The Ending.

{Warning lil smut smut}

I didn’t know what to wear. Or how I should dress up for a small concert. I knew my leather jacket would definitely be on the list but what else? Having no other option I called into the main room for Harry’s help. I had always been borrowing his clothes, even though they were always too big and baggy on my small frame I still loved how they felt.

“Harry?” I called out. All I heard was a small yes of acknowledgement. Making my way out of the bedroom I saw him lying on the sofa reading the book we had picked up the other day at the library.

We had spent the day watching movies and having him teach my how to play a few chords on his guitar. It was safe to say, I will never be able to play one.

“What’s up?” His green eyes looked up into mine and I smiled at the book in his hands.

“I didn’t know you read.” He laughed at my comment which he had previously said to me the other day.

“I don’t read actually. I find it boring. Rather watch a movie any time.” Sitting down next to him I pushed his legs away to clear a space and took the book from his hands.

“How can you say that?” I replied to his smirk, with a smile of my own. He sat up a little and took the ends of my hair between his fingers again.

“With ease bottle girl.” This came out as a whisper, I hadn’t noticed how close we were on the sofa. But I didn’t mind it one bit. Interrupting the intimacy between us I spoke up.

“What should I wear tonight?” His eyes looked into mine and he tucked a strand of hair behind my ear once again.

“Whatever you want love.” Smiling he placed a small kiss to my cheek bone. Trying to distract myself from kissing him as hard as possible I carried on talking as if nothing was happening.

“Well it’s just, I always wear your clothes and I need some more really.”

“I’ll take you out shopping tomorrow if you want.” His velvet voice hushed into my ear before his lips caressed against my neck again.

“Harry I don’t want to keep spending all your money.” I felt his teeth graze my neck slightly before he spoke.

“How about I take you out shopping tomorrow, and then we go job hunting?” I saw his dimples rise into his cheeks.

“It’s a deal green eyes.” Nothing was spoken for a few minutes after this for we sat still in each other’s embrace, Harry kissing up and down from my ear, to my shoulder and then along my collar bone. Leaving me slightly breathless and calm.

“Come on I need to get ready.” And with that I jumped up and walked to his bedroom. Looking back a saw a golden boy who’s emotions read dismay and playfulness. He quickly got up and before I knew it his arms were around my waist and he was lifting me onto his shoulder. A small giggle escaped my lips and I wiggled my legs in the air.

“Oh I will help you get ready alright.”

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It was finally time for me and Harry to go to the music warehouse. After Harry finding out I was extremely ticklish we had gotten dressed. Harry had barely changed from his grey skinnies and loose white shirt, he had decided just to add a blue flannel shirt over the top.

I had a black t shirt on, which due to its size was tucked slightly into my black ripped skinnies. The usual Samantha look. Finally they were Tanya sick free, after my constant moaning to Harry, forcing him to wash them. I knew he just wanted me to spend the rest of my life in my underwear with his shirt barely done up over the exposed areas.

Lacing up my boots, I slid my leather jacket on and was ready to leave. I had quickly coating my lashes with mascara and messily placed my hair in a bun. Stray pieces were continuing to fall out due to its length but I wasn’t that bothered by it.

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We were waiting outside the apartment building for Harry’s band members to come and pick us up. He was focused upon me the whole time. I was getting rather bored waiting so I had started to pick up random objects and throw them across the road. I found myself picking up an empty beer bottle, but Harry’s hands were already pulling the object from my reach.

“Stop throwing things.” He said sternly, placing the bottle in the back where I had picked it up from.

“Why not?” I looked at him confused. He didn’t seem like the type of person to stop someone throwing things, more likely the person who would join in.

“You seem to have a problem with throwing glass bottles. And most of the time they hit someone.” He smiled down at my small height.

“It was one time!” I said to him, we were both trying to hold back laughter when a black van swerved to the side of the pavement. Harry’s arm quickly moving me away from the careless driving.

