Unexpected

Chapter 47

Samantha's POV:

I watch Harry getting up from the bed, his face looks worried as he leaves the bedroom and walks into the bathroom. He closes the door after he turns around one more time. His face is pale and I'm actually worried about him. I try not to listen to his dim voice behind the closed door. I wonder who calls him so late and I wonder if he'll tell me about it later.

My thoughts travel back to his past and the way he told me about this girl. I feel so sorry that he had to go through that and I understand why he likes to use girls but I still don't like it that he changed into someone who seemed heartless. I know that I don't know everything about him but I feel like I know him a bit more and it makes it easier to understand him. Actually I loved his reaction when I told him about Linda. I wonder what she'll say when I tell her he never felt something for her. I wonder what her face will look like if she finds out about Harry and me. Actually I hope Harry doesn't stop again to be with me when the others are around. I want him to stick with me even if the boys make fun out of him for actually showing some heart. I know at least Louis will mock him but the two get along so well, I hope Harry will just laugh about it and take it as a joke. I feel like I want to call Bailey and tell her what happened but then at the same time she never called me back right? I don't know what Management told them, but I know that she slowly fades away from me and I feel like I only have Harry right now.

“Fuck no,” I hear Harry scream and I slightly jump and sit up in the bed.

Should I go inside and look after him? I'm scared he will be angry with me and I'm scared he'll tell me to get the hell out and leave him alone. My heart beats faster as his voice finally calms down again, I'm nervous about his reaction and I don't know how I should act.

He seemed so relaxed and happy a few minutes ago and something seems to really upset him right now. I feel bad for him, his life seems so controlled and he can't really act like he wants to. I think about the paparazzi today, I've never been through something like this and I was actually really scared. But as soon as Harry was around me I felt safe and I wonder who he had all this time, he had nobody who encouraged him through this. Maybe the boys but what if they weren't there when he got mobbed. He has only his security and I know he doesn't like them because they're always around and annoy him. I wonder what's the big deal about his family and why he never speaks about them. I know nothing about his past, well besides the fact he got heartbroken at a young age and since then he was or maybe is a different person. The thought that he maybe only plays with me slightly leaves my head, its still there in the back of my mind but I actually start to think he loves me. I never saw him looking at me the way he looked today when he told me he loves me and I should stop worrying about Linda because he only wants me. It felt great hearing that and I believed him every single word, which isn't normal for me. Butterflies appear in my stomach as I think about how I sat on him and I enjoyed him talking to me with his dirty words. I would never tell anyone how much I like it but his eyes are the reason I never want him to stop talking like that. His pupils seriously change the size after every word and his green and beautiful eyes seems to sparkle whenever he grins after his finished dirty sentence. His dimples show more than usual and his touch makes me nearly explode. I feel the heat in my stomach rising again as I think about his hand between my tights and I start to worry about myself, what is wrong with me I'm alone in the bed while Harry is fighting with someone on the phone and I get turned on. I shake my whole body as suddenly the door opens and Harry appears.

His face is red and he changed. He now only wears his boxers and a black shirt. He seems out of breath and is really concentrated to control his breathing. The phone is still in his hand as he walks around the bed and sits down. His back is turned towards me as he types something on his phone. He sighs a few times before he puts his phone on the bedside table and turns the big light off again.