I'll Be Your Romeo

Samantha Levine hates One Direction. Well, not hate, she doesn't know much about them. It's more of a strong dislike.I mean, who can obsess over man-whorish, carrot-loving, boring, vain, hungry, boys? Plus, the one song she's heard of them is kind of annoying and whiny. But when the boys come knocking on Sam's door, what will happen? Read to see if Sam can change her feelings for these 'special' boys.

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4. Chapter 3

Niall's P.O.V

Holy mother of god. When Sam came downstairs dressed like that, my heart melt. She was wearing a tight shirt that had the words 'Paramore' written across it. She also wore grey sweatpants and 'PINK' written across the bum. I loved her glasses most of all. She looked so sweet with them; even better without her contacts.

My mouth gaped open as I stared at her. She bit her bottom lip, and I could tell she was holding back tears as she sat next to me. I felt bad that I was staring, and whispered in her ear, "You look adorable." I smiled. She smiled and looked down at the ground. My god, she was so cute.

Louis says we should watch a film, so we all suggested something. To tell the complete truth, I didn't want to watch a scary movie, but I knew that she'd snuggle up to me.

She was always buring her head into the crook of my neck with my arm around her waist. By the end of the film, she was in my lap, shaking. "Are you alright Sammie?" I chuckle. She nods her head slowly and drags herself off me.

"I'm tiredddddd!" Louis whines. "Here, I can show you boys your rooms." Sammie says, getting up.

She shows us the two guest rooms and hands us each a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt. "Here. These were my brothers. Before...." Sammie trails off. She walks down the hall to her room, muttering a goodnight. I had to see what is up.

Sam's P.O.V

I walk down the hall to my room, holding the tears that threatened to spill. I manage to brush my teeth before collapsing on my bed under the blanket, muffiling my sobs as I hold on tight to the picture of my brother.

 I guess I should explain. I loved my brother more than anything before he.. passed. His name was Andrew, and I loved him more than anything in the whole world. He was diagnosed with IBC Breast Cancer. All his hair left from his body, and he couldn't stop listening and singing that song 'Cancer' by My Chemical Romance. After a year, he died. I was devastated. He was so young, only 18. I miss his hugs. His advice. When he ruffled my hair. I even miss when he teased me. I guess you never know what you have until it's gone.

I hug the picture tighter to me and bury my face in the pillow, pulling the duvet over my head so the boys won't notice. A minute later, somebody walks into my dark room and lies down next to me, the duvet pulled over his head also so he could see me.

"Babe, what's wrong?" Niall asks. "I-I'm okay."

"That didn't answer my question. What's wrong love?"

I told him about how the clothes were Andrew's, and about his tragic death.

"Awhh, Sam." Niall says, pulling me into a hug. My hands were pressed up against his chest, his arms wrapped around me. My tears fell silently on the black My Chemical Romance shirt he had borrowed from Andrew. He held me like that for a long time, when I felt him begin to get up.

"Niall." I croaked shakily."Please s-stay." He gives me a half smile, and climbs back in, pulling the duvet off our heads. I listen as he quietly sings one of his songs he tells me, 'Little Things'. His voice was amazing and the song was so sweet that it nearly brought me to tears. I finally close my eyes, ending the long tired day.

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