Before I Met You

CHAPTER 6:~Harry's P.O.V~
After the words that she just said, I sat there dumbfounded.
She got up and turned around. "Just please. Leave me for your sake."
I stood up and walked over to her and wrapped my arm around her waist, pulling her towards me.
She struggled to get away. "Harry. What don't you get?!"
"Sam. I'm not giving up on you. I care about you. I don't want to see you get hurt."
She stopped struggling and looked at me. "That's the thing. I don't want to hurt you, and I don't want myself to get hurt either.... again."
Hurt flashed across my face and she looked away.
"Sam. I would never hurt you. If I did, I would kill myself."
"Don't joke about that." She snapped and pushed me away.
"Sam. Please. Give me a chance."
Her lip quivered.
"Don't cry. Don't cry." I coaxed.
"September 12th, 2006." She said, her voice cracking.
I furrowed my eye brows. "Huh?"
"My dad. H-he," she paused, wiping a single tear, "he and my mom were out on a business trip. They were on their way home. I was only fucking ten years old Harry. Ten. Years. Old. The taxi they were in, it was smashed by a semi truck. My mother was instantly killed. Her skull was smashed in. I was horrified. I didn't see it of course, but the mere thought of it made me sick. My father was in a coma for about a month, until they didn't get any brain waves and cut off his life support."
"Right then, I felt as if they had taken my own life. I was taken away from my home. I had no grandparents and my one uncle that I had refused to take me in. My life was just a complete wreck. Then, to make it worse, I was forced into a foster home. The guardians were just absolutely stuck up assholes who just gave me a home for a charity act. It pissed me off. But I took advantage of them of course. I stole money from them until one day they had caught me, and demanded that I was removed from their home immediately. After around the next four to five homes, I was just a mess. When I was fourteen, I snuck out to be with my drug friends. No, I didn't get high, but I do remember, faintly, getting drunk. I eventually was sneaking out every night to escape the sick the world I was living in, even if it was only for a while. I never got addicted to alcohol though, which to this day I still question why and how. No, I never got suicidal or cut myself, just depressed. Basically I've had a shitty life and I hate myself every day. Just for five minutes, I wish I could see my parents. Just one more time." She finished, her voice cracking.
I felt tears pricking at my eyes, and I pulled her into a tight hug.
"Sam. I'm sorry." I said softly.
"I don't want your pity. I just want you to know the monster that I am."
"You are not a monster." I said.
"My parents would of wanted me to stay strong. Look at me. I'm such a fucking stupid loser. Crying over every single little thing."
"Stop it right this fucking instant." I snapped.
She stopped and looked up at me.
"If I ever hear those words come out of your mouth again, I will fucking kiss you." I said.
She stared at me. "Wha-"
I cut her off by pressing my lips against hers.
I know I completely took her by surprise, but she eventually gave in.
I laid her down on the bed and hovered over her.
No, we weren't going to have sex, I just knew she needed love. She needed to be shown that someone cared.
After what seemed like hours, I pulled away.
"Harry.." She said.
I looked her in the eyes. "What?"
"I didn't say anything though."
I brushed my thumb over her bottom lip. "But I didn't want you to say anything."
She smiled slightly but then it faded. "I'm sorry."
I shook my head, my curls falling all over my face. "Don't be."
She pushed me off of her, a little too hard, causing me to crash to the floor.
I landed with an 'oomph' and she burst out laughing.
It felt good to actually be laughing with her.
It felt good just to be with her.
I know we don't know what we are exactly, but time will soon tell.


Author's notes:
yo. So now you know just the start about Sam's life (;
night. I'm tired af.

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