-Sammie

Have you ever been lost? Like not lost in the world but in your-self, and you don’t know what to do? Cause these past few weeks have been crazy.

Harry.

Everything starts and ends with him and now, I don’t know what’s going to happen when it’s all over.

As in over, I mean him being nice, and caring- loving even, and I don’t know if I want to stick with him to see him blow up.

Ever since I saw my dad and had a meltdown he’s been different it seems. He cared for me then, he lied to me about his mom to hang out with me. We shared the hot moment in the back of his Hummer, we went out multiple times when we were with his mom and now he’s taking me out to dinner tonight.

I don’t know what to do. We’ve been back from our ‘trip’ for two days and he came over yesterday and watched movies with me, now he’s taking me out.

The boy that hurt me for so many years and tore me apart from my inside to the outside and is now trying to re-patch me back together.

I huff out a breath of air and get up off my lazy ass to get ready for tonight.

---

“You look amazing.” Harry smiles a toothy grin at me and helps me into his vehicle. I look down at my attire for tonight, a white lace dress with some black pumps and a leather jacket for company.

“Not too shabby yourself.” He laughs and shuts the door, jogging around to his side and hops in.

“Where to?”

“Well, I was thinking we could eat dinner and go to a party back at mine?”

“Yea, that’s fine with me.”

He sends another smile my way and grasps onto my hand, tangling his fingers with mine.

---

We pull up to a small building. It says Italy- that’s all.

“What’s this place?”

“Nothing much, but they have the best food ever. I promise.”

“Oh, Okay. Let’s go then.” I unbuckle my seat belt and meet Harry at the front of the car.

Harry kindly opens the door to the small restaurant and ushers me inside.

We walk in and see a man wiping of the register counter top, he looks up and smiles, “Hello! Welcome to Italy! Dinning in or to go?”

“In tonight.”

“Alright, sit anywhere you like and someone will be with you shortly!”

Harry nods at the shorter man and guides me to a booth in the back corner.

“I hope this place has good food.” I grumble, my stomach rumbling.

“They do I promise, the pastas are bomb.”

“Hello! My name is Nathaniel and I’ll be serving you tonight. Here are your menus and do you know what you’ll be drinking tonight?”

“Sprite please.”

“And a beer for me please.”

He nods his head a quickly scribbles the order down.

He turns to me, seeming to ignore Harry’s presence, “I’ll be right back.”

“O-Oh, okay.” I stutter out, not sure how Harry is going to react to another troublesome little boy.

I turn my head and look up to Harry who is currently burning holes in the back of the young man’s head.

I clear my throat, “So, the spinach ravioli sounds good. Yeah?” I try to act like nothing happen moments ago.

“Sure, but I was thinking about the vegetarian pasta and asking them to add meat sauce.”

I laugh a loud laugh, causing Harry to abruptly look up at me.

He furrows his eyebrows, “Is something funny?”

“Harry! You can’t get a vegetarian pasta and put meat in it! It won’t be vegetarian anymore!”

His cheeks tint a very bright color of red as a laugh some more.

“Hello, have you two made up your minds on dinner tonight?” The boy places our drinks in front of us.

I quiet down and let out a cough to mask all the laughter, “Yes, I’ll have the spinach ravioli.”

“Beautiful choice, just like you.”

I choose to ignore his comment and let him move on to Harry.

The boy turns and spits at Harry, “You’ll be having what?”

Mentally groaning I feel like this boy just wants his face smashed in.

“The same as MY lady.”

He nods, turns around and walks away from the both of us.

“Thank you Harry.”

He nods understandingly and takes a swig of his beer.

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“Alright babe, I’m going to the restroom, just chill out here. Drinks are in the kitchen and the dance floor is over there.” Harry points in a few directions and I just nod and look around at all the sweating bodies colliding with one another.

I stand and wait for Harry, but time seems to go by so I grab a drink and let it run through me.

“You like that? It’s a sex on the beach!”

I take a glance at the guy screaming in my ear, trying to be heard over the loud music. I know what kind of drink this is- dipshit.

“Yea! It’s uh, pretty good!”

“You look pretty good! Hey I know something we could do! WE could have sex on a beach!” He moves his eye brows up and down.

I stare at him in disgust and walk away from his retardation.

Finding my-self at the dance floor, I start to make my-self at home and let lose.

An up-beat song comes on and I start to move my hips faster, a guy with a platter comes pass me.

“Hey! Can i?” I point to the shots sitting on the tray, he nods and smiles at me, backing up so I can help myself.

I take one cup and throw it back. Taking a deep breath in, I grab two more and they’re gone just as quick as the first one. The guy cheers and passes me two more. After taking those, the hard liquor starts taking a toll on me, he pushes another to my face, but I giggle and push it away.

The guy walks off and leaves me in my drunken state to dance by my-self once again.

As I move my hips, someone with large hands grip my waste and pull my ass into their crotch.

One hand comes to my breast and gropes it make me moan. I move my hand to their head, as I feel their hair my eyes open and I slowly turn around.

That is not curly brown hair.

This is most definitely not Harry.

As I start to tell him I have to go, Harry comes in the picture and snatches me up, throwing me over his shoulder and carrying me up a flight of stairs.

He opens a bed-room door leads us through, closing it with his foot.

“It seems people cannot stay off of you. I’m here to show them you're mine.”

Harry growls and sits me down, trapping me between him-self and the wall. He digs in his pocket and brings a condom out.

He grips it in his mouth and undoes the belt and button on his jeans. Moving quickly he pulls down his layers and in one swift movement the condom is on.

“Harry we need to ta-“

Before I can finish Harry has me lifted up onto the wall and pushes into me.

My head falls onto his shoulder and I grip his biceps, holding on as he pounds into me, leaving me breathless.

“Sam- fuck” Harry moans.

He brings his hand down to where we meet and rubs my clit, adding pressure and more heat between the two of us.

I’m a moaning mess as he continues his assault on me.

When the words ‘you’re mine’ slip past Harry’s lips I feel like something inside me clicked and told me that this is not taking it slow.

I push my hands against his chest.

“Harry- stop!” It comes out like a bit of a moan, but I can’t help it.

“Stop!” That was enough for Harry to slow down some and open his eyes.

One last time, “Stop.”

Harry, nonetheless, confused, but pulls out- making me wince in the process.

“What’s wrong?”

I take a deep breath in and think back to my morning thoughts.

Should I stick around? Should I possibly put my-self through everything again? Has he really changed? Is he just using me? Will he break me again?

Taking a struggled breath, I look Harry in his eyes.

“Babe, is something wrong?”

I pray to God that I’m about to make the right decision here.

Leave Harry and get hurt?

Or

Let him treat me like a goddess and get hurt?

Notes

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***#Cliffhanger