Sweet Dreams

A One Direction Fan-Fiction. │Caution: This story has cussing and moments of intimacy. If you have a problem with any of those, then this might not be for you. │© Copyright 2014. All rights reserved. This material may not be reproduced, displayed, modified, or distributed without the expressed prior written permission of the copyright holder. For permission, contact Megan (: on Movellas.com


17. Chapter 17

  As I started to undress I noticed my phone starting to vibrate. It was a notification from Twitter. Ehh I'll see it when I'm done. Just as I was setting it down, my phone started vibrating again, but this time it didn't stop. Dude. What the. Actual. Fuck. I feel like I'm in a horror film right now. I locked the door to prevent any masked murders from getting in.

  I quickly picked it back up as it was falling off the counter. All from Twitter, except three, which were from Facebook. Since I had the least from Facebook, I checked those first. One friend request from David Jones? He must be related. I went ahead and accepted it and looked at the other two notifications. Damn game invites! Nobody plays Farmville! I shook my head and giggled. Who even gets on Facebook anymore? I guess this bitch just did. "I'm a boss ass bitch. Bitch. Bitch." I started singing and dancing. I stopped my self from laughing. Why am I like this?

  I giggled a little more and looked at my Twitter. Dayuum. Like seriously how did this happen? I received 87 follows, 22 mentions, and one DM. I looked my at my DM first since it was from Harry.

 Harry: Oops! Sorry babe, I didn't realize I just posted that on Twitter ;) Revenge my ass. I'm the boss when it comes to revenge gurl. *Snaps in Z*

 I laughed. What did I just read? Hahah- Wait. Posted what?! I messaged him back.

 Samantha: Harry Fucking Edward Styles.. What do you mean "Oops"? What did you do?

 I quickly went to Harry's page and froze when I saw his latest tweet. 856 retweets. 1035 Fucking favorites. I'm gonna kill him.  It was a picture of me sleeping on his lap, captioned: "@SahmamJo You're too cute! Oh, and did I mention you talk in your sleep? ;) "

 Ughh! Yup! He's so dead! I quickly slid my shirt back on and ran outside the bathroom.

 "Harry you have some explaining to do!" I yelled, searching for that stupid Twitter Tweeter. I could hear him talking in the Kitchen so I decided to tip toe down the stairs. Did someone come back already? I stopped just before the Kitchen door frame and peeked my head in. Oh he's on the phone? It'd be a shame if someone accidentally tackled him from behind! He had his back towards me so I took this a my chance. I slowly stepped forward then stopped.

 "Yeah, she'll be ready by next weekend. Trust me." He spoke as he paced back and forth.

 I quickly moved back behind the wall so he wouldn't see me. What is he talking about? None of that made sense.

 "Dude she doesn't remember a thing I promise." There was a short pause and his feet stopped shuffling. "Then that's Zayn's fault, not mine. She didn't want him, I could tell. It would have been months by the time he got her over there." He started pacing again. Shit I need to leave. Fuck the revenge, I'll get it when he's done, he sounds upset. I made my way up the stairs and stopped at the top.

 "Of course not! It's just business. I know." He sighed. "Look do you want her or not? Cause I could always take her back to the agency. I'm sure Pave would be pretty damn happy to have his daughter back." He paused. "Look. I'm gonna have to call you back... Alright, I will." He hung up and sighed again. 

 I started to quicken my pace as a quietly jogged back to my bathroom on my tippy toes. I'm glad I have carpeted hallways, other wise I would have been one loud ass mofo.

  I sighed as I turned on the shower. I respect his privacy and all, but seriously. What is going on? Who is this other girl? Was it a girlfriend of Zayn's? Wait that would make sense. Would it? 

  Geez I sound like some pathetic overly attached girl friend, and we've only been going out for how long? Right. A few days. Get over it Sam. At least you didn't practically grope the guy again. Why did I do that again? Uhh I'm such a girl slut. I hope he doesn't think that. I slowly undressed and stepped into the shower.

  I glanced at my wrists as I lowered my hands from washing my hair. The bruising is almost gone, but you can still see. Especially on my legs. I seriously am lucky. What if Mr. Hyde.. went all the way? I probably would have deserved it. What am I saying? Nobody deserves that. I felt a tear drop along with the warm water from the shower. I sat down and hugged one of my knees as I rested my head on the tub. Why do people do those types of things. Just thinking about all the girls and boys that have went through something like that makes me feel ashamed to even flirt with Harry after such a thing. How could I? I felt my throat become thick and heavy.

  A knock came at the door. "Sam? You ok? Not to point it out or anything, but it's been awhile since you've gone in." 

  I quietly stood up and wiped my face. "Yeah, I'm fine. I was just getting out actually." I turned off the shower and wrapped myself in a towel.

 "You don't sound ok. I'm coming in, alright?"

 "No!  I mean. No. Please don't. I'm not exactly dressed appropriately right now." I sighed.

 "That's ok, I won't look. I promise