I'll make it right

Sammy is a 16 year old girl who has lived her whole life long in Holmes Chapel. She watches as her best friend Harry becomes hotter over the years. But when he makes the cut for the X Factor and has the chance to live his dream her mother is diagnosed with a late stage breast cancer and she is forced to help provide for her younger siblings alone. Secretly she is in love with Harry and when he moves on and becomes part of One Direction she vows to raise her sisters on her own and that one day she'll find him again and tell him about her love. Will he feel the same? Or will Sam's heart be shattered?


3. Chapter 3


"Ow! Gemma Sam's asleep! Don't do that!" I heard Harry yell from the kitchen.

"Stop being such a baby!" Gemma replied back very loudly.

"GEMMA SHUT UP! AND STOP MAKING HARRY WHINE!" I yelled towards the kitchen.

"Sorry love"

"Sorry now that your up do you want to come to the train station with us?"

"Sure just let me change and get the girls up and ill be ready in a jiff." I said getting up off the couch and walking towards the stairs before memories of the night before flooded back in and I stopped in my tracks.

"What do I tell them?" I ask.

"We already got them up and there out side with mum...we decided to tell them that she...she...went to..to sleep...for...awhile...and...that...they'd...that...we'd..all see her soon. We thought that was the best way." Gemma stuttered tears threatening to leak over her eyes again.

"Thanks Gem." I said continuing up the stairs to Harry's room. Even though I'm 5'5 and he's 6'1 i fit into a lot of his clothes. But when I opened his closet all I found was one outfit hanging up with my favorite pair of sparkly Toms on the floor underneath it. I got undressed and slipped into the shower quickly. When i got out I wrapped up my hair in a towel and slipped into the clean pantys and bra that were hanging on the hanger. Then I slipped into what must've been Gemma's skinny jeans and a very cute flowy strappy top that I'd seen Mrs.Styles wearing. I slipped on my Toms and stood by the mirror. For a girl that had just lost her mother I looked fairly good. My long brown hair was still wet and piled into a messy bun on my head, my eyes were filled with hurt but were they're normal grey-green color. My skin was ghastly and pale, like the winter always made it. I flew down the stairs and out the back door.

"Sissy!" my four year old sister shouted.

"Samwee I want mumwee!" my one and a half year old sister cried from Harry's mum's arms.

"I know Adelle but we have to let mum rest for now" I said quietly while picking up Paige and bouncing her on my hip.

"MUM WE HAVE TO GO NOW! IS SAMMY READY YET?" Gemma yelled from her window.

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