The Ending.

“I thought you were hurt Sam!”

“You know those guys?” I trailed off speechless, the boys I had seen knew Harry. I was relieved that they were as far from knowing Donny as they could be.

His tone became slightly more hushed. “Yes they are really close to me. They are my band members too.” He looked into my eyes and I quickly looked away. I could feel his presence nearing me, his finger lightly tracing my jaw bone. “If anything had happened to you…”

Without knowing what I was doing I glared at him and pushed his hand away.

“You don’t know me! We met the other day Harry! Stop acting like you care about me…” A sob escaped my trembling lips and I looked up at him. He looked angry, upset and full of hatred towards what I had just said. His fist connected to the back of the door in rage making me jump and make a frightened noise.

He didn’t turn around to look at me when he spoke.

“I may not know you Sam but I know enough to care. And for once you should let me in.” I felt the door slam shut and I jumped one more time at his sudden actions. Sliding down the back of the door I brought my knees up to my chest and sat silent for a what felt like a long time. I couldn’t hear the tv, knowing this I believed Harry was probably asleep or driving Tanya back to wherever she had come from. I felt lonely. For another time in my life.

I didn’t mean to say that to Harry. But everything about us had been so sudden. The second day of knowing him and I had already presented myself naked to him. Not that I could stop myself but it still made me feel unnerving about the whole situation.

Getting up I shrugged my leather jacket off and boots, before opening the door and heading towards the fridge. I looked around the room to see Tanya still there but Harry gone. She seemed to have passed out from alcohol consumption. But suddenly she stirred in her unconsciousness making me realising she wasn’t completely out.

Opening the fridge I took out a cool glass of beer and popped the top off on the counter top. One thing that Donny had taught me to do when I was with him. I knew a mark had been left on the surface from this action but I wasn’t too fussed to care.

I sat on the counter top, sipping the liquid little by little and sitting in silence. My eyes fell open Tanya and she opened hers, sitting up fully before trying to get up.

Her squeaky voice sounded and I hopped down to see if she was okay.

“I think I’m going to be sick.” She wavered when she stood and I quickly tried to catch her. Her body fell on top of mine crushing me into the sofa. The bruises along my back screamed out in pain but I tried to focus on removing the drunk girl from view. I wrapped her arm over my shoulder and tried to carry her into the bathroom. Her body was so heavy on top of my small weak one but I still tried to hold her up right.

We fell onto the bathroom floor and I quickly opened the toilet lid, hoping she would throw up in there and not on top of me.

The sound of puke came out of her mouth and it was half on the toilet lid, half on my skinnies. I tried to move her body more in front of the toilet seat but she just crushed me onto the floor. Once again the pain passed up and down my back without hesitation.

“Come on in the toilet.” My voice strained as I tried to move her quivering self. Finally her puke was in the toilet and I had my hand holding her hair back. Sighing with relief I heard the door slam from the main room. Harry.

His velvety voice called out for Tanya and myself. The voice shaking a lightly, nervous in case something had happened.

“In here.” I said strongly. As soon as Harry opened the bathroom door Tanya was sick again in the toilet, however she fell backwards on top of me and starting to puke on her back. Both of us knew she could choke from this, our arms brushed as we pulled her back up quickly, her final throw up of alcohol going into the toilet.

I closed my eyes shut as I leaned back against the wall, the sound of someone throwing up made memories flood back to me of the time when I use to force myself to do such a thing. Harry’s voice sounded into the room.

“I’m gonna take her to bed, thank you for helping her Sam.” He didn’t even look in my direction but pulled the helpless girl towards his bedroom.

I got up and looked at my puke stained clothes in the mirror. The same mirror as to which I examined my bruised body for the first time in a long time. Making sure that Harry wasn’t present, I stripped down to my underwear and chucked the clothes into the washing basket.

Grabbing the towel Harry had now placed onto the rack, I wrapped it around my frail body before making my way out into the main room. He was stood placing pillows and blankets upon the sofa.

“You are gonna have to sleep here tonight Sam, I’m sorry. Tanya is in the other room.” I nodded in response and grabbed my beer bottle off of the counter. He looked at me drinking it.

“Why are you drinking?”

“Why not?” Making his way over he took the bottle from my lips gently and placed it down.

“I’d prefer it if I didn’t have another girl passed out in my apartment because that wouldn’t look too good would it?” He smirked at his comment before unbutton his plaid shirt.

“Wait what are you doing?” I moved away quickly and felt my eyes widen as he slid it off, throwing it in my direction. It landed on my head and I heard him laugh at my response of nothingness.

“Your pyjamas for the night me lady.” He said in posh accent.

“I am not wearing your clothes again Harry.”

“That’s what you said last time but I distinctly remember you walking out in the morning in them love.” I made a noise of disgust before moving into the bathroom to change. Before I could get there in time I felt a hand reach up to my shoulder and move my hair away from my neck slowly. I clinged onto the towel tighter as his breath ran down my shoulder. I felt his hair tickle against my cheek as his head leaned upon it, his lips placing light kisses to the delicate skin.

Gasping in response to what he was doing I fell slightly back against his torso. His strong posture holding my nervous body up right. No one had ever kissed me with such passion and care before. I felt strong hands reach around on top of mine which were clinging to the towel tightly. Automatically my hold loosened and the towel fell to the floor, leaving me once again in my underwear.

He was still kissing up and down my shoulder as he pulled his purple flannel shirt around me softly. I slipped my arms into it gently and he started to press kisses to my cheek as his long fingers buttoned it up slightly.

“Harry…” I whispered trying to distract him, his lips went back down my neck again causing me to let out a small noise of pleasure. I started to tremble slightly from the intimate moment we were sharing. His hands entwined with mine and he pulled me to the sofa.

