriness of my vision I saw him take the knife from his pocket. His fingers brushed the fallen strands of hair from my face as he cupped my cheek once more.
“Yes.” He said quietly and he leaned down slowly. His lips were cold on my head as I sobbed and shook beneath him. “It will be quick. Like that time when we did it for the first time. You thought that was going to hurt loads but it was over soon, remember…?”
I nodded and gasped for air as the knife hovered over my heart. My eyes found his and I parted my lips, wishing to feel his against mine before he killed me.
“If you kill me…it would be the best death I could have. I wouldn’t mind if it was you. At least those green eyes will never fall from my memory when I’m dead.” His lip started to wobble and he removed his hand from my cheek. Slowly my sweater was tugged down, revealing my bare chest.
“Not the beginning. Not the middle. The end.” He said softly as the blade was pushed into my body. I screamed out and he had to hold me down as he plunged it further.
Harry had killed me.
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I felt myself screaming and crying. My legs were wrapped in something soft and I kicked hard trying to become free. My nails dug into my palms when the frustration of not being able to move hit me. I was covered in sweat and my heart was beating rapidly.
“Donny!” I shouted loudly, my memory kept replying the stabbing Harry as he plunged the knife into me. The way his eyes became deadly and caused me to openly bleed in front of him. I couldn’t see him. No. Harry tried to kill me. Harry did kill me.
Harry wanted to kill me.
“Sam wake up!” A hand was on my forehead and the other cupping my neck. I felt it pulsate from pulling a muscle and I kicked my legs harder. Harry’s hand around my neck flashed through my mind and I moved my arms frantically trying to hurt whoever was holding me. More hands wrapped around my wrists and I felt myself crying hysterically.
A burning sensation crossed my eyelids when I forced them open. Louis was pulling the blanket off around my legs and throwing it out of the way. Harry’s face was right above mine, his eyes pouring into me. They were surrounded by green and my heart started to slow. Harry was here. He wasn’t killing me.
“It was just a dream Sam.” He said reassuringly, his thumb was stroking my cheek bone and I found myself letting out small gasps for air I shook.
“Is she going to be alright?” I heard Louis say over the couch and I felt my legs spasm from the freeness they were in. Hands were around my ankles trying to stop them from suddenly moving but the kept trying to. What was happening to me?
I found myself crying harder when blackness swirled over my vision and I moved my arms as hard as I could. My back lifted off of the softness and I twitched uncontrollably as my vision was blinded by nothingness.
“I think she’s having a fit!” Harry’s voice echoed in my thoughts and I felt myself being pulled against him. My back was against his chest and he held onto my head gently but strongly. Making sure I wouldn’t hit it on anything.
I heard another voice which sounded like Donny’s and he was shouting about something.
“You’re okay Sam. Nothing can get you.” Harry said into my ear and I stopped moving my arms and legs. Although my back was suddenly pushing and pulling hard. Trying to freak out again. I found myself shouting for help and a warm hand which was probably Harry’s was running up and down my back slowly.
My vision had started to clear and I felt a great wave of fatigue spread through my body. I became a stiff lump in Harry’s arms as everything came into full view again. We were completely alone on the sofa. I was breathing heavily but so was he. I probably shocked him with whatever fit my body suddenly decided to have.
I saw Donny run back in and he knelt down in front of me. His hand took mine and he carefully rubbed my knuckles with his thumb. My eyes wavered from heaviness and I leaned my head back on Harry’s shoulder.
“What did you dream about Sammi?” Donny said nervously and I kept my eyes closed. I didn’t want to look at anyone right now. I was scared they would turn into the Demon version of themselves like Harry did in my dream.
“N-nothing.” I said shakily and I could feel his gaze fixed completely on me as tears clung to the corners of my eyes.
“Tell me now Sammi.” He said again and I felt a sob escape my lips.
“Don’t pressure her right now.” Harry said sternly and I was thankful for his comment. Opening my eyes from temptation Donny released my hand and stood up walking out of the room quickly. Not even bothering to look at me again.
“I thought other people were in here…Louis… I saw Louis!” I exclaimed drearily and Harry moved his hands up and down my arms slowly. I flinched slightly when they passed my broken bone. I remembered how Harry had caused pain in it without even touching it. But that was a dream. It wasn’t real.
“Donny made them leave when he saw you going into a fit. He said he didn’t think you would be too happy with your dignity once you found out you had an audience.” I nodded solemnly. Donny did know me I’ll give him that.
“How are you anyway? Your wound, your bruises?! Oh no I’m hurting you sitting here aren’t I?” Surprisingly I quickly got up and moved in front of the sofa. Harry looked like he had showered and changed his clothes. His hair was slightly damp and the bruises were fading fast. The cut lip had healed miraculously and I felt my mouth fall agape from shock.
“How…?” I said quietly and he stood up with ease.
“I had a really good night’s sleep I guess. It still hurts but the Doctor said I’m one of those lucky people that heal really fast.” His arms wrapped around my waist and he pulled me against him. “You smell bad.”
“You always tell me that.” He laughed and we thought back to when he had told me to shower on our first morning together.
“I love you. But I love it when you smell nice too.” He smiled and I felt his lips against mine. I pressed harder into his and he tangled one hand into my mess of hair. A moan escaped from between us and I couldn’t believe me and Harry were having a hearted kiss together. It had felt so long since we were capable of doing such a thing.
“Get a rooooom.” The sound of Louis’s voice made us break apart but Harry found himself smiling into my lips.
“We have got a room but you have entered it.” He turned and smiled his cheeky grin towards Louis who stood in the kitchen door way. He looked unphased by his comment and just smiled back at us.
