Hanging By A Moment

Samantha's POV:
Harry and I decided to watch the Lakers play tonight, it would be his first NBA game his gone to. I haven't been in almost a year, the last time I went was with a friend. We watched the Clippers play against Heat as he wanted to see his girlfriend on the cheer squad .... and watch the game, to cheer for the clippers... and cheer for his girlfriend who's a cheerleader who cheers for the players. Niall and Zayn came out with us, but Louis and Liam stayed in the hotel with Eleanor and Danielle.

In the van, Harry and I sat at the first row while Niall and Zayn sat at the back row as the driver drove us downtown. Harry had his arm draped on my shoulder as we sat in the van. I had my legs over his lap and my head leaning on his shoulder. 'You smell really good' I sniffed him. 'Babe, it's just aftershave' he chuckled. 'Well, I don't care, I like it' I smiled at him. 'I like what your wearing as well' I added. 'I'm wearing a pair of denim and a plain white shirt' he chuckled. 'Yeah.. And you look hot' I touched the tip of his nose. 'Wanna just skip the game and stay here and make out? 'he raised his eyebrows with a smirk. 'We heard that' Zayn and Niall called out from behind.

The car pulled over at Staple Centre and people flocked the arena to watch the game. We got out of the car and not long were we greeted by fans and paparazzi. 'Sammie can you sign this' a group teens approached me. 'Harry ohmygosh Harry' girls surrounded him. Niall and Zayn where also surrounded by fans. We all signed autographs and took photos with the fans while the paparazzi tried to take photos of us. After we'd manage to get through everyone we headed inside the arena.

It was the Lakers and Celtics playing. Niall being Irish, wore a Celtic snapback to support the team since their logo was a leprechaun, which was an 'Irish' symbol. On the contrary I wore a Laker's snapback in supporting my home turf. I may have been born in London and now live in London, but I lived in LA for 6 years and once a Lakers fan always a Lakers fan. We had floor seats at the side of the Lakers bench, Niall and Zayn sat on my left and Harry was on my right. The bell rang and the referee initiated the game. Players ran down the court as the ball was swiftly passed around. The sport announcers commentated the game as the the players ran, dribbled, passed and made a shot.

'Gasol gets the rebound, passes down court to Dwight who dribbles up to the 3 pointer line for a shot' the commentator described their actions. 'And he misses, but Bryant is under the basket and goes for alley-oop' the crowd stood and cheered as the ball went in. Harry and I remained sitting as everyone around us stood up. He turned and let out a small laugh. 'Welcome to LA' I chuckled. You've never really been to LA until you've watched a Lakers game. By the end of 3rd quarter the Lakers had the lead with 48-42. The players returned to their bench for a break while the coaches brought out their whiteboards to configure a 'game plan'.

The song 'Kiss Me' blasted of the speakers and I knew what that meant. 'KISS CAM' a deep husky voice announced. I don't know if Harry knew about this, but I'm sure it's not like rocket science to have to understand it. If the camera lands on you, you and the person next to you kiss and the whole arena sees it up on the screen. Everyone's eyes were fixed up on to the screens including Harry's.

We laughed at the first pair who were so eager to kiss. They kissed for 5 secs and pulled away with smiles up to the moon. 'Awwww' everyone chorused when two oldies came on screen. It was like watching the Notebook. There was a changed of atmosphere when the camera zoomed into the Celtics Mascot and a referee. The mascot jumped on the referee and made out with his mascot head. We all laughed out loud. I turned to Niall who was laughing like a leprechaun. He had his hands on his belly as if he was in pain from laughing. 'Umm, Sammie' I heard Harry muttered and I turned back around to him. He pointed up with his index finger and I followed with my eyes towards the direction.

I gasp when I saw Harry and I on screen.





'Kiss Cam' the deep husky voice demanded. Harry placed his arm around my chair, ready to make a move. I covered my face with my hand and looked away, I hate PDA's. 'Kiss Cam' the voice repeated and everyone in the arena was cheering for us. 'Come on babe' I heard Harry chuckle. I turned to face him and he leaned in and scooped my face with his free hand. I leaned closer to him and we kissed softly. The crowd whistled and whoo'd us. I pulled away and we laughed softly together.

The camera moved to another couple. The man leaned in for a kiss but was rejected by the lady who pushed the man's mouth away. Looks like no happy ending there.




The camera went to a different type of couple this time. It was on the players, it zoomed in to Kobe Bryant and Paul Gason who were resting at their bench. 'Kiss Cam' the voice insited. They covered their heads with towels trying to avoid the camera. When the camera crew realise they weren't going to get a kiss from the players they moved the shot to another couple.

'Oh my gosh' I muttered while Harry laughed. It was back on us. 'Kiss Cam' the husky voice demanded again. 'Kissss, kissss' the crowd called out. Again Harry leaned in and I did the same. We kissed for three seconds then pulled away. 'Los Angeles has miss you Samantha' I heard the commentator chuckle. And I've definitely missed LA as well.

The Lakers won after a close game of 78-76. 'I think we should watch an NBA game more often' Harry chuckled as we walked out of the arena. I knew the reason for that suggestion, kiss cam, I rolled my eyes. Harry and I hold hands while we stood outside and waited for the van. 'Hey Samantha, hey boys' I heard voices approach us. Their cameras started to flash around us. 'Congratulations on your engagement' a papz said. 'Thank you' Harry replied. 'LA has missed you Sammie, it surely has' another man told me and handed me a paper for autograph. 'We miss you a lot' another man called out. 'Can you sign this?' a papz handed me a poster . 'Awww, I miss you guys too' I smiled as I signed it. 'You guys are my favourite papz' I informed them. 'Why papparazzi's in London not treating you well?' someone said in an American gansta accent. 'No their all good, a little crazy at times 'I chuckled.

When we got back to the hotel, Harry and I stayed up and watched TV in the our room. I leaned on his chest and he draped his arm around me and placed his hand on the mattress. It was kinda weird that his hand stayed there. Normally when were laying down Harry always wraps his arm around me and rests his hand on my waist and plays around with the waistband of my short. Then his hands will either creep up to my belly or down to my thigh. But tonight there was nothing. I looked at the hand on the mattress waiting for it to move, but it laid motionless on the bed. And I knew why. After last night's incident, I knew Harry was going to be careful about touching me. He was scared that he might frighten me or come too forward.

'What was that?' I sat up when I heard a noise coming from the lounge. Footsteps stumbled around and there was giggling that came with it. 'I think it's Anna, but with who?' Harry sat up next to me. The door next to us slammed and the footsteps and giggling went away. Harry and I laid back down and continued to watch. Not long did we hear something we thought only we made in this hotel room. I gasped and turned around to see Harry laughing. Moans grew louder and louder from the room next door. 'Jaack' I heard Anna scream. 'No way' I gasped in shock. 'Told yah' Harry laughed.

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