“God guys don’t try to kill her again.” The door was opened to reveal who I believed was to be Louis at the steering wheel. He smiled when he saw me behind Harry’s arm. “I swear you didn’t actually pass your driver’s test. How many cars have you broken I the past?”

“Car girl!” Louis shouted to the back of the van.

Liam’s head peered around the front seat and he also smiled when he saw me.

“Car girl is back! And Louis almost killed her again.” Harry laughed with his friends and took my hand, pulling me into the back of the van. He slid the big door shut and I sat along the side, facing who I knew was Liam but two other guys were there too.

Harry’s voice sounded next to me. His hand was no longer with mine. I felt lost without his touch. I knew we still hadn’t shown our affection for each other in public but I didn’t know if we were ready for that anyway.

“Guys this is Sam-“

“Samantha.” I cut him off for another time. He knew I didn’t like being called Sam. He chuckled at my comment and carried on talking.

“Sam this is Zayn and Niall.” I smiled towards them and before I knew it we were having a whole conversation about Harry’s most embarrassing moments, causing me to crack up most of the way there.

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When the van came to a stop, they slid the door open and made their way around the back of the building. I felt Harry’s hand clasp mine as he pulled me towards the back alley way.

“How come we are going in this way?” I said confused. Realising as soon as they weren’t with us he touched me. I couldn’t help but feel sad about this, was Harry embarrassed by me? I let go of his hand gently and followed the guys into the building.

Harry stayed close behind me, his hands touching my hips now and again lightly, as though he didn’t want me to realise what he was doing. We came into a large room, with lots of speakers and various instruments. There were loads of chairs everywhere and the guys sat down and started to practice.

“Is this some sort of backstage room? Should I be here?” I stated towards Harry whilst he was getting his guitar out and handing it to Niall.

“Of course you should be.” He ran his tongue over his soft lips and looked in my direction. I quickly looked away and sat on one of the chairs in the corner of the room away from the rest of the guys. I don’t know why I suddenly felt so down. I should be enjoying myself, I was out for once and wasn’t being forced to do things.

After a while my eye lids had started to feel heavy and I could sense there wasn’t hope of me having a late night again. Their voices soothed my tightened nerves as they sang a calm gentle song together. Suddenly I was jolted awake by a voice in the door way.

“Guys you are on now.” They all got up and made their way out of the room. Harry fell behind and knelt in front of me in the chair. He ran his hand down my thigh slowly as he looked into my eyes.

“I want you to come out with us Sam.”

“No no Harry I’m feeling really tired, I think I should just stay here and sleep a little.”

“We are only playing a few songs, you will be at the side of the stage out of the crowd. You will be alright.” I grunted in protest, as I felt myself be hauled up into him.

We walked down the corridor until we were behind the small stage. I looked out through a small gap and could see around a hundred people crammed into one small venue. A bar was in the corner and people were downing as many drinks as they could. The room was slightly smoky and dark. It was hard to see anything at all really.

Harry turned around to me and placed a light kiss on the top of my head before pulling me into a warm hug. “I will be back okay, just stay here and watch Sam.” His hand was run through my hair again, twirling the ends before the announcer called them on to the stage. I jumped at his voice and I felt Harry’s arm secure around me again. Harry left to go on stage with the guys and loads of voices were cheering as they went on. I smiled to myself and saw Harry wink at me before turning to face the crowd.

“This is our song called Rock Me.” And with that they started to play. I watched them go crazy on stage, they were really getting into it, the crowd screaming and dancing as they sang. That’s when it hit me. The announcer’s voice. I knew I recognised it.

Chris.

I felt my hands begin to tremble as I ran my fingers through my hair, trying to calm myself down. I needed Harry. I need him to calm me down. No. I am strong. I will put my walls back up and I will be feared. Turning away from the stage I made my way down to the corridor. I saw the room which I had previously been in with the guys and shut the door behind me. My breathing was slightly off as I leant my head against it. If Chris was here. Donny would be too.

“No no Samantha Donny isn’t here stop scaring yourself.” I mumbled under my breath.

