Samanthas POV
“Is he really going to make you do that Harry?” I whispered shakily as my bottom lip wobbled with distress. Slowly he ran his hand through my hair and kissed my forehead gently. I could feel the warmth he possessed radiating from his touch and I snuggled into him more. We were huddled together on the sofa living the last few minutes we would have until Max would come back. I knew Harry was thinking of a plan to get us out but he always ended up disregarding it as too dangerous, for me.
“I don’t know Sam. He wants me to be seen as weak, so he will finally have his power back. It’s a load of bull shit really. I supposedly took his power? I left him. I didn’t take anything.”
I looked down solemnly as his fingers kept brushing through my tangled hair with ease. My fingers started to shake a little and I took his large hand in mine. I watched as his thumb brushed against my knuckles and his lips did the same to my cheek. Finding some strength in me I spoke up,
“He wants you to have sex with someone else…in front of me. But you wouldn’t do that. I know you wouldn’t do that!” I protested but he pulled me into him more and I found myself being cuddled like a doll.
“Shhh, I don’t know what I’d do if a gun was against your head Sam.” His velvet voice spoke with carefulness and I ran my finger down his chest slowly. The shirt he wore was still open and I felt the urge to feel as much of him as I could. My head pounded a little along with my heart and I slowly move to sit on his hips. I felt a light hold upon my waist and I rested my head against his. His eyes found mine and I looked deep into them. Trying to grasp as much to create a memory as I could. I knew this wasn’t goodbye. But I didn’t know what to think anymore. Max was physco and had ruined everything I had finally had.
Love.
My shaky hands cupped his cheeks and I brushed my lips along his, suddenly his hand was on my neck and I was pressing my mouth as hard as I could against him. I found his tongue and I heard him moan a little with desperation. A warm touch could be felt lingering at the hem of the t shirt I wore and slowly he pulled it up off of my head. My hair fell around me with a curl of blonde waves and my cheeks reddened once he started to place delicate kisses along my collarbone. My arms wrapped around his neck as he pulled me against him more and I ran my fingers through his brown curls hastily.
“What if Max walks in Harry?” I said quietly and leant my head on top of his as he kissed along my chest. He lifted his head up and I saw him bite his lip with frustration. I noticed how determined he looked and my heart fluttered drastically. The heat from his hand was pressed against my heart lightly and I felt my breathing go ragged.
“I don’t care about Max anymore. I want you. For the rest of my life. For the rest of everything. You are mine.” He growled and I found myself being pinned to the sofa. My head leaned back a little whilst his mouth worked its way down my body. Noticing how fast my chest was moving up and down he slowly climbed back on top of me and kissed my shaky lips with tender. My hand ran down his cheek slowly and I kissed him back harder. I could feel my back arching off of the surface under me and his arm wrapped around it. Steadily I felt him unclasp my bra and his fingers ran along my arms as they hooked into the straps pulling the material away from my body.
Even though my heart was beating at a pace that would seem inhumane, I stared at him longingly. He was carefully running his fingertips down my body and brushing along my breasts now and again. A moan escaped my lips when he leaned down and slid his tongue along one of my nipples. Gently he caressed it and I saw from the corner of my eye, him watching me.
His familiar warm breath trailed up upon my neck and his hand stroked the other side.
“We don’t have to do this beautiful.” He spoke quietly into my ear and I shook just from it. The beauty and low rumble as he spoke, fastened around all my nerves and made me want him more than possible. Carefully I turned my head to face him as my hands travelled down his burning body. They started to fumble with his jeans and he kissed my lips gently as he held my shaking hands.
With the help of that his jeans were thrown to the side and I could feel him through the material of his boxers.
“It’s the only thing I want.” My voice came out breathlessly and his thumb caressed my cheekbone nimbly.
“How did I find something as beautiful as you?” I watched his lips protrude and I became flushed from the heat of his touch. My body moved under his and I reach for the elastic on his boxers. He saw what I was doing and nodded encouragingly. “Go on, it’s okay Sam. I won’t do anything you don’t want.”
