I'm In Love With You

Samantha has had a rough life. From being abused by her parents, to living on her own at 17. When she gets a recording contract from a big agency, she beings a new lifestyle. She meets many new famous people and has many short "relationships" with them. When she meets One Direction, she thinks will be just like every other relationship she's ever had. She expects them to use her and have nothing more than a one night stand. Falling in love is not an option.


25. Home

*Sam's POV*

The pain was getting worse. My chest constantly ached, I had a horrible headache all the time, it hurt to move, to breathe, to do anything. But I didn't let the boys know. If they knew they would fuss and fidget over me. They would probably even take me back to the hospital. I didn't want that to happen. I knew that I didn't have much time left and I didn't want to spend that in the stupid hospital. I wanted to spend it with the people I loved, in my own home. 

The news of my cancer was kept quiet, only Mr.Biggs was told. He gave me a bunch of money and I put it aside for Harry and his later family or the boys or whoever, it was for them to decide. I didn't want anyone to know, if they didn't have to know. It was embarrassing, having to be helped in the shower, get dressed, brush my hair, get from room to room and to even cook and eat food. It was horrible. I hated living like this. But I kept pushing on. For the boys. I hated that I was putting them through this. I knew they loved me, that they cared about me, but I didn't know it was this much. I didn't know that they would stick around and help take care of me like they've been doing. Especially Harry. When he said that he would stick around though it all, he meant it. He held my hair back when my stomach wouldn't handle food, he helped me shower and get dressed. He did most of the work. The other boys mostly entertained me. It got pretty boring just sitting at home all day for a few weeks.

I knew they were just trying to keep me as comfortable as possible for when the end comes. I wanted to take care of them too. I set up funeral arrangements, and even a will. They were all in it. I was leaving them my flat and quite a bit about of money each. I knew they wouldn't want it, so I didn't tell them about it. 

A few weeks after leaving the hospital, I woke up and the pain was worse than its ever been. I couldn't even move. 

"Harry?" I called out. He was in the room within seconds. 


"Can you help me to the living room?" I asked, not wanting him to know how much pain I was actually in. 

"Of course love." He came over and helped me swing my legs off the bed and put them on the ground. I didn't know if they would hold my weight, so i leaned as much as I could on Harry. He basically carried me out into the living room and helped me sit on the couch between Liam and Zayn.

"How're you feeling today?" Zayn asked sweetly. I smiled at him.

"Fine. You?" I asked and he grinned.

"I'm doing okay love." He kissed me on the cheek then carefully got up off the couch. Liam and I made more small talk, then turned to the tv. We watched countless movies and tv shows before I fell asleep.

When I woke up, I didn't know what time it was. I was in my bed so someone had carried me. I looked at the clock on my nightstand, it was 4:56 in the evening. There was also a note. I picked it up, it was Harry's handwriting.

"Sammich, we've gone to the store, we'll be back soon :) -Hazza" I smiled and the note, but my smile quickly faltered when a sharp pain shot up from my stomach, through my chest, and up in to my head. It was several minutes before it went away. 

I think that was a sign. This was the end. My life was coming to a close. I wasn't sad though, which was odd. I thought I'd be crying. But I was calm. I reached down under the bed, grabbing an album and ignoring all the pain that shot through my whole body. This was my favorite album, it contained all of my happiest moments. I flipped though it slowly, remembering each event. My eyelids were getting really heavy and I felt so tired. I was about to doze off when I head the front door open. I opened my eyes a sliver and it was hard to do. I just wanted to keep them closed. 

"Sam? We're back!" Harry yelled. I was too tired to respond. "Sam?" Harry yelled again. Then I heard footsteps and my door opened. I opened my eyes again, as much as I could. All the boys were standing there. They all quickly walked towards me, Harry grabbing my hand. I smiled up at their faces surrounding me. 

"Sam? What's wrong?" Louis asked nervously. 

