Unexpected

Chapter 42

Harry's POV:

I wake up because of the sun which shines through the curtains of our window. Samanthas arms are still wrapped around me and her face is nuzzled into my chest. I smile as I look down at her and softly put her hair back behind her ear. She looks so beautiful even when she's sleeping. When I think about everything that happened the past 8 hours I can't even describe how I feel. I have never felt so shit but happy at the same time. I actually never had the nerve to talk to someone when I was drunk. I couldn't even remember how I came to her room, like did I tell the others where I went or what happened? All I knew was that I wanted to be with her but she wasn't there and I was pissed at her and Niall and drunk alone at the bar. I remember watching Linda dancing and how bad I wanted to fuck her. I shake my head as I think about it now, I'm glad I didn't agree with Linda that night, even though she is good in bed. I strike over Samanthas face again. Nothing can ever compare to what I feel when I'm around her. The way she kisses me, the way she looks at me and the way one touch makes me go crazy, one touch its only one touch but it feels like so much more. It's the way she touches me, she is looking at me in a different way, it's not that normal look girls get when they see me. It's different, better actually.

She suddenly moves and nuzzles her head deeper into my chest as I feel her lips against my naked skin. She is kissing me softly and slowly but really passionate. i wish I could see her eyes when she acts like that, I know she isn't comfortable about things like that yet but she will be and then she'll allow her eyes to mirror her lust even more.

"Good Morning" I chuckled and stroke over her hair.

"Morning" she mumbles back.

"I guess you slept well?" I want to distract her and stop her from turning me on again.

"I slept really good" she smiles and lifts her head up to look into my eyes.

She looks happy, sleepy but happy, her eyes sparkle a little more than usual and her smile is real. She doesn't have that concerned and worried look around her, I just realise how often she wears has that expression and I hope I'm not the reason for it. She wraps the blanket tighter around her and I smile down at her, in a way I love how insecure she is about herself but I also want her to know that she has nothing to hide, she is absolutely amazing.

She moves her legs over my body, so that each leg is on one side of my body and cuddles closer to me. I'm surprised by her actions and I'm surprised that she presses her half baked body against me. I wish I could read her mind right now.

"You look happy" I tell her and her cheeks blush she immediately nuzzles her head into my chest.

I chuckle at her actions as I wrap my arms around her and pull her as close as possible. She doesn't react all I feel is her warm breath against my naked torso. I move my hands under the blanked and touch her naked body, she tenses a little but her breathing is steady so I continue to move my hands down her body. I stop at her bum and softly stroke over her panties, her body shakes and I stop. Softly squeezing her bum with my hands, before I move her further up my body. She sighs as I wrap my arms around her waist and puts her head on my shoulder.

"Do you want to go on a date today...like a serious one...like" I stop, I suddenly get really insecure, what if she says no "you don't have to if you don't.."

"I'd love to Harry" she cuts me off and locks her eyes with mine and I hug her tighter.

We don't speak for a moment as she suddenly starts to giggle.

"Are you seriously nervous?" She chuckles and pokes my nose with her finger "Harry Styles nervous?" she mocks me and I turn my face away from her, not answering.
"You are nervous, right?" she tries to hold her giggles back and I have to admit she looks adorable while doing that.

I lift my hips up and he screams surprised.

"No I'm not" I answer casually and she throws her head back and laughs.

Her hands over her breasts so that I cant look at them, she laughs so carefree and happy that i have to laugh too.

"You're so weird" I pull her back down and she continues to laugh into my chest.

Her whole body is shaking and I just hold her and listen to her beautiful laugh. I could listen to that sound forever, it makes my heart beat faster and my body feels free whenever I see her like that.

After a few moments she stops laughing and her breathing is back to normal as she slips down from me and lays beside me. Her head is on my shoulder as she lifts her hand and starts to trace after the black inked symbols on my body. My stomach tenses as she traces after the butterfly on my stomach. She is barely touching me but it feels like I'm burning under her touches. She moves on to the swallows on my chest, touching every little line of my tattoos. Her fingernails make me feel like I'm on fire and her fingertips feel like the softest thing I've ever felt. She lifts her head and looks down on my shoulder starting to trace the black heart on there.

"Does every tattoo have a meaning?" she asks me with her soft voice.