“It’s good to have you back Haz.” He said before turning away back into the kitchen. I then realised that everyone looked so fresh and showered up and I probably looked like a tramp who had just realised how to have a fit. The smell of food coursed through my veins and invaded my senses. I felt my stomach rumble with desire and Harry must have too because he was walking me into the kitchen.
“You haven’t had a proper meal in ages Sam. You need to eat something.” I thought back to the taco and slices of bacon I had encountered over the past days and the combination made a nauseating feeling wash over me.
“I think I’m gonna be sick.” I said quietly and I ran towards one of the kitchen sinks Tanya had. Liam was frying something on the stove and as soon as he saw me he ran over. Harry was behind me pulling my hair from my face. I felt the vile feeling right before throwing up and I gripped onto the sink, desperately trying to hold it back.
“She’s so weak…” A voice sounded behind me but I didn’t dare look to see who it was. My guess was that it was Tanya’s she was the only other female in the house. Apart from the nurse but she had probably left by now.
“I’m fine really.” I managed to say before the taco and bacon combination ran up throat and into the sink. Tears stung my eyes but I didn’t dare let them go. I would seem even weaker.
A cough spluttered in my mouth and I gasped for air.
“She needs a warm bubble bath.” Tanya said again, this time it was closer to me and Harry’s hands were gently stroking my back whilst holding my hair away from my face.
“She needs to eat.” Liam and Harry said simultaneously and I coughed again harder. A bit more gunk came passed my lips and I shivered form the sick sight in front of me.
“No. Not after throwing up. She needs to relax in a bath, whilst a girl-that’s me by the way, pampers her. I’ll do her nails. Wash her hair. She needs it. I mean look at her. She looks like a tramp that’s just thrown up in my sink.”
“Much appreciated Tanya.” I said breathlessly as Harry turned me around and held a bowl in front of me as I faced Tanya. He was obviously scared I was going to throw up again and I was feeling even more emptier now the only food in my system was gone.
Her mouth fell open at the sight of me and she rushed over taking me from Harry’s hold.
“Oh Sam you look…dead.”
“I feel dead.”
“Come on. I will cheer you up. It’s been a while since I’ve done your hair and makeup.” She smiled excitedly and ushered me away from Harry. When I looked at him he seemed defeated but knew it was for the best that I relax with Tanya.
The dream was still fresh in my mind and I was silently thankful that Tanya had taken me out of the kitchen where knives were.
Once we were in her bathroom she started to fill up the bath, sweet aromatic flavours filled the room and lavender scent played with my senses. The sound of running water would have scared me but I suddenly felt dreary and calm.
“Sam we are both girls. I’ve seen if before. Plus your hair’s long enough to cover those boobs.” I flushed instantly and fumbled with the sweater. It took a lot of effort to pull it over my head, my arm was still broken and they were both incredibly weak.
Eventually I stood naked in front of the bath and I was too lost and dazed too care. However Tanya’s sharp intake of breath when she saw all my scars made me become extremely self-conscious.
She took my arm and helped me into the warm bubbling water. I sat making sure she could only see my back but slowly she moved me so I could was sat with a side facing her.
Carefully she washed my hair and used some fruity pink shampoo. As soon as I smelled it I relaxed completely and I let my fingers dance in the water.
“So what was this dream about anyway?” she said washing the shampoo from my long hair. I glanced over and saw her huge mirror above the sink. Cosmetics were piled under it and a huge amount of makeup brushes. But when I saw myself in the mirror my mind was lost on my appearance completely.
My eyes were dark. Blue bags were not just under them but around them, making me look as though I hadn’t slept in years. My cheeks were slightly flushed from the hot water and stood out menacingly against my pale skin. It was so much whiter than normal that I was afraid if I touched it I would leave a stain. I noticed my brown eyes looked as though they were buried under a thin sheet of glass. I found myself gasping a little at the view and Tanya started to comb through the conditioner which was now on my hair.
“You will look much better once you’ve eaten and I’ve got you back on your feet again.” She said happily and I felt the comb soothing my scalp when it came back up. The bubbles mostly covered my body so only my chest and shoulders were showing. But somehow I still felt nervous. Tanya had seen all my scars.
“Thank you for this Tanya. I mean it. I already feel good.”
“And you are going to smell amazing. Harry will love it.” She rinsed the conditioner of out my hair and I closed my eyes from the hot steam it provided. “So this dream? Or nightmare I should call it. I mean you were screaming so much for Harry it was crazy.”
Harry. Was I screaming for him to help me? Or screaming for him to go away? One thing was for sure I didn’t want to know the answer.
“I…I had a dream where Harry killed me.” Tanya’s hands stopped moving and she froze next to me.
“Wait…what?” She said shocked and I turned to look at her. A sudden ray of sadness washed over my face and she looked extremely sympathetic. “You know Harry would never hurt you Sam. But this is quite bad. Maybe you met Ma- no no never mind. It’s stupid.”
“I know but it felt so real. I can’t stop thinking of him saying someone wanted him to kill me…”
“No one is going to hurt you. You know Donny and Harry would kill the person that did.”
“I don’t know why everyone worries so much about me. Why do people care?” I said angrily and splashed the water hard. “All I ever do is hurt people and you know it.”
She fell silent, but didn’t object.
“We care about you because we love you Sam. There’s no reason not to accept that. You should see the way Harry looks at you…If there was ever such something that could define love it’s you and Harry.” She said easily and then carried on rinsing my hair.
Gradually she helped me up and I wrapped a plush white bath robe around my frail body. It engulfed me bet felt so amazing on my now tingling body. That bath was just what I needed.
We made our way into her room and sat down in front of her dressing table. It had gold around the mirror and looked like one a princess would have in the movies.
I looked into it and she smiled mischievously behind me.
“Now let’s make you incredible sexy so Harry can’t resist you.”
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Notes

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