Recap:

• Samantha drugged and raped at one direction concert by a man hired by her mentally unstable brother
• one direction boys find her and take her in, postponing their tour while her case is under investigation
• she develops a relationship with harry
• multiple interviews with the boys and Samantha explaining everything to their fans
• the police catch her brother and his friend who raped her-- they are both sent to jail
• Samantha and Harry's relationship intensifies
• Samantha finds out that she is pregnant with Matthew's child

• The boy's media man tells them to set up social media sites in order to get samantha connected with one direction's fans. The plan is to eventually make a video diary explaining everything that has happened and telling the fans about sam's pregnancy
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• Calendar corresponding with everything that has happened in the story: https://docs.google.com/document/d/1Vziw-DmOabnmzRcnGUv7zMbzH4JZFzjOfoes_PTbkwo/edit

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Samantha POV:

“Okay, so this button here brings you to your timeline. This is where every post that the people you follow will show up.” Explains Harry, pointing to the little symbol on my phone screen. We’ve just set up my twitter account, and I’m sitting on my bed with Harry as he teaches me how to use it.

“What should I say for my first tweet?” I ask worredly, and Harry reaches out and pokes the little worried crease between my eyebrows. He chuckles lightly

“You’re overthinking this one babe. I tweet complete crap, and the fans love it.” He informs me. I sigh, still unsure of what to write, and suddenly Harry reaches over, grabbing my phone out of my hands and turning away, easily fending off my feeble attempts to get it back.

“Harrryy!” I complain, not able to stop the smile from spreading across my cheeks as he grins, quickly typing into the phone with one hand and keeping me away with the other. After a few moments he shifts his hand, and instead of pushing me away, he pulls me close against his chest.

“I solved your problem for you,” he murmurs in my ear with a small chuckle, showing me my phone. He has written two tweets. The first one reads:

“Yooooo what’s up twitter peeps?”

And the second one:

“Homemade pancakes are the shit” along with a picture of the pancakes I had made with the boys the other day.

I roll my eyes, and pry my phone out of Harry’s hands. “You’re such a weirdo, you know that right?” He grins and pulls me closer, grabbing my free hand in his and intertwining our fingers.

“Yeah but you love it.”

I giggle and burrow into his chest, enjoying the warmth of his embrace. Our moment is broken by a loud chime from my phone. Sighing I pick up my phone and glance down at the screen, a gasp escaping my lips as I refresh my twitter page. I already have over a hundred followers, and both of my tweets are getting tons of attention.

Opening my notifications, I see that most of the people are fans of the boys. I quickly open a tweet that I’m mentioned in:

“Holy crap @samanthajevrin1 are you the one who was taken in by the @onedirection boys??!!”

I glance up at Harry to see that he is also totally surprised.

“How did they find me so fast?” I ask in awe. I haven’t even followed anyone yet or said anything that would make anyone notice me. Harry shakes his head bewildered, running his fingers through his curls.

“Our fans are friggin insane at stalking,” he murmurs with a chuckle.

“What should I do?” I ask, turning off the ringer on my phone as it continues to chime. I now have 672 followers, and my mentions are through the roof.

“Well, for starters, you should probably follow a few of them back,” advises Harry, guiding my hand as he shows me how. I start randomly following some of the many girls who follow me, and pretty soon I’ve followed over a hundred. Next Harry shows me how to follow all of the boys’ accounts as well as a few other celebrities that I like.

“Why don’t you respond to one of these girls, let them know who you are,” Harry suggests, choosing a random tweet for me to reply to:

“@samanthajevrin1 omg is this really you?!?!!?” the tweet reads, with an attached picture of me and the boys from one of my interviews with the boys. I think for a second before typing in my response, and showing it to Harry for approval:

“Yup, that’s me! The boys finally convinced me to get a twitter so I can get to know some of you guys better!”

He nods, and I tweet it, excited to see the response I get. I now have 1,457 followers which is absolutely insane. Harry fishes his phone out from the pocket of his skinny jeans, and opens up his own twitter. He follows me, and soon I get a notification that he has mentioned me in a tweet.

“Everyone go bother my friend @samanthajevrin1 me and the boys just convinced her to join twitter!! #letthefunbegin”

“Watch this,” Harry says, showing me his phone, open to his twitter profile page. He swipes up to refresh, and my mouth falls open in amazement. His tweet already has thousands of retweets and favorites in just over a minute.

“Jeez Haz! I didn’t know you were that popular with the ladies” I tease, poking him lightly, and glancing up at his face. My comment invokes a change in him, and he suddenly becomes very serious. He swiftly shuts his phone off and places it on the bedside table, shifting his weight so that he hovers over me. With a sharp exhale, he slowly leans down, his lips grazing my earlobe.

“You’re more important to me, than any of those fans” he growls, giving my ear a little nibble which makes the breath shoot out of me. Balancing on his right arm, Harry uses his free hand and takes both of my arms, pinning them up above my head. Straddling me as I lay on my back pressed down into the bed, Harry presses his chest down against mine and I am completely helpless under his weight. He begins to move his lips along my neck, softly nibbling at my sensitive skin. His tongue slowly traces along my jawline, causing me to arch my back in pleasure. Harry pauses for a second, pulling away slightly before softly returning his lips to a spot below my ear.

“You. Are. Mine.” He growls, and with his last word he presses his mouth firmly into my skin, sucking hard as he lowers his hips down onto mine, slowly grinding against me. I gasp in pleasure, and lift my hips up against his to create more friction. I’m not used to this protective side of Harry, but it is turning me on.

