Chapter 66

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Harry's POV:

The moment I want to open the door I hear the sound of the door upstairs, I immediately stop and look towards the stairs. Is it Samantha? Is she coming with me?

Silence fills the house and I wait a few seconds, my heart in beating so fast, I really want her to come down those stairs. I need her to, I hate being alone on those premiers when all they do is push me from one camera to the next, asking me stupid questions and making me feel uncomfortable. I deep in thoughts as I suddenly hear the sound of heels on the floor.

My heart stops as I see Samantha slowly walking down the stairs. Everything seems to be in slow motion as I let my eyes rank over her body, she looks stunning. I can't believe my eyes. The white dress fits her perfectly, her cleavage is slightly visible but in a classy way, the short dress shows her perfectly tanned legs. She wears her hair down and slightly curly, her make up is light but marks her big eyes and makes her looks so beautiful. I can't believe it as she walks down the stairs with her silver high heels, her hand is wrapped around a red small bag and she looks down on the ground, on the stairs. I can feel the blood in my body basically heating up, I wish I could just walk towards her hug her and tell her how much I need her but something holds me back. As she lifts her head and her eyes meet mine for a second I know what it is, its the cold and disappointed look in her eyes that holds me back from saying anything.

“Sorry I'm a bit late,” she says as she walks past me and all I can do is nod.

I close the door behind her and lock the door. Samantha already walks towards the car as I slowly follow her, the driver opens the door for her and she gets into the car. I don't know how to act as I open the door myself and slowly get into the car beside her. Samantha looks out of the window and I know she is trying to act busy looking at different things outside even though its completely dark and I bet she can't see a shit. It's only to tell me that she's the one being angry and mad right now. But don't worry girl I'm still angry as fuck so you're not alone. I huff and look out of the window on my side. All I see is black and sometimes two yellow lights, but only if another cars comes along. I can see more as we get closer to the city and a weird feeling in my stomach appears.

During the car ride we both don't speak, I only tell the driver were he should drive us and that's all. I glance at Samantha a few times, I'm actually a little worried about how the night will turn out. I know that I can act like nothing happened, I can play around with people, I had to do it for a few years now but can Sam do it? She isn't really the person who can hide her feelings and if she feels like shit there is a high possibility that at least most of the people will notice that there is something wrong. In addition I don't think she has ever been to another movie premier so that will be new for her as well. I suddenly feel bad for treating her the way I did earlier, I should have supported her..maybe.. As I think back about all the things that happened, I start to feel angry again and I know I have to think about something else before this gets out of control.

We arrive at the movie premier 25 minutes later and the driver brings us to the place were all the celebrities walk in and on the red carpet. I already see and hear the fans and before we get out of the car I reach for Samantha's hand. She slowly turns towards me and its the first time since we left the house that she looks into my eyes. She looks at me but her hands move away from mine.

“Just follow me okay?” I tell her, I can't bring my voice to sound soft and I regret my harsh words as I see how she looks down on her feet again.

“I'll try,” She whispers and I nod before I open the door and walk around the car to open Samantha's door.

She steps outside the car and the girls starts to scream and shout, I can see it in her eyes that she is not really comfortable with that situation and I slowly offer her my hand, she sighs slightly before she lets me grab her small hand. I push the car door closed and slightly squeeze her hand before I start to walk onto the red carpet.

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