"I love you all. I love you so much, please don't forget that." I said. It took all my strength to get it out, but I knew it would be worth it. I smiled at each one of them and they all had tears running down their faces. "Please don't cry" I barely got out. But they must have heard me because they all wiped at their faces. I laughed weakly. This was it. This was my end. My story was coming to a close. 

"I love you" was all I got out before my eyes finally closed and I drifted off to sleep. I knew i wouldn't be waking up. But I kept a smile on my face and embraced death as if it were a friend I hadn't seen in a while.


*Harry's POV*

"I love you" it was barely more than a whisper but we all heard it. It was the last words she said before her eyes closed completely. No. No. She wasn't going to leave me. Not like this. I let go of her hand and grabbed her shoulders, shaking her, yelling, screaming, begging for her to wake up. This wasn't fair. She couldn't just be taken from life like this. Liam and Zayn pulled me away and I sank into their arms, letting the sobs take control of my body. Louis called an ambulance, just incase there was a chance that she was still alive but unconscious, but I knew she was gone. I could feel it in my heart. I turned and cried into Zayn's shoulders, not being able to bear the sight of that ghostly smile on her lips. She looked so happy and so peaceful. 



~A week later~ 

The week following Sam's death was uneventful. The ambulance came and they tried to shock her, but it was in vein. There was no bringing her back. She was gone. And she had taken a part of me with her. I had fallen so badly for this girl, in such a short amount of time, just to have her ripped from me when we were finally together. 

She already had a funeral planned, and it was today. Surprisingly it was in a church. We all dressed up in the appropriate black and we were all silent as we went to the church that was just down the road. 

The service wasn't long, it was to the point. Not many people came, just us, Mr. Biggs, a couple of her friends, and surprisingly her parents. When the service was over, everyone left to go to out to the burial site. I stayed behind, with the photo album Sam had in her hands when she died. No one had looked through it. No one had the heart to. But I wanted to know what was so important to her that she spent her last moments looking through this old thing. 

I opened it to the first page and saw pictures of a little Sam. She was adorable, and she didn't look much different. I looked at the next couple of pages and realized that in all the pictures, she had some bruises on her and some cuts. That's when her parents started abusing her. A single tear rolled down my cheek. How could they have done something like that to a poor innocent little girl and then have the nerve to come to her funeral. I wiped my eyes and continued looking. There were a lot of pages of her and her friend from California, Sam. It showed how they both had grown. There were pictures all the way from middle school to high school, right before she left. The next page was only a picture of Sam and his suicide note to her. 

Then, there were pictures of her at the start of her singing career. In the recording studio, at award shows, at signings, everything. 

Then there were pictures of all of us, the boys and her. She looked so happy. I was glad that we could bring this much happiness to a girl who deserved that and so much more. There were five pages for all of us. I thought that was the end, but there were two whole pages that were of me and her. Some just of me, some of us doing cute couple things and then some that were just us being idiots together. I smiled and a few more tears fell down my cheeks. I was going to close the album when I noticed a note written on the last page. 

"To my boys,

I love you all so much and I'm so sorry for putting you through all of this. I can't believe you've all stuck around me this long. I know I'm a handful. But thank you. Thank you Louis for making me laugh and giving me the best friend ever. Thank you Niall for helping me get back on my feet. Thank you Zayn for being the sweetest thing ever and always cheering me up. Thank you Liam for always being supportive and looking at the bright side even when the rest of us were negative. And of course, thank you Harry, for loving me and letting me love you. You've all given me so much. So I want to give back. I think you'll find my will very interesting ;) Oh and to my parents:"  Then there was a picture of her sticking her tongue out and flipping the camera off. 

So very Sam. I smiled then shut the book. I stood up and left the church, got in the car where all the boys were patiently waiting and we left. 



(A/N) the story is not over! there is one more chapter! and i think it'll surprise you all. but this is the end of Sam. I loved her. I cried when she died. the next chapter will be very short.

I think that's all i have to say.

Thanks for reading, commenting, favoriting, and liking :) I love you all <3

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