The Ending.

“I never really had the best childhood.” I sighed and felt his fingertips brush up and down my arm slowly. “We lived in a really small house. I was an only child until I was around 13 years old. My mum had a little girl. Her name was Bella. My dad use to call us ‘Sam and Bell’”

“Is that why you don’t like it when I call you Sam?” His eyes locked onto mine and I saw a look of guilt in his eyes.

“No, Donny always said that I should be Sammi or Samantha. Sam was a boys name.” I felt his fingers entwine with mine and he encouraged me to carry on.

“But anyway a few months later my Dad got Cancer. He ended up dying a year after Bella was born. I guess I took it the hardest, me and my dad had always been like that you know. I started to stop eating, skip school and I use to get dragged out to parties by people older than me. That’s how Donny found me.” I cringed at the words and had to squeeze my eyes shut to stop the tears.

His arms wrapped around me tightly as he stroked my hair softly. “Shhh Sam it’s okay he’s gone. The police took him.”

“Harry he sexually abused me. I was only fourteen.” My voice trembled out quietly.

“Have you and Donny had sex a lot then?” His eyes met mine and I quickly looked away. How was I supposed to tell him a guy that sexually abused me never had sex with me. Because he didn’t want to do it to a virgin?

“Yes.” I said without realising what I had spoken. Quickly I carried on speaking. “But when I got home, my mum and Bella were gone. It was then announced to me that my mum had committed suicide and my sister was nowhere to be seen. Harry I should have there for them. I let them down. It’s all my fault.” Tears brimmed my eyes and leaked down my cheeks.

“No no no it’s not your fault Sam. Nothings your fault, I’m going to help you get back to how you were. I promise. Starting with a job. Oh and some more clothes. Cause you know I want to be able to wear my shirts again.” He winked at me and I smiled at his beautiful features.

“Can we sleep?” I said softly in his direction.

“Of course we can beautiful.” Before I knew it I had fallen asleep naked with someone I had only met a few days ago. It felt like much more than that.

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Harry’s POV

The sun was streaming onto the bed. Her legs shifted slightly from the warm touch. The covers were barely over her naked body, most of her exposed to the sunlight. My eyes drifted over her angel like features. Her eyelids gently closed and quivering now and again from her dreams. She moved her head slightly and moved onto her back. That’s when I saw it.

New purple ornaments were dotted around her hips. A huge bruise planted in the middle just below her belly button, from when I had seen the air taken from her lungs by a swift punch. My finger trailed over them slowly. Her body stirring slightly under my touch.

I was going to look after her from now on. Never ever would I let her be hurt again.

Running my finger up her body I little moved it across the peak of her nipple. Her long dark eyelashes fluttering from my touch. She still wasn’t awakening from her sleep. Creating an even more goddess look to her body.

Her long hair was fanned out around her small face, still one strand hovered over her left cheek. The same one which my hands usually strain to tuck behind her ear. When my gaze averted to her ear, I noticed small black holes dotted around the outside.

The punk Samantha sounded quite hot in my eyes, but I knew she had changed from her teen ways. Although it still seemed like she would be able to put a lot of earrings in her ear at once. Maybe around 5. A small curve was placed under her ear. Birthmark. It was slightly brown against her pale skin but was still extremely small. How my eyes had managed to notice it I don’t know.

Glancing over to my alarm clock I saw that it was around eight in the morning. She would still be sleeping for a couple more hours I believed. So I gently got up and decided to take a quick shower. Hoping she wouldn’t wake up alone.

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Samanthas POV

“Good morning beautiful.” Suddenly I sat upright. I was in Harry’s bed. Completely naked.

“Get out! Get out! I’m naked!” I grabbed the covers and quickly hid my exposed body in front of him. The feeling of blush spreading onto my cheeks.

“You didn’t feel that way yesterday Sam.” He winked at me and placed a light kiss to my cheek. “Come on I’m making my amazing pancakes again.” Smiling adorably he walked out the room to kitchen.

Sighing I got up and grabbed some underwear as well as Harry’s plaid shirt I had grown attached to and made my way out into the main room. I jumped down onto the sofa and felt a pain attack my nerves in my stomach. My eyes squeezed shut and I moved the shirt out of the way.

A big black looking bruise was placed below my belly button. Being an idiot like normal I decided to poke it. But this only made me clench my teeth from the hurt. I looked over to see Harry’s eyes watching me.

He looked back down at the oven and kept making more pancakes.

“What?” I said to him a smile playing on my lips.

“I’m still pissed off that I didn’t stop it from happening.” A loud bang sounded when I realised Harry’s fist had made contact with the wall.

I made my way over quickly and took his face in my hands.

“Harry look at me.” His green eyes fell upon mine and his jaw tightened slightly. “I’m here. You are here. Everything’s okay. The bruises will go eventually.” Slowly his breathing calmed and he pulled me into a hug. His hands ran up and down my small back lightly.

“I want to take you out to find a job for you Sam.”

Smiling I nodded at his words and pushed him into the direction of the bar stools.

“Now watch my amazing pancake skills baby.” I winked at him and threw the spatula in the air failing to catch it when it fell back down. Harry’s velvet laugh sounded again and I couldn’t help but blush at my stupid actions.

