Out of the Darkness
Scared and Lonely
Sam POV:
I sit on my bed, legs crossed, my vision blurred with tears as I stare at my phone held limply in my hand. A day has passed since I created my twitter account, but this is the first time I’ve had a chance to really explore it after Harry’s ‘distractions’ prevented me from doing so earlier.
Today everyone in the house is off doing errands, and Harry has some meeting, so I decided to have some time to myself and get to know some of the fans. Big mistake.
“You’re an ugly bitch, what makes you think Niall would ever go for you?”
“Your story is so fake. No one in their right mind believes any of your bullshit you whore”
“Because of you I never got to meet the boys so thank you so so much…”
“Stay away from my boys you’re such an attention seeking whore”
Fat…Slut…Attention Whore…Bitch…Ugly…
All of the insults swirl through my mind as I stare blankly at my phone screen. I knew that there would be hate, but I never thought it would be this bad. A tear slips from my eye and lands heavily on the bedspread, and I wipe at my eyes furiously, suddenly angry at myself for letting their harsh words affect me so heavily. They don’t know what it’s like to go through all that I’ve experienced these past few weeks. I’m so emotionally and physically exhausted, and I just want it all to go away. I wish I could just escape somewhere with Harry and forget about everything.
I groan and wrap my arm around my abdomen, trying to bring comfort to myself. I know I should be strong, at least for the sake of the baby growing inside of me, but right now that is almost impossible. Stifling a dry sob, I take a deep, shaky breath, and turn my phone back on. These fans need to know how much of an impact their words can have.
HARRY POV:
I sit at the table, tapping my foot anxiously as I wait to be released from this meeting and allowed to return home to my Samantha. Everything the media team has been saying for the past hour has gone in one ear and out the other. I can’t focus right now, I’m too worried about my girl.
Flashback to that morning: Harry pov
I laid in bed with my arms wrapped tightly around Sam’s soft body, humming absentmindedly into her hair as she slept soundly, the morning light trickling in through the window. I buried my face in her hair, inhaling deeply as her warm vanilla scent flooded over me. My subtle motions caused her to wake from her light doze, her eyelids fluttering open. Groaning against the light, she shifted so that her back was to the window, and hid her face in my neck. Smiling at her innocence, I brought one of my hands around to cradle her head, while placing my lips softly on her forehead.
“’morning love,” I murmured lightly. Her wide eyes turned up to meet mine as a smile played across her lips. Without a word she leaned up and gently connected our lips, pulling away after a few moments leaving our faces centimeters apart. It was then that my love for her overwhelmed me, and I took over, smoothly sliding my body so that I hovered over her. I leaned down and kissed her with such a passion that all of my senses left me, and our surroundings melted away. Her lips moved with mine for minutes, dancing back and forth in a playful rhythm as we enjoyed each other’s company.
It was after these first few minutes of passionate and gentle kissing that I noticed Sam was distracted, her rhythm starting to falter. I, being the stubborn idiot that I am, decided to ignore it. I shrugged it off and tried to get her back on track by deepening my kiss, urging her to respond. All of a sudden she gasped and pulled away roughly, a weird look on her face. My stomach immediately dropped as I tried to read her expression.
“Harry…” She started, her voice dangerously high and thin.
“What’s wrong Sam? Are you feeling sick again?” I asked her, ready to get up and run her into the bathroom if she needed.
She shook her head firmly, but tears filled her eyes as she took a shaky breath. Something was very wrong. It hurt me to see my baby girl in such a vulnerable state. I swiftly moved off of her so I was sitting next to her on the bed, and I offered her my hand to help her sit up too, but she ignored it, turning her head the other way, her bottom lip trembling. Her body had gone rigid, and she seemed afraid to move.
Now I was really worried.
“Sam, what’s wrong, you need to talk to me.” I asked her firmly as I frantically tried to figure out why she was acting like this.
She took another shaky breath as she turned her gaze to meet mine once more, fear etched across her features.
“Something is wrong wi-with the baby,” she choked out, placing a trembling hand protectively over her abdomen. Alarm flooded through me as I carefully placed my hand on top of hers.
“Sam, you need to tell me what’s wrong, that’s the only way I can help you.” I insisted, searching her watery eyes.
“Will you l-look? Please? I’m scared. ” she whispered, the tears finally breaking free from her full eyes, and streaming down her face. At first I could only stare at her, bewildered, but I followed her gaze, and immediately realized what she was requesting.