He lay down first, gently pulling me down on top of him. This was the second time this had happened in around a day but I hated to say it felt so nice. I blushed looking up to his big green eyes.

“I care about you Sam. Do you see that now?” He pulled the blankets around us as I rested my head against his chest. His hand slowly trailed up and down my spine. “I won’t let anything happen to you.”

“Thank you” I breathed out cautiously before closing my eyes, trying to stop another load of tears coming out.

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I woke the next morning to a snoring Harry under me. Normally I would have run from this. But I didn’t want to right now. He was warm and beautiful. His mouth was slightly ajar and his fingers twitched now and again through his brown messy hair. If I could wake up every morning to this, I definitely would. I felt his leg brush against mine and his eyelashes flutter as his eyes opened slightly.

“What time is it?” He spoke quietly, his low morning voice made my senses shiver with delight.

“I don’t know, I only just woke up.” I felt his hand run through my hair softly and play with the ends. Twirling it around his long fingers.

“That was the best I have ever slept in a long time.” He looked into my eyes and I could feel my cheeks heating up slightly. A smile played upon his plump soft lips and his dimples became visible. I tapped his nose with my finger and got up off of him. Walking over to the cupboard I pulled down a glass and filled it with water. When I turned around his eyes were upon me.

“What?” I smiled as I took a sip.

“You are acting as if you live here.” He was still smiling, slowly he sat up and went to see if Tanya was okay. I watched him walk slowly into the room. Glancing towards the clock I saw that it was around midday.

Harry returned with a playful smile on his face. “She’s still out.” He announced quietly making his way over to me. His dimples on full show as his tattooed torso came into contact with my barely buttoned up shirt of his.

I looked down from his eyes as his hands fell on my hips and swayed us side to side.

“Stop it.” I whined into his chest. I could tell I was blushing uncontrollably. His fingers once more were playing with the long ends of my hair.

“Stop what? Stop this…?” He moved me onto the counter and kissed up and down my neck slowly, but putting as much pressure as possible into each kiss. My legs wrapped around his waist tightly and I hid myself behind my long hair. He laughed quietly and placed me back down on the floor.

A ringing phone signalled our moment to stop and Harry left me alone to go and answer it. I started looking through his cupboards for food when I hit the jackpot of packets of loads of cereal boxes. Emptying one into a bowl I turned to his fridge to get some milk. Listening to his phone conversation as I did.

“When do we have to be there?” The voice on the other end of the line mumbled something.

“Tonight?! Bit of short notice don’t you think?” I looked up watching Harry run his hands back and forth through his hair as he ran his tongue of his lips softly. He glanced over at me making cereal and smiled to himself.

“Fine we will be there.” And with that he ended the call and chucked his phone onto the sofa.

“Where will you be tonight may I ask?” I smiled up at him as he made his way over to a bar stool.

“Me and the boys have a gig.”

“Where exactly?”

“A music warehouse.” He seemed extremely pleased as he said this.

“A music warehouse?” I questioned back. He ran his soft finger lightly up my exposed wrist before speaking.

“It’s a club where any band can play. A friend of mine wants me to play with my band tonight.”

“Oh I see, well have fun.” I turned to get a spoon and took a load of cereal on board it, placing it into my mouth. I hadn’t realised how hungry I really was until now.

“I want you to come as well…” He said lightly, his fingers back to stroking my wrist. “I want you to be there Sam.”

“Well I guess I have nothing else to do. So it’s a deal. I’ll be there.” Dimples shone once again and I was pulled back into his strong hold. My back against his hard chest.

“Yay.” Was all he said as he wrapped his arms around my waist and swayed us.

The door suddenly opened to reveal a messed up Tanya. Her eyes fell straight upon us tangled in each others hold. Harry’s shirt still around my body and his arms joining it. Her voice spoke up.

“How could you Harry? After everything we’ve been through?” She looked disgusted with my presence.

“Who is that skinny thing you are clinging onto anyway?”

“Sam stopped you from choking to death last night.” I felt his chest rumble behind me as he spoke. “And she is beautiful.” He mumbled into my ear making me blush slightly. I couldn’t help but feel weird about being with Harry like this. It seemed so sudden for us to be all over each other. However I knew soon I would probably put my walls up and run off. I hoped it wouldn’t be too soon though.

“Skank.” She spat in my direction before slamming the door shut.

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Tanya’s POV

That little thing, who does she think she is. Sam or whatever. That’s a guy’s name. Uh. I walked up to Donny’s house and knocked on the door.

Donny’s tall figure opened it and he glared down at me. “What do you want Tanya?” He moaned with displeasure. The muscles in his arms bulging.

“Where is Chris?”

“Over here.” A name called out from inside the house. I stormed passed Donny and saw Chris smoking on an arm chair. A hand of cards being dealt to him by the other guys.

“You didn’t tell me Harry had a girlfriend!”

“Does it matter? All I wanted was for you to go and see what he was up to for the night.”

“I’m his ex of course it matters to me.” I felt Donny’s hands force me to sit down.

“What was he doing anyway?”

“I dunno I ended up passing out.” Donny’s voice sounded.

“For fuck’s sake Tanya. One job. That was it.”

“He’s gonna be there tonight anyway. I called and asked him to perform at the Music warehouse.” Chris said.

Donny laughed and I felt a frown fall onto my face. “What are you gonna do to him?” I asked nervously.

“Nothing nothing…who was the girl he was with that’s made you so mad anyway.” Chris took a long drag before saying this.

“I think her name was Sam or something, short, skinny, blonde hair and sharing clothes with my boyfriend.”

Donny puffed out another cloud of smoke next to me and one word was spoken from his lips.

“Bingo.”

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