Long Way Down

-Sam

Okay, so hanging out with Harry one on one isn’t as bad as it sounds. I mean really.

After we raced, we went out to Bonnie’s Burgers, and let me tell you, they have the best butterfinger milk shakes.

The night came to an end when we arrived at mine. Harry insisted that he should come in and watch a few movies, I was all for it until he wrapped his arm around me and started leaning in.

Yeah, I guess we were becoming first stage friends, if that’s even a thing, but there was no way in hell all that was happening after he had Liam rape me.

***Flashback to last night

“Saaaammmmm, please let me stay, we can just watch a few films, then I’ll head out. I promise.”

I sigh compensating on whether I should or not, “Harry, okay, fine. But only one. You got that?”

He nods his head eagerly. I turn to unlock the front door when I feel Harry’s rather large arm wrap around my waist line.

“H-Harry, what are you doing? I cannot possibly open the door with you doing that.”

He laughs a deep laugh, not like the ones we were sharing a few hours earlier. He pulls me
around so I’m now facing him.

He takes a long look into my eyes and starts leaning forward. Slowly, his eyes trail to my lips.

I place my palms flat onto his chest, “Harry, I had a great time with you tonight, really I did, but I am most definitely not ready for that type of relationship with you.”

Harry stands silent in front of me.

“You, you understand that right? After everything that’s happened.” I look into his eyes, “I’m sorry if I lead you on, we can still watch something- if you want.”

“Umm, no, actually I have some place to be. I told Ember I would stop by so I better get going, wouldn’t want her to think I ditched her for something non important.” Harry now stands smirking over me, “You, you understand that. Right?”

I look at him in bewilderment. Ember, one of the biggest sluts along with Jess that you will ever meet in your fucking life. He is such a low life piece of shit, I think.

I then laugh, “Oh, well, you have yourself a good ole time with the town slut! And next time you need a fucking date, why don’t you ask her!?! Cause I don’t want to see your ass back here on my porch!”

“Go to hell Sam! Why don’t I come back with some friends next time? Hm? Want to have some fun again?”

What the fuck crawled in his dick hole?

“Yeah, yeah, I’m tired of your same ole same ole.”

“Who the hell are you talking to?”

“I guess the man on the fucking moon because the dickweed in front of me CLEARLY has no brain!”

I turn and unlock my door, Harry breathing harsh from behind me.

‘Fuck’, Harry mutters.

“Sam, I’m sorry, this wasn’t supposed to happen, shit, I’m sorry, I just said that to make you mad.”

I step into my house, and turn to look at him.

“Sam, Sammie, please, I’m sorry.”

“Hmmm, yeah, no. Been there, fuck that.”

I throw him the bird and close the door.

I throw my keys in the dish bowl by the door and hear a loud sigh from the other side.

***End flashback

So, yeah that’s basically everything that happened.

I get up and get ready for a twelve hour shift at the bookstore with Tom. My favorite person right now.

Finished, I sigh and walk out the door into the cold rain, finally heading off.

Looking out the window, I can say I don’t know where Harry and I’s ‘relationship’ is heading from here, but I can say the future is looking a little fuzzy right now.

Notes

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l.b.