In a moment I was down by her side, hovering on my knees next to her lower abdomen. I gently peeled back the thin blanket that was loosely covering her from her waist down. A gasp escaped my lips as I saw the fresh stains on the sheet below Sam. A muffled sob escaped her lips as she watched my expression.
"Shhh, Sam you're going to be okay, try and take some deep breaths okay darlin'?" Gently I took hold of both of her knees, forcing them to bend so I could get a better look at what was going on.The fabric of her pajama pants, and the sheet below her were soaked with a light clearish-brown liquid.
“Harry?” She asked feebly, her free hand grasping my wrist tightly, the fear on her face prominent.
“Does it hurt Sam?” I asked, straining to keep my voice calm. I had no idea what this meant, I’m no expert.
She nodded slightly, and my breath caught in my throat. My baby was in pain, and there was nothing I could do to help her.
“I don’t know what’s wrong,” she moaned, pressing her fragile hand down more firmly onto her abdomen. “One minute I was fine, and then I got this weird crampy feeling, kind of l-like I was having my period or something, and then there was this sharp pain a-and…” her voice broke again and she closed her eyes, forehead furrowed in discomfort.
“Hang in there love, I’m going to go get you some help okay?” I asked, waiting for her short nod of understanding before running out of the room to get Jennie who had spent the night at the house with Niall.
End of flashback: Harry POV
back in the conference room:
Jennie had been very worried at first, but after assessing the situation, she assured us that the fetus was going to be okay, and what Sam had experienced was something that many women experience during pregnancies. She gave Sam some pads to wear in case it happened again, and informed us that she would be bringing home a prescription drug to strengthen the sac that the fetus was held in to prevent future leaks. Sam was told to lie low for the day, and even though I know she’s going to be fine, I can’t help but worry about her.
My phone buzzes quietly, and I sneak a look at the screen under the table. If this is something to do with Sam, I have to know. It’s a text from Louis: “CHECK TWITTER NOW”. Glancing around, I see that everyone is listening intently to whoever is speaking, not paying any attention to me, so I can spare a moment to take a look at my twitter.
My pulse picks up as I quickly open up my twitter account, and click on my notifications to see what’s going on. What I see makes my blood boil.
“Fuck,” I curse loudly, standing up and slamming my phone down onto the conference table.
I sit on my bed, legs crossed, my vision blurred with tears as I stare at my phone held limply in my hand. A day has passed since I created my twitter account, but this is the first time I’ve had a chance to really explore it after Harry’s ‘distractions’ prevented me from doing so earlier.
Today everyone in the house is off doing errands, and Harry has some meeting, so I decided to have some time to myself and get to know some of the fans. Big mistake.
“You’re an ugly bitch, what makes you think Niall would ever go for you?”
“Your story is so fake. No one in their right mind believes any of your bullshit you whore”
“Because of you I never got to meet the boys so thank you so so much…”
“Stay away from my boys you’re such an attention seeking whore”
Fat…Slut…Attention Whore…Bitch…Ugly…
All of the insults swirl through my mind as I stare blankly at my phone screen. I knew that there would be hate, but I never thought it would be this bad. A tear slips from my eye and lands heavily on the bedspread, and I wipe at my eyes furiously, suddenly angry at myself for letting their harsh words affect me so heavily. They don’t know what it’s like to go through all that I’ve experienced these past few weeks. I’m so emotionally and physically exhausted, and I just want it all to go away. I wish I could just escape somewhere with Harry and forget about everything.
I groan and wrap my arm around my abdomen, trying to bring comfort to myself. I know I should be strong, at least for the sake of the baby growing inside of me, but right now that is almost impossible. Stifling a dry sob, I take a deep, shaky breath, and turn my phone back on. These fans need to know how much of an impact their words can have.
HARRY POV:
I sit at the table, tapping my foot anxiously as I wait to be released from this meeting and allowed to return home to my Samantha. Everything the media team has been saying for the past hour has gone in one ear and out the other. I can’t focus right now, I’m too worried about my girl.
Flashback to that morning: Harry pov
I laid in bed with my arms wrapped tightly around Sam’s soft body, humming absentmindedly into her hair as she slept soundly, the morning light trickling in through the window. I buried my face in her hair, inhaling deeply as her warm vanilla scent flooded over me. My subtle motions caused her to wake from her light doze, her eyelids fluttering open. Groaning against the light, she shifted so that her back was to the window, and hid her face in my neck. Smiling at her innocence, I brought one of my hands around to cradle her head, while placing my lips softly on her forehead.