I swallowed the eagerness that was building within my mouth and hastily pushed down his boxers without even thinking for a second. I felt his fingers hook into my underwear and also pulled that down. Quickly I looked away into his eyes and he was watching me. My eyes latched onto the distinctive hard line of his jaw, the light brush of hair that ran along it lightly. A finger trailed along it and I felt myself burning under the heat we both provided. Both my hands now reached up and were delving into each part of his smooth body. They ran down his neck, shoulders and arms as he held himself above me. My fingertips brushed over the two birds opposing each other on his chest. They had been inked in by an artist and I found myself becoming fascinated by them. Or maybe I was just distracting myself from what was to come. His hand now was brushed the hair away from my face delicately and my fingers moved down to his other tattoos.
Slowly my hands shook as they moved down to his hips, I rested them there carefully. A warm touch held my hand as he guided it to his length. My fingers brushed upon it and he moaned a little before leaning down and kissing my neck with ease. He urged me with moans to carry on stroking him and then I felt him press into me slightly.
My mouth opened and my eyes squeezed shut. The pain was no longer there this time as he rocked into me harder. Only a small trail of lust and longing surged up inside of me, as it clasped around my beating heart. I reach up for him and his hands entwined with mine.
“Harry-“ I breathed out raggedly and he pressed his mouth desperately against mine. I could still feel him going deeper inside me and I found myself moaning even more.
“Shhhh you need to try and stay quiet Sam.” Our entwined hands move so they were together on my waist, helping him to move in and out of me more easily.
“But, but we aren’t protected.” I said nervously and his eyes looked into mine. His tongue ran gently over his plump lips and I felt him start to slow the friction happening between us. My legs were moved by him to wrap around his waist as he leant down into me. Our chests brushing against the others.
“You are right, and this isn’t where we should be sharing a moment like this together.” He trailed off quietly before running the back of his hand along my cheek and down my neck. My breathing tightened from his touch and my eyelids felt heavy. They fell closed and I could feel him stroking my body to try and sooth the aches. We had barely done anything and I was already feeling exhausted.
“It doesn’t matter, I want to do this Harry.” I spoke up and he wrapped his arms around my back hauling me up gently into his hold. My body could still feel him inside of me and my head fell onto his shoulder. Moving my hips slowly he helped me to carry on by moving his too. Raising my head our faces were so close I could see the little glisten of sweat upon his brow. A small moan left his lips as he pressed them against mine. A soothing touch caressed up and down my curved back and I started to shake a little more. I could feel his hands getting caught in my hair and as he pushed further into me with haste. I gasped for air and he moved his lips onto my forehead gently.
Suddenly footsteps could be heard down the hallway outside. Harry pulled ourselves apart and I cried out from the hurt it left in me. My breathing was quick as I squeezed my eyes closed trying to ignore the throbbing ache I had acquired from him.
“I’m so sorry Sam. I didn’t know it would hurt you like that.” He said as though he was going to break down from it. I shook my head and bit my lip, trying to hint to him it didn’t matter.
His hands were helping to put my underwear back on and before I knew it his dirty t shirt was hanging loosely around me. A few tears stung my eyes and he was pulling up his jeans when the door flew open. My lip wobbled as a the tears fell out and I could taste the saltiness against my lips. Harry had left his shirt off and was picking me up in his arms. Knowing Max would find our desire for each other funny I quickly tried to hop down. Harry didn’t seem fazed by this, he probably was thinking the same thing. However he did keep me leaning against him as he arms wrapped tightly around me.
Max entered with a few other men behind him. Tom was there too, holding what looked like a sleek black gun in his grip. My chest tightened and I tried to ignore the pain in my body. Harry’s warm chest was beating up and down. As my hand rested upon it with comfort. Even though I could only feel his heart beat somehow my head managed to imagine what it’s now distressing sound would be like.
“We’ve decided on what your…punishment will be. And then you can go.” It was hard to believe Max was actually agreeing on letting us go. Something that seemed impossible.