Harry’s lips finds mine, and he kisses me with a newfound passion, his tongue harshly exploring my mouth. I wiggle against his grip on my arms, and he releases me, his free hand immediately tracing down my side and finding the waistband of my pants. Easily undoing the button of my pants, Harry slides them down, and I help kick them the rest of the way off, never breaking our heated make out session.

Harry slides one of his large hands up my side, and rests it on my breast, moving it in painfully slow circles. I moan into his mouth, and I can feel his bulge begin to harden as I grind my hips up harder against him.

“You like that babe?” he murmurs, a smirk spread over his soft lips. His hand leaves my breast and travels down lower and lower over my stomach, coming to a stop at the waistband of my panties.

Harry gently bites my bottom lip as he slides his hand under my panties, his fingers dancing closer and closer to my core. I gasp in pleasure as his thumb finds my clit, and begins moving in small, excruciating circles.

“Fuck Harry,” I groan, grinding my hips up into his hand as the pleasure builds. Harry kisses me once more on the mouth before removing his hand, and slowly shifting his weight. I whine softly at the absence of pressure on my clit, but Harry gently silences me. He runs his mouth down my stomach and I can feel the warmth of his kisses through the fabric of my thin shirt. In a matter of seconds Harry is hovering between my legs. He slowly runs his hands up and down my inner thighs, driving me insane with the need for friction.

“Sam?”

“Hmm?” I moan

“Have you ever been eaten out?” He asks softly, and I tilt my head to meet his strong gaze.

“Uhh, no…” I respond, suddenly self-conscious about how little experience I have with this sort of thing. A grin spreads across Harry’s cheeks, his dimples flashing as he ducks his head.

“Trust me. You’re gonna love this babe.” He murmurs before slipping his hands under the waistband of my panties, and gently sliding them down my legs.

“Relax,” he whispers before slowly running his tongue down the inside of my thigh, coming to a rest just above my aroused clit, his hot breath tickling my sensitive nub.

Harry’s warm tongue explores me slowly at first, letting me get used to the feeling. My breath is coming in short hufs as he slides his tongue through my folds, and up towards my clit. I can’t help the sound I make as he lowers his mouth fully down onto me, the motions of his tongue picking up speed as he applies more pressure.

I gasp loudly, and thread my fingers through his hair, grinding my hips up against his mouth. The feeling that he is giving me is unlike anything I’ve experienced before. Harry begins moving his tongue at a new angle, causing my back to arch off of the bed as I give a loud groan. Each swipe of his tongue against my clit causes my pleasure to intensify, making my eyes squeeze shut as I roll my hips to intensify the feeling.

At this moment we are interrupted by a weird gasping noise, and we both look up, terrified to see Louis frozen in the doorway.
“Jesus Fuck guys, at least close the door all the way first!” he scolds, hastily walking out of the room, slamming the door shut behind him. Harry and I are frozen in place, and my cheeks are flushed with embarrassment. Then Harry gives a snort, and all of a sudden we are both giggling messes.

“What’s his problem?” I finally manage to ask between fits of laughter. Harry’s smile fades a little bit as he looks up at me, his laughter dying off. “Harry, what is it?” I ask propping myself up on my elbows so I can look down at him. He averts his eyes for a moment before sighing and returning my gaze.

“You can’t tell this to anyone okay?” he asks, his stare intense. I nod and wait for him to continue. “Okay, uhm sometimes, when we’re on the road, it can be very stressful. We have tons of interviews, and shows almost every other night, not to mention the constant traveling and having almost no time to ourselves.” Harry pauses, before continuing. “So for the last few months Louis and I have sort of, erm… been helping each other relieve all of the stress. Do you get where I’m going with that?” Harry asks, gently resting his hands on my inner thighs. “I think it might be a little hard for Louis to see me with you sometimes. Him and El don’t have a completely stable relationship.” He explains.

I close my eyes for a minute, taking it in. Harry and Louis are fuck buddies. Okay. I guess it’s hard when you’re on the road and all. Things get stressful… I open my eyes and look down upon Harry’s nervous face. “Well next time, why don’t you invite him to come join us?” I suggest in a low voice, shooting him a wink. “Now where were we?” I ask threading my fingers through his curls once more as he returns his attention to my waiting clit, a bemused expression on his face.

Notes

WHooo im back! and yes, I know that i said that i would start writing again once summer came, but I was dealing with a few huge changes in my life, and once i explain them to you I hope you'll understand why I couldnt write.

Firstly, my friend who I have told you about earlier was struggling to overcome bone cancer at the beginning of the spring. She had to have her leg amputated in order to prevent the spread of the cancer that was in her leg. The doctors thought that after her leg was gone, she would be better. But this was unfortunately not the case. Early in the summer, my friend got another scan, and they found out that her cancer had spread throughout her body, including her lungs. They told her that she had weeks, maybe months to live, and in early august she passed away, finally free from the pressures of a disease which had so completely taken over her life and the lives of those around her.

Secondly, another one of my friends has been dating this guy since last year, and from the outside, they seem like a perfect couple; smart, beautiful, cute, nice. Recently my friend has opened up to me, telling me about how her boyfriend is abusive and very unsupportive of her. But she can't break up with him because he is suffering with severe depression, and is on the verge of suicide. She is scared that if she breaks up with him, he might take his life.

So, with all of this going on, my life has been very busy and very very stressful, and i hope you all can forgive me for not updating. I just needed some time to myself to pull myself together and focus more on the people who needed me.

I hope you all understand this. I don't know when I'll be updating next but please stay posted, it shouldn't be too long!

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Calendar that corresponds with my story:
https://docs.google.com/document/d/1Vziw-DmOabnmzRcnGUv7zMbzH4JZFzjOfoes_PTbkwo/edit