“’morning love,” I murmured lightly. Her wide eyes turned up to meet mine as a smile played across her lips. Without a word she leaned up and gently connected our lips, pulling away after a few moments leaving our faces centimeters apart. It was then that my love for her overwhelmed me, and I took over, smoothly sliding my body so that I hovered over her. I leaned down and kissed her with such a passion that all of my senses left me, and our surroundings melted away. Her lips moved with mine for minutes, dancing back and forth in a playful rhythm as we enjoyed each other’s company.
It was after these first few minutes of passionate and gentle kissing that I noticed Sam was distracted, her rhythm starting to falter. I, being the stubborn idiot that I am, decided to ignore it. I shrugged it off and tried to get her back on track by deepening my kiss, urging her to respond. All of a sudden she gasped and pulled away roughly, a weird look on her face. My stomach immediately dropped as I tried to read her expression.
“Harry…” She started, her voice dangerously high and thin.
“What’s wrong Sam? Are you feeling sick again?” I asked her, ready to get up and run her into the bathroom if she needed.
She shook her head firmly, but tears filled her eyes as she took a shaky breath. Something was very wrong. It hurt me to see my baby girl in such a vulnerable state. I swiftly moved off of her so I was sitting next to her on the bed, and I offered her my hand to help her sit up too, but she ignored it, turning her head the other way, her bottom lip trembling. Her body had gone rigid, and she seemed afraid to move.
Now I was really worried.
“Sam, what’s wrong, you need to talk to me.” I asked her firmly as I frantically tried to figure out why she was acting like this.
She took another shaky breath as she turned her gaze to meet mine once more, fear etched across her features.
“Something is wrong wi-with the baby,” she choked out, placing a trembling hand protectively over her abdomen. Alarm flooded through me as I carefully placed my hand on top of hers.
“Sam, you need to tell me what’s wrong, that’s the only way I can help you.” I insisted, searching her watery eyes.
“Will you l-look? Please? I’m scared. ” she whispered, the tears finally breaking free from her full eyes, and streaming down her face. At first I could only stare at her, bewildered, but I followed her gaze, and immediately realized what she was requesting.
In a moment I was down by her side, hovering on my knees next to her lower abdomen. I gently peeled back the thin blanket that was loosely covering her from her waist down. A gasp escaped my lips as I saw the fresh stains on the sheet below Sam. A muffled sob escaped her lips as she watched my expression.
"Shhh, Sam you're going to be okay, try and take some deep breaths okay darlin'?" Gently I took hold of both of her knees, forcing them to bend so I could get a better look at what was going on.The fabric of her pajama pants, and the sheet below her were soaked with a light clearish-brown liquid.
“Harry?” She asked feebly, her free hand grasping my wrist tightly, the fear on her face prominent.
“Does it hurt Sam?” I asked, straining to keep my voice calm. I had no idea what this meant, I’m no expert.
She nodded slightly, and my breath caught in my throat. My baby was in pain, and there was nothing I could do to help her.
“I don’t know what’s wrong,” she moaned, pressing her fragile hand down more firmly onto her abdomen. “One minute I was fine, and then I got this weird crampy feeling, kind of l-like I was having my period or something, and then there was this sharp pain a-and…” her voice broke again and she closed her eyes, forehead furrowed in discomfort.
“Hang in there love, I’m going to go get you some help okay?” I asked, waiting for her short nod of understanding before running out of the room to get Jennie who had spent the night at the house with Niall.
End of flashback: Harry POV
back in the conference room:
Jennie had been very worried at first, but after assessing the situation, she assured us that the fetus was going to be okay, and what Sam had experienced was something that many women experience during pregnancies. She gave Sam some pads to wear in case it happened again, and informed us that she would be bringing home a prescription drug to strengthen the sac that the fetus was held in to prevent future leaks. Sam was told to lie low for the day, and even though I know she’s going to be fine, I can’t help but worry about her.
My phone buzzes quietly, and I sneak a look at the screen under the table. If this is something to do with Sam, I have to know. It’s a text from Louis: “CHECK TWITTER NOW”. Glancing around, I see that everyone is listening intently to whoever is speaking, not paying any attention to me, so I can spare a moment to take a look at my twitter.
My pulse picks up as I quickly open up my twitter account, and click on my notifications to see what’s going on. What I see makes my blood boil.
“Fuck,” I curse loudly, standing up and slamming my phone down onto the conference table.
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