“Oh but I am.” My body jumped around and saw the strong frame that towered over mine, sat in a chair in the centre of the room. His eyes so dark they practically cut me right then and there. I moved my hand up to the door handle and shook it violently. Using all my strength to pry it back open. But it was locked.

“I made sure Chris could lock it behind you.” His disgusting voice reminded me of all the times I had been bruised because of him.

“Don’t touch me.” I spat towards him, trying to prove I wasn’t still weak around him.

“Oh but we are gonna have some fun tonight baby.”

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Harry’s POV

“Thanks guys for listening.” Liam said to the crowd who were not fully drunk enough so they could respond with a moaned yeah. We made our way off the stage the other way from where we had walked on. I guess I would probably meet Sam in the middle.

I saw Chris in the corridor and he made his way towards us. “Guys that was great, even though the crowd were pretty out of it they still loved it.” I grinned nervously towards him. Still not seeing Sam anywhere behind the stage. “Why don’t you guys stay and have a drink for a bit? It’s on me.” My tall fame over powered his small height and I looked into him trying to search for what he was hiding. The other guys didn’t seem to notice it but ran off cheering towards the bar.

He started to walk away but I grabbed his arm harshly and pulled him back.

“Where is Sam?” I said trying not to sound too angry.

“Sam?” He said absentmindedly.

“You know who she is. Where is she?” I felt my head start to pound with hatred.

“Harry the last time I saw her she was by the bar with Tanya. Calm down.” Tanya? Sam thought Tanya hated her, why would she be with her. And I specifically told her not to move.

I made my way passed Chris, pushing him as I went in the direction of the bar.

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Samanthas POV

“Don’t you like that baby?” A sob escaped my lips as I felt Donny’s fingers digging into my hip. His other hand was pulling at my hair in its bun.

“Stop-p it’s hurti-“ I felt him throw me onto the floor. My head screaming out from the pain. I knew I had just gained myself another bruise.

“Hurting?! Hurting?! How do you think I felt when my girlfriend ran off with a some other guy after 4 years of us being together?!” Pushing myself up I ran to the door and started kicking it as hard as I could.

“Someone please! Harry! Har-“ Once again I was cut off buy his low voice.

“Oh no you don’t baby.” His strong arms wrapped around my waist before I felt my head hit the floor another time. I wasn’t going to give up. He didn’t own me.

“Leave me alone. Don’t you get it Donny you are a sick, disgusting human being. In fact you aren’t even human!” His hands grabbed my shaking body and turned me so I was lying on my back facing up at him. I felt his knees placed either side of my hips as he started to grind against me. His hands were pinning my arms down.

Every muscle in my body was attempting to push him away but he was too strong for me.

“Harry!” I screamed one more time, before his hand was clamping my mouth shut. I kicked my legs as much as I could trying to get him to move somehow or even hurt him slightly.

“Stop fucking moving you little bitch.” I felt a strong hand make contact with the side of my face, making my cry out from the aching pain. My cheek was already swelling due to its recent impact. His hand slapped me hard one more time before ripping my top off of my body.

“No- no-no” I said between sobs crying out as he pushed his crotch up against my trembling self.

“I’ve wanted to have sex with you for so long Sammi. I don’t care if you are a virgin anymore. I’m going to make you scream.” I felt him push harder into me causing me to squeeze my eyes and create a whimper from my lips. “That’s it baby cry out for me.” He pushed down even harder onto my weak body before one of his hands started undoing my jeans. I bit on his hand as hard as I could which had been covering my mouth and it caused him to pull it away.

“You little bit-“ Voices. Voices were flooding through the corridor outside. That’s when I heard him. The velvet. The pure beauty in his low voice. Harry.

Donny must have realised it too because I was being painfully dragged by my hair to the window. A window which revealed the darkened alley way outside.

“Harry!” I screamed once more before another punch came into contact with my stomach. Causing my breathing to break off. As I gasped for air I heard the door burst open and felt my body being dropped onto the floor outside.

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