Samantha POV:

That night Harry sings me to sleep as he holds me in his arms. After Paul left I had sat on the couch, tears running down my face, until Harry came and scooped me up, bringing me into my room. He laid me on the bed and held me tight, as I cried into his shoulder. His hand rubbed my back, and he whispered encouragements to me as I calmed down. Eventually he just started singing softly as he wiped my tears with his thumb. I fell asleep in his arms, not even waking up to go to dinner.

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The next morning I wake to a cloudy sky, and an empty bed. I am a little disappointed that Harry didn’t stay with me, but I know that he can’t be with me all the time. Looking at the clock I see that it is only 8:15. It will probably be a while before the boys get up. I shakily make my way out of bed, and put on a pair of socks before walking towards the door. This is the fourth day since I woke up from my coma, and I am feeling much better, although my joints still hurt a bit when I walk. I shuffle out of my room and down the hall into the kitchen.

No one else is awake yet, so I heat up some water for tea, and sit at the breakfast bar. I’m nervous for my interview. People are going to judge me. What if I say the wrong thing? Everything about this is new to me, and I have no idea how I should act in front of the cameras.

Overwhelmed, I place my head into my hands and rub my temples. I need to stop thinking about this. The interview is going to happen no matter what, so there’s no use in worrying about it. Telling myself this helps a bit, but the nerves are still there.

The teapot starts whistling, and I jump up from my seat to take it off of the burner before it wakes the whole house. As I am preparing my tea, I hear someone walk into the kitchen. I turn around, steaming mug in my hands. Harry is sitting at the table with a smile on his face, watching me.

“’morning Harry,” I say quietly, a little embarrassed about my meltdown last night. I don’t know what it is, but lately my emotions have been all over the place.

“’morning love,” He says smiling, as he takes something out of his lap and pushes it towards me. Then, without saying a word he gets up and pours himself a cup of tea. I look at him, confused, but before I can ask him about the little rectangular box, he begins to explain.

“I know that you are nervous about your interview,” (yeah thanks for reminding me Harry…) “And now that you are living with us, I thought that this would help you stay in touch with everyone, and keep yourself organized.” He finishes, as he plops a tea bag into his mug and leans against the counter next to me, waiting for me to open his gift.

I have no idea what’s in that box, but I hope he didn’t spend too much on me.

I place my tea down on the counter and reach over to pick up the box. It’s heavy. Slowly I start opening up the cardboard as Harry watches me, excited to see my reaction. I finally get the cardboard off to reveal another white box.



“Harry!” I squeal, jumping with excitement, and turning towards him to give him a big hug. “Thank you thank you thank you!” I exclaim, pulling away from him. “You didn’t have to do this!” I tell him in a more serious voice. He looks at me with an amused expression. I probably look like a little kid on Christmas.

“No,” He responds, “But I wanted to.” He flashes me the cutest smile, and wraps his arms around me from behind, his chin resting on the top of my head.

“Have you ever had a cell phone before?” He asks me gently. I just shake my head.

“Harry, I’ve never been given a real present before,” I mumble. Harry is silent for a few moments, and I enjoy the warmth of his embrace.

“Sammy?”

“Yes Harry?” I ask lazily

His voice becomes serious. “When you were in your coma I talked to you a lot about my feelings…” He spins me around so that we are facing each other, inches apart. “Did you hear any of what I said to you?” He asks urgently, searching my face with his intense green eyes.

“Oh Harry, I heard everything.” I say quietly. I pause, remembering the feelings which Harry had vented on me. He had opened himself up to me in his most vulnerable state, and my heart goes out to him. It must have taken a lot of courage for him to bring up this topic again. Harry looks at his feet, his eyes misty.

I slowly take both of his hands in mine. “Do you ever wish that it would all go away?” I whisper. “The fame, the spotlight… the people following your every action?” I squeeze his hands gently. “Most people don’t realize the extent to which your life is controlled by the media. You’re always going to be criticized for something. Told what to do. You can’t make everyone happy! I mean come on; it’s your life to live! You are a grown man, and you can make your own decisions! People should respect that!” My voice is rising slowly, as I let out the words which have been burning to be let out for the past few days.

Suddenly I feel Harry’s fingertips on my lips, and I realize I’ve been rambling. I stop talking, and look up to search his face. I see a tear trace its way down his cheek. Harry leans in, placing his forehead on mine until we are so close that I can feel his warm breath on my nose.

“I hate myself…” he whispers, barely audible, “for wishing for anything different… but sometimes I can’t help but wonder what it would be like…” His voice breaks as tears spill faster from his eyes. In this moment the only thing I want is to relieve him from all of his pain, to save him from his misery. I do the only thing that feels right, and slowly I tilt my head up until my lips are brushing against his.

“I’m sorry Harry. For everything” I whisper before firmly pressing my lips against his. He reacts immediately, pulling one of his hands free from mine, and placing it on the small of my back, pressing me up against him. I bring my free hand around to his neck, winding my fingers into the small soft curls that lie there. He deepens the kiss, slowly running his tongue along my bottom lip. I allow them to part, giving him access to me as I attempt to pull him out of the darkness.

Notes

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