“What is it?” Harry said calmly but I could tell the anger raging inside of him wasn’t going to stay put for much longer.
“A life for a life. My brother Chris died…so she dies too.” Harry stiffened next to me and I could feel my body straining to stay upright. Like a weight was crashing down upon me so hard all my bones would break.
“That’s a load a bull shit Max! You killed her mother! We should kill you instead!” Harry shouted next to me. It was weird hearing him like this but I couldn’t even focus. My eyesight was becoming blurry and my hands were shaking so bad I thought they might fall off. “In fact. I am going to kill you instead.” I heard him spat before lunging towards a gleaming silver knife. It looked huge and Harry had hidden it under the plate of food on the table.
Tom held up the gun and pointed it straight at me, as Harry held the deathly object in his grasp.
“Stupid thing to do when we could kill her right now. You really should think before you do things Harry?” Max snickered and I saw Tom step closer towards us. Harry took a step back with me in his hold easily.
“I’m gonna let you hurt her let alone kill her.” He spoke easily but I could tell he was scared inside. Harry’s walls were up.
“She seems pretty quiet right now. What does Samantha think of the situation?” Everyone seemed to look at me and I felt more tears stinging my eyes.
“Umm, I-I…don’t-“ Max cut me off with a laugh and the men around him followed with theirs. Harry’s hand moved up and down my back reassuringly but I could feel it shaking a little.
“You know what?” Max said with a cheery voice. He walked right over to us and Harry’s knife almost stabbed him in the stomach but Tom’s gun pointed at me flickered in the corner of our eyes.
“Instead of a life for Chris’s death. Maybe…we should do a life for the other of you. One of you dies the other goes free. I will never even care to think about them again. How’s that for love?” Everyone laughed and grunted with approval but I and Harry stood still. Apart from the shakiness we possessed I couldn’t even move me eyelids to blink. I just stared at the floor and I could hear sobs escaping my lips. Harry’s warm hand cupped my cheek and he pressed his lips down onto mine hard with passion. I could hear Max laughing more and his men pretending to feel something for what we were doing.
“I’ll die for Samantha.” Harry spoke clearly and loudly. My head started to scream but no words came out of my lips. I fell to the floor but his arms held me to him even tighter. The warmth of his touch tracing against my cold lips and I could feel his heart beat pounding through my body due to how close we were.
“Then it’s settled. You die we will let Samantha go. You fight back and we will shoot her as well.” Max grinned at us and I glared back at him. Anger flooded through my veins like it was the ocean capturing the wind rushing down upon it. I pushed away from Harry and stormed over to him.
My shaky arms shoved him hard but he gripped tight on my wrists. My bloodied and bruised one caused me to cry out and Harry flinched in the corner of my eye. He ran to me and hit Max hard in the face. I felt myself fall to the floor and then I was dragged up by someone else.
Strong arms held my kicking and moving body in place and I recognised who it was when his voice sounded. Tom. A gun pressed into my skull and I moved my head quickly away from it but his strong hand was around my jaw pressing the barrel even harder into me. I kept kicking but I felt my legs becoming slowly numb from the continuous strain I was causing.
“She will die.” Tom spoke and I breathed heavily when Harry’s eyes caught mine. He was knelt on the floor. Blood dripping down his nose and four or so guys holding him there. I cried out for him but Tom jabbed the gun into my skull more causing my mind to pound.
“Uh. So much pathetic fighting. Let’s just get this over with. Harry get up.” Max said but Harry stayed on the floor looking up at me. I saw the guys behind him dragging him up as they sent more punches into his already bleeding body. Tears rolled down my cheeks and I kicked to try and free myself.
Finally Harry was standing up. Although he was completely surrounding by men with guns pointing at him.
“Now I feel like we should do this killing thing right. Maybe a stage should be there? Hmmm ah the music warehouse. We can even get a chair for Samantha to watch. Perfect.”
I screamed out loudly and slowly it turned into a cry, a beg. “Please, please kill me instead. This is my fault. Don’t hurt Harry. Please just kill me.”
“NO!” Harry shouted and I felt Tom’s gun click next to my ear.
