Harry POV:

I wake up suddenly from a deep, sound sleep, to the darkness of my room. I glance at the clock. 3:11 AM. That’s weird. I stretch tiredly, and my thoughts drift to Samantha. Every second I spend with her, I can feel myself falling for her. She’s funny, cute, confident, and so much more. Thinking about Sam gets me concerned for her, and I decide that since I’m already up, I might as well check on her.

I get up from my bed, and throw on a pair of sweatpants over my boxer briefs. I carefully pick my way out of my room in the dark, and head down the stairs. Pausing at her door, I imagine her inside sleeping peacefully.

Slowly I push the door open, and peer inside, the light from the hall casting a soft glow into her room. I smile as I see her figure under the covers sleeping soundly. Then my heart skips a beat. There is another person in that bed. Sam’s head is lying on the chest of a very familiar Irish figure.

Niall stirs as the light from the hall shines over his face. His eyes slowly open and he smiles at me.

“Aye Harry,” he says groggily

“What the hell Niall?!” I whisper angrily “What are you doing in that bed with Sam?” My voice has risen to a low growl as I address him. . Niall immediately wiggles out from underneath Sam without waking her, and hurries over to me.

“No, mate calm down, nothing happened between us,” He says hastily.

“Yeah?! Then how do you explain this?” I say, gesturing towards the bed which he had just left. I seriously can’t believe this. How could Niall do this to me? How could Sam do this to me?

“Harry relax, nothing happened. I can explain. I was coming downstairs to get a snack,” says Niall. Typical. I motion for him to continue. “And I heard crying from Sam’s room. I came in here, and found her sobbing and shaking, so I comforted her. She had a bad dream or something, I don’t know, but she was pretty distressed. She asked me to stay with her so i did. That’s all mate” explains Niall, placing a hand on my shoulder.

I let out a sigh of relief.

“That’s it?” I ask. He nods. “I’m sorry Niall, I thought...”

“No Harry,” he cuts me off, patting my shoulder, “I would never do anything like that to you. I know how you feel about Sam. I see how you look at her.” He says softly, and flashes me a cheeky grin before ducking out of the room.

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Sam POV:

I feel myself drawn from my sleep by the murmuring of voices nearby.

“I know how you feel about Sam. I see how you look at her.” Says a familiar Irish voice

My eyes fly open at these words. Harry and Niall are standing by the door. Niall pats Harry’s shoulder, and walks out, closing the door behind him. I take a deep breath,

“Harry?” I ask in a soft voice. His reaction is almost laughable. He jumps, and whips his head around, his eyes finding mine immediately.

“Sam, I didn’t know you were awake!” He says, rushing over to my bedside. I suppress a smile. “How are you feeling? Niall told me you had a bit of a rough sleep,” Harry says quietly with a small smile. Only the light from the moon outside illuminates his face.

I look into his warm eyes as he talks. I can’t believe what I just overheard. Does he feel the same way for me as I feel for him? I thought the way he's been treating me was just because he felt sorry for me, but this new information warms my heart.

Over the past few days I have truly fallen for this man. He told me everything about himself while I was in my coma, and for the past few days he has been so kind to me. I couldn’t have asked for anything better. Yes, I thought he was attractive from the beginning, but now I feel myself falling head over heels for his warm, gentle self within.

Harry is looking at me quizzically, and it takes me a second before I realize that I haven’t answered his question. He asked me about my rough sleep. Then I remember my dream, and I shudder, tears forming in my eyes.

"Come on Sam, you can tell me." Harry coaxes gently, kneeling next to the bed.

I shake my head and turn away so Harry won't see the tears sliding down my cheeks.

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Harry POV:


Sam turns away, letting out a soft sniffle, and my heart breaks for her. I immediately regret asking about her dream. I see her small frame trembling beneath the covers, and I can’t help myself. I lift the blanket and slide into the bed next to her in one swift move. I pull Sam into my arms, cradling her.

“What's wrong, love?” I ask her gently. She snuggles her face into my chest, and I wrap an arm around her waist, holding her tight.

“It was just a stupid dream” mumbles, her tears soaking through the front of my shirt where she has hidden her face.

“Shhhh, Sam,” I murmur, leaning down so my lips are at her ear. “Look at me,” I say, and she shifts her body so that she is gazing up at me with her big beautiful eyes.

"You can tell me anything, you know that right?" I say gently, tucking a stray hair behind her ear. She nods, before sighing and opening her mouth to speak.

"I'm just scared to be alone.... It's when I'm alone that he comes for me." her voice is barely a whisper now as she shares with me her fears. My feelings for her explode within me, and I am suddenly painfully aware of our closeness.

“You will not be alone Sam, I'm here for you,” I whisper before leaning down and pressing my lips softly against hers.

The kiss is slow and pure. Sam leans up into it, and time slows down. Every worry leaves my mind, and the only thing left in the world is this innocent girl in my arms. Our lips finally part, and I stare into Sam’s eyes, as a small smile plays at the edge of her lips. Then Sam cuddles down into my chest and closes her eyes, her breathing low and even. We fall asleep in each other’s arms.

Notes

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