I lost her trust, I knew she wouldnt trust me ever again. I made her feel like crap.
I worked up my courage to tryed to talk to her.
I walked downstairs and saw her on the couch.
Deep breaths Harry. Deep breaths.
I walked in and sat down across from her. She didn't even look up.
"Sam?" No answer. "Samantha please. I need to talk to you."
"What. You wanna tell me to go home so you can have some private time with Danielle? Hm?" She said crying. "No Sam. I wanted to tell you that she controlled me. I couldn't stop her. My body wouldn't let me. I'm so sorry Sam. I am so sorry."
Should I trust him? I know what I saw. But I also know how teenage boys 'feel'. "Hazza.. I love you. But...I'm not sure if I can trust you. How do I know you really felt that way? How do I know if you liked it? How do I know if you would've let her keep going if I hadn't had come? How do I kno-" He cut me off with a kiss. A very passionate kiss. I knew he meant it. He usually only pecks my lips. I believed him.
"Harry. I believe you. I love you" I said hugging him. "I love you too Samantha. I love you too."