“Let’s go.” I found myself being dragged up into Tom’s hold more and we were making our way out the back of the bookstore.
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Donny’s POV
“We know where they are! Let’s just go and get them!” Tanya shouted next to me and I felt my hands running up and down her arms gently. Trying to calm her shaking body down.
“No. I know Max. He wouldn’t keep them there. He thinks he’s smart to try and fool us when really we need to turn it around onto him.” I spoke sternly and everyone was watching me with a sense of uneasiness. Liam was still sat with his head in his hands on Harry’s sofa and the others were all keeping to themselves.
“Then where do you suppose we go!” She shrieked and I rested my hands upon on her curved tummy carefully.
“You aren’t going anywhere. You’ve been through enough. Stay here. Keep safe.” My lips caressed to her but her face showed nothing but horror and dismay.
“Donny they could be dead already! We need to get out of here! The bookstore is our best bet!”
“She’s right you know. We need to go now.” Louis said, he looked extremely pale and his usual funny self was nowhere in sight. I knew how close he and Harry were. This was probably killing him.
“Tanya stay here. Stay here with someone.” I looked around at the guys urgently but none of them seemed willing to stay from stopping Harry from being killed. They all wanted to kill Max as much as I did. As much as anyone possibly could.
“Grab a knife. Grab anything that could be used as a weapon. We have to finish this finally. I’m not letting Max win this time.” I said angrily as my heart pounded against my tightening chest. I could feel my hands becoming sweaty and I shrugged off my leather jacket with ease. The black t shirt I wore clung to me in certain places where I could feel myself becoming sweaty with nervousness. But the anger I felt overpowered that completely.
“Donny what if you get hurt?” Tanya’s sweet innocent voice called next to me and I pressed my lips against hers with a burning desire. Her hands went around my neck and I pulled her into me for more. The rest of the guys were searching Harry’s apartment for something classed as deathly. Most of them had knives. They didn’t suit them at all. But that didn’t matter right now.
“Tanya I won’t. You stick with me the whole time okay? Don’t let go of my hand.” I entwined mine with hers and she nodded at me.
“Let’s go.” Niall said and we ran through the door hastily.
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We came to a stop in front of the bookstore. But then we all walked straight through the front door easily. Not caring about who saw us. But caring about what was going on inside.
Tanya showed us the way down to the small roomed area. Books after books were piled high around us. My hand tightened on hers making sure I wouldn’t lose her. Finally we came to a door. It had blown glass windows that swirled so you couldn’t see what was happening beyond them.
Louis ran in front and kicked the door open with anger. We all ran in after him. But no sound could be heard at all. As though the place was completely empty. No living, breathing soul was present.
We looked around the rooms and Tanya picked up Harry’s purple shirt from the floor. Her lip wobbled when she looked back at me and her eyes clouded with tears. I wrapped my arms around her protectively as she sobbed into my shoulder.
“Don’t worry Harry’s with Sam. They are together.” I spoke reassuringly although my voice seemed to shake too.
“Guys look!” Liam called from down the hallway and I helped Tanya to follow me to his voice. We stood in a kitchen. It was completely messy, a glass of orange juice was spilled off of the table and the place looked like it hadn’t been cleaned since it was bought. The small windows in the walls let only a small trail of light in. Due to us being lower underground it showed us eye level with the pavement. Our eyes travelled along it and we saw figures throwing others into a black van. Instantly I noticed one to be Harry. He was kicking and fighting to get free. Harry was strong. But the four men holding him down were stronger together. Sam looked to be half naked, following behind. Only one person was holding her, but a sleek black metal object was pressing against her skull. My heart swelled with rage and I grabbed a plate. Smashing it so hard against the countertops it cut my palms open.
“That’s a music warehouse van. It’s what we use to take our instruments in before we got our own one. That’s where they are heading.” Zayn said and we all felt triumphant at last. Tanya was wrapping a white kitchen cloth around my bleeding hand as the guys discussed how we would get there.
