Unexpected

Chapter 59

Samantha's POV:

I watch Harry as he talks on the phone, he turned around so I only see his back. But his gestures seem angry and he walked back into his cupboard and talks really quiet. His words sound like he presses them out between his teeth and I know he tries to control his temper but I can also see that he wont be that controlled for much longer.

“I do NOT agree with that,” he says really loud and I jump slightly.

There I said it he is loosing his temper and it makes me kinda worried. I slowly get up from the bed and search for my shirt, I pull it over my head and walk closer to Harry. All the feelings from before are almost gone, this phone call just ruined everything. I stop a few feet away from Harry and listen to his words.

“I told you that I want a quite week at home, not some fucking shit week where I have to present myself in front of the whole world,” he is trying really hard to keep his voice down.

“No I don't agree, this is my time off, nobody saw us. No Paparazzi were here no one.” his voice almost sounds like a growl.

I slowly step beside him and he looks down at me for a short moment. He looks so angry, his lips are pressed together in one line, his hand is pulled to a fist and his eyes are blinking more than normal.

“No, this is my last word, no,” he starts to raise his voice again. “Let me talk to Paul,or one of the boys, now!” he orders and if I didn't know it was Harry talking I would probably be scared, his voice sounds really dangerous.

I slowly grab his free hand and wrap my arms around his arm. I pull him closer to me trying to calm him down, he ignores me but I start to stroke his still naked skin and I can feel him slowly relaxing.

“Paul, why would you agree to this shit, I told you I want some privacy,” he barks into the phone and again I jump slightly at his loud voice.

He doesn't notice my slight jump and his complete body tenses again.

“No, I don't want to, Paul please,” his voice is getting softer.

I don't know what he's talking about but I think it is something, that really bothers him and he really doesn't want to do what they tell him. I slowly squeeze his arm with my small hands, laying my head on his arm, placing a soft kiss on his skin, I know it calms him down and right now I just want him to calm down.

“Paul, please I just want to spend those last three days with her and without the media, please,” his harsh voice changes to a begging voice and I slowly look up at him.

Again he fights with management and Paul because of me, I feel sorry for him, I don't want him to go through that only because of me. Again I squeeze his arm and this time he turns his face towards me, he smiles slightly down at me and I smile back. Placing another kiss on his arm, I feel his head on mine and soon his lips press a soft kiss on my forehead.

“Hmm,” he mumbles into the telephone and I notice how much softer his voice becomes from second to second.

“Paul, I won't do it, okay I told you I want to go home for privacy not for some stupid fucked up media shit,” he raises his voice slightly but I squeeze his arm and he calms down in the middle of the sentence.

“Yeah I know,” he sighs and I look up at him.

Is he really giving in and actually listening to what Paul says. He nods a few times and I looks slightly surprised up to him as he suddenly wraps his arm around my shoulder and pulls me as close as possible. I nuzzle my face into his chest and he kisses my hair before he talks to Paul again.