“You are the cutest thing. I’m glad I’m getting to see the real you…But I think you should let me stick to the cooking.” I felt his arms wrap around my waist and I leaned back against him. His strong hands guided mine in the art of pancake making.

“Question.” I pronounced proudly.

“Shoot.” I felt his lips kiss my cheek and I carried on speaking as I blushed.

“Can you cook anything else?” He laughed lightly and I felt it through his body.

“I use to work in a bakery you know.”

“Doesn’t mean you have to be able to cook though does it?” I turned around and raised an eyebrow.

“Focus on your cooking woman.” His chuckle sent vibrations through me. Turning back around I carried on swirling the pancake mixture around the pan.

“Hey I am learning.”

“Learn from the best don’t you.” His hand caressed my bum and I jumped, before moving his hand away quickly. I felt him laugh again at my actions before he guided my hands to flip the pancake.

“Wait no I can’t flip it Harry. You are setting this pancake up for failure.”

“Just flip it Sam.” His fingers wrapped around my hold on the pan and I jolted it upwards. The pancake fell away from the pan and I tried to reach out and get it. However we both laughed when the pancake landed on Jimmy who had suddenly jumped up onto the counter. But he liked it, so maybe I was quite good at cooking after all.

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I was fully dressed in the usual Samantha attire however my leather jacket was still at the music warehouse from when Donny had thrown it off. I applied mascara to my lashes as well. Hoping to make myself look half decent. My bruises and cuts on my face had only healed slightly, but they definitely were better than yesterday. My hair was still damp from the shower so I decided just to let it air dry.

Making my way out of the bathroom I saw Harry waiting by the apartment door. His keys dangling in his hand.

“Come on let’s get you a job.”

“At a bakery!” I said excited. Proud of my new pancake flipping talents. If customers were cats I definitely would be good for that job.

“I think we should stay away from food related places for the moment Sam.”

“You just can’t admit I’m better than you.” I winked at him before exiting the apartment. He locked it behind us and we made our way towards the stairs.

“You are definitely better at being worse.” He smiled cheekily and I playfully elbowed his stomach. I liked us being like this. Finally I wasn’t scared of having to see Donny in public. I could tell everything was slowly getting better. And I was so thankful that Harry had walked into that Newsagents when he did.

We had made our way out onto the street and were walking towards the town. It had been around ten minutes since we had started our trip and I saw the huge supermarket across the road, next to the park. My eyes closed in on the tree me and Harry had shared our donut under and I smiled to myself.

“Do you wanna get some clothes first or do you wanna find a job?” His velvet voice interrupted my thoughts. I suddenly felt his warm big hand entwine with my small one and I felt my heart skip a beat. Squeezing his hand lightly I looked up at him.

His hair was pushed off his forehead, the brown curls still looking perfect even when they were messy. He was wearing a pair or ray bans, which stopped me from seeing his beautiful green eyes. My hands reached up and took them off him, and put them over my eyes instead.

“And why do you think you can do that?”

“So I can see your green eyes. Green eyes.” I smiled up at him evilly.

“Yeah and then I get blinded by the sun?”

“Yes but your eyes look good whilst it happens.” I spoke proudly before I felt him picking me up over his shoulder. “Harry!” I shrieked, wiggling my legs in the air.

“Give my glasses back.”

“Neverrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.”

“Now.”

“Or what?” I felt my body being held tighter as Harry started spinning me and running as fast as he could. Making my head slowly becoming more and more dizzy.

“Harry stop!” I laughed and closed my eyes tightly. My body was placed back down on the floor and Harry held his hand out for me to catch before I fell. I was pulled into his body one more time and his long fingers slipped his glasses off of my face and back onto his.

“There we go.” He smirked and winked into my boring eyes. I felt myself start to blush and wrapped my arms around his neck as he picked up my small height and placed a warm kiss onto my lips. I desperately wanted more but I was placed back down and his hand entwined with mine one more time.

We looked like a couple from a movie. Harry teasing me now and again, and small kisses being nuzzled into my neck causing me to giggle. I couldn’t remember the last time I had felt this happy before. It was so fresh and new, finally something good was happening to me.

When we arrived into town it was packed full of people, buses going in and out and shops stacked at the sides. As well as the road leading up to a big shopping centre. However the road seemed to be used as a pathway.

Harry’s arm was slung over my shoulder and I was leaning against him as we walked, looking at shops which I might want to try and get a job in.

“Oooh how about that one?” I pointed over to a tattoo shop.

“How about no way.” Harry smiled down at me and I took his glasses from him again.

“Fine but I get your glasses.” Sticking my tongue out I leant up and kissed his cheek softly as he groaned from my second kidnap of his sunnies.

“Let’s go in there.” Harry pulled me into the direction of a restaurant.

“You said nothing related with food.”

“Well you aren’t going to be making it.” He smirked and I playfully hit his arm. “Anyway they want another waitress. And last time I checked you are a girl who can carry things.”

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Chris POV

I unlocked my door and made my way back into the lounge.

“Chris! Chris!” Her sweet angelic voice spoke as she ran towards me. Her small delicate arms attempting wrap around higher than my legs. “Look what I made!” She held up a piece of paper which was covered in painted finger prints. I looked towards her wide green eyes and her slightly wavy blonde hair.

“Wow Bella that looks beautiful.”

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