"Not all of the but most of them have a meaning, yes!" I smile at her and she nods as she continues with the ship on my shoulder.

"What does the G and A stand for?" she asks after a while.

"They don't have a meaning" I lie.

She nods and moves down on the inside of my hand.

'"Things I can't" she mumbles to herself and I wonder what she thinks about that tattoo.

I wonder if she likes tattoos and if she would like me better without them. I actually got so many tattoos whenever I felt pissed about something, or couldn't tell someone about my problems. It's like a therapy for me, tattoos leave a story on my skin. I have them with me every day and they help me go through hard times, remind me of happy days and show me that I made it through the hard and rough days. I often read about people not liking my tattoos but they actually don't know what they mean to me and they don't know how much a single tattoo can help you...

"Do yo really think you can't change?" she asks me after a while and I hold my breath, I somehow knew that this tattoo would upset her.

Her eyes meet mine and she looks concerned as I wrap my arm around her and press her against my side. She grabs my hand and plays with my finger, slowly stroking over the words over and over again. I know she is waiting for my answer but I don't know how to answer her question.

"I...I don't know" I stutter.

"When did you get that tattoo?" Her voice is still soft but I know that deep inside she thinks about something really different.

"A long time ago, it was one of my first"

"Oh" she nods "do you regret any tattoos?"

"No I don't" I answer honestly even though I know she wants to hear a different answer.

"The cross and the swallows are my favorite" she whispers into my ear as she crawls closer to my face "but I like the butterfly and the handshake tattoo too" she continues and places a kiss onto the heart tattoo.

I smile at her, I don't know what to say. Those tattoos are so important to me, no one really knows the meanings and I don't know if I'm ready to tell her about them.

'"And the rose is quite hot" her hot breath brushes against my ear and I chuckle quietly.

"I'm glad you like them...I always thought..." I stop myself before I can say the words and she lifts her head to look at me.

"You thought what?"

"I thought that you didn't like them and yeah I don't know.." I mumble and she shakes her head.

"No I really like them..!" she assures me and I sigh relieved "but I'd wish I would know those meanings" she traces after the butterfly on my stomach again and I close my eyes to enjoy her touch.


Samantha's POV:

As we finally crawl out of bed its about 2pm and I'm nearly starving. Harry is already showering as I walk into the kitchen to grab me some food. I sigh relieved as I make myself a sandwich and eat in as fast as I can. I drink a glass of water and think about yesterday or today. What a crazy night. I actually can't believe that Harry told me he loves me, electric shakes go through my body whenever I think about it. I'm glad he told me before I did and that he remembers some of his actions from last night even though he was so drunk. I'm actually worried about how it's going to be on shows from now on and if he will change. I hole he changes because otherwise I don't think I can do this. "I can do this" that sounds as if we were actually together...we aren't together right? I'm confused but a little excited about our 'date' today. I wonder what he'll decide to do tonight. I smile to myself as the kitchen door opens and Harry stands in the door frame.

"The Shower is ready for you now" he smirks and I nod.

"I'll be right back" I mumble and walk towards the door.

"I think you forgot something" Harry chuckles and reaches for my hands.

He grabs them and turns me around,, his still a little wet hair moves with his actions and I stare right into his eyes. I know I look confused and that's why Harry bursts out into a loud laugh.
He pulls me closer and puts his arms around my waist as he leans in and his lips softly touch mine. He kisses me gently as if I were glass. His lips only brushing over mine as he closes them over my mouth and opens them as few seconds later again only to place a few soft pecks on my lips.

"Have fun in the shower" he winks as he lets me go and I poke my tongue out at him.

"Don't poke the tongue or I'll..." he starts but I run away and lock the door from the shower.
I hear him pounding on the door but I ignore it.

"You'll regret this B A B Y" he speaks the baby extra slowly only to tease me and my body temperature raises as I hear him saying it.

Those words just sound so perfect coming from his lips. They make me blush, feel happy, feel loved and completely crazy at the same time.
My heart is still beating like crazy as I turn on the water and step into the shower.

A/N:
Short chapter, I wrote this on my phone cause I'm home for the weekend and I left my laptop at my flat. Hope you enjoy the story, if you do please vote like crazy, comment and show your support so I know it is worth to continue.

And some people say it is like After because Harry doesn't like Sam to say 'ily too' well I copied my boyfriend cause he used to say that to me.