“We don’t have a car. We won’t be able to get there in time.” I interjected and Tanya looked down sadly.
“What about a taxi?”
“Yeah because a taxi is going to let a bunch of people with knives in so we can go to a warehouse which opens in an hour.” I retorted. I didn’t mean to sound so angry but the thought of everything that was going on made me finally weak. Tanya finished wrapping my hand and I kissed her lightly on the forehead. Her body shook underneath me and I cuddled her into me with ease.
“Our van is back at Tanya’s.” Niall said sulkily before suddenly Louis interrupted.
“No. It’s not. It’s at the car park where we get out to do band practice. Not that far from here.” We all looked shocked at Louis before he carried on to explain how Harry had parked it there before Max had found him and stabbed him.
“Go now.” I said urgently and we all made our way out of the shop. Tanya was tripping over herself and I picked her up into my arms. Even though she was carrying our baby, somehow she had gotten bony and her curves weren’t there anymore. I would kill Max without hesitation.
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Samanthas POV
Harry was forced onto the stage and pushed down onto his knees. The room was huge without dancing sweaty bodies within its walls. I struggled under Tom’s hold to try and stop what was happening but he only tightened his hands on my body, causing my to crumple underneath him as my bones clicked. Harry’s eyes never left mine and I saw Max standing next to him. Towering over him for once. I noticed Harry’s jaw tightening from what was going on but he didn’t dare give Max the satisfaction of being scared.
My heart carried on pounding as my body shook, my palms became sweaty and my eyes let out more tears than every could be possible.
“NO. PLEASE.” I screamed at Max but he took the gun from his pocket and merely threw it in the air before catching it again. He jabbed it into the back of Harry’s head. He grunted from it but his eyes were still fixed on me.
My elbows jammed into Tom’s body and I kicked as hard as I could. I wriggled and moved desperately and finally Tom swore from it before I fell to the floor. I ran to Harry but found myself being thrown onto the floor again by an unknown guy.
“Get the fuck off of her.” Harry’s voice shouted with strength and Max’s laugh replied to it.
“Kill me instead. Kill me instead!” I cried out as tears passed into my shaky lips. My body was hauled up and with all my strength I punched the guy hard in the face. Nothing seemed to happen apart from a slight red mark forming upon his cheek.
“Samantha this is all very stupid of you.” Max distracted me as I found myself being thrown back into Tom who’s gun now pushed into my head so hard I shouted out from the pain.
Harry had the same guys from earlier holding him in place as he tried to fight them off. Max clicked his gun at Harry and I saw his finger wobble on the trigger. Was he going to do it?
“NO. No. No. No. No-no-no!” I screamed and he smiled in my direction.
“Harry is dying to save your life and this is how you thank me?” He said confused with a mock expression of hurt. I moved out of Tom’s strong hold with so much desperation to save Harry my body was screaming from the pain. He held my to him as though I was nothing.
“Why would I ever thank you! You are sick. Killing people won’t get you anywhere! Maybe the fact that you are jealous of what me and Harry have is leading you do this? Can’t you be happy for anyone!” I screamed at him, my whole body becoming rigid from the anger.
“I was actually debating on whether or not to actually go through with this Samantha. But you just made my decision a whole lot easier.”
He pushed the gun against Harry’s head. I watched as he struggled to free himself and he shouted out for me to be let go. Tears rolled down my cheeks even more and I saw Max’s face become blank of expression.
“If I kill Harry the game is over. And I win. I will get my power back.” He grinned at the thought and Harry looked at me as I continuously fought to be freed.
“I love you Sam.” He spoke to me and I shook my head with disbelief. I noticed his green eyes covered with a layer of water.
“You- you can’t just do this!” I broke down and shook violently.
Max stepped away from Harry and pointed his gun to straight at his brown curls. I searched Harry’s eyes for something. He wouldn’t just give up. Suddenly his eyes lit up and widened. Probably the fact he was taking his last breaths.
A bang sounded and the bullet shot through the air without hesitation. It planted itself into his skull. He fell forward onto the stage.
He was dead.
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Notes

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