Unexpected

Chapter 57

Samantha's POV:

As I finish packing everything I close my suitcase and walk into the bedroom. Harry sits on the bed and as I enter the room he doesn't look up. Part of me wants to look into his beautiful green eyes and I feel a little pain in my chest. I walk past him, he is still not moving and I stop for a second before I turn towards the door and slowly push the doorknob down. I want to open the door and leave him, it will make it easier if I don't say too much. I don't want to cry again and I don't want him to make me stay. I push the doorknob a bit harder but the door still doesn't open. It's locked, he locked the door. I slowly turn around, the suitcase falls on his back as I look at Harry. Anger appears in me, Anger but at the same time there is this small part of me which is glad, because it shows Harry really cares.

“Can you unlock the door?” I press out between my closed teeth.

Harry slowly looks up at me, his eyes look tired and his hair looks like he constantly ruffled his hands through it.

“No,” he answers simply and my hands form fists.

I look at him surprised at his answer and try to look for any sign that shows me he is joking. I can't find one.

“Harry, please,” I almost beg him.

“No, Sam,” he raises his voice before he stands up and walks extremely close to me.

He looks me straight in the eyes before he takes a deep breath and starts to talk.

“I wont let you walk away like a fucking scared baby okay? You PROMISED me to come with me to London, I made dinner reservations for tonight, I planned all of this. And this,” he gestures with his hands between us “all of this should be over because of some fucking ridiculous magazines my housekeeper bought?” he stops for a minute and I gulp.

I haven't heard him talking like this before, he seems so certain about what he is saying and he really wants to convince me.

“I won't let you walk away, I won't let you do that. And you want to know why?” he pauses again and I manage myself to nod slightly.

“Because I fucking changed so much for you Samantha, I changed so much and I know you don't notice that I know it's hard for you to notice that but ask the boys ask the team ask them..I bet they'll all be very surprised that I'm standing here, begging a girl to stay with me, begging the girl to stop trying to find every negative thing I did in my past and begging the girl I love with all my heart to bring that suitcase back into cupboard and stay with me. Sam I love you, I really love you, but you have to stop, you fucking have to stop overreacting over every single thing I did. I can't erase my past and I know I did things which aren't.. well aren't that nice, but I'm trying to change okay? I'm fucking trying to chance and you want to know why I'm doing this?” he takes a deep breath but I can't move, I keep staring at him, at his lips taken away by the way he speaks.

“Well I do this because I want to be fucking enough for you, I want to be the one who deserves to be with you, but you have to be a little more understanding and I didn't lie on purpose it's just..I didn't give a fuck about those girls before and I don't give a fuck about magazines either. All I care about is you, I want you to trust me and believe me that I'm trying.”

He stops, bringing both of his hands up to his head and runs them through his hair, before he takes another step towards me and cups my cheeks with his warm hands. A comfortable shiver runs through my body as I lock my eyes with his.

“I'm sorry for the way I went off at you before, I just I can't erase my past and it hurts me that it seems like I'm never enough,” he looks down at the ground and my heart breaks as I realise how much I actually hurt him.