Chapter Fifteen

                                    

                                          
Things will get more... different in a few chapters. This one is just setting it up really.
                          
Again, please don't rush me either through comment or though messaging me. That really pisses me off. 
                          
Thanks. 
                          
Chapter Fifteen:
                          

                          
Sam POV
                          

                          
“Are you going to see Harry’s new place,” Liam asked as I was on the phone with him. 
                          
I rolled my eyes, glad that he couldn’t see me. “I’d rather go over my lines,” I simply stated as I was cooking dinner; Chicken Alfredo.
                          
“But I really think you should-“
                          
“If he wanted me to be there, he would’ve told me himself. Is that the only reason you called me? To tell me about Harry’s house warming party?”
                          
“Everyone wants you to be there,” he said more quietly on the phone. 
                          
I sighed. “I just… I can’t see him, not right now. It’s too soon.”
                          
“You guys aren’t even broken up!” That startled me; Liam never yelled at me let alone anyone really unless they were being stubborn or needed it.
                          
“It’s awkward right now, Liam. You don’t understand.”
                          
“Sam-“ I hung up before he could say anything else. I didn’t want to hear about Harry’s new place or whoever he invited over to his house warming. Surely, I would miss the lads and Harry but we haven’t talked since he came over to my house unexpectedly, and that was two weeks ago. Doesn’t that mean that you and said person are broken up? That would make more sense. But I didn’t have time for Harry’s games. Of course, this time it was my fault… but I didn’t want to admit that and I had things to do.
                          
I turned the food off and got out a plate for myself. Maybe I should get a cat, and then I wouldn’t be so lonely at times. 
                          
The plate dropped once I felt someone’s arms around my waist. I wanted to scream but their hand was covering my mouth from its shrieks. I looked up and saw a mop of curls in my view. Are you fucking kidding me?
                          
I took his hand off of my mouth before turning around to face him, my finger pointed right on his nose. “What kind of sick game are you playing? How did you even get in here? Shouldn’t you be at a party or something?” 
                          
He raised his hands up in surrender. I got a good look at his features now. Thick rimmed glasses covered his emerald eyes as his hair was pushed up out of his face, giving him his own little curly quiff. There were bags under his eyes, showing that he was up late worrying about something or someone. His face still had some of its blemishes that made him perfect before and even perfect now. Harry as a sex god.
                          
“I… you always leave your front door unlocked,” he defended as he lowered his hands slowly till they were at his sides. “I am having a party but what is a party when the person I want there most isn’t there?”
                          
“If you’re looking for Taylor, she isn’t here,” I said as I pushed passed him to my couch and pulling my legs to my chest. 
                          
I felt the couch sink and Harry’s warm body close to mine as he faced me. I wasn’t trying to break down right now; I was supposed to be the one saying sorry, not him. I should be the one begging for forgiveness, not him.
                          
“Sam.” His voice was stern and serious this time, not its usual, cheeky, deep voice. “Sam, look at me, please.”
                          
I turned my head to look at him in his eyes; wrong move. I instantly softened up and whatever amount of anger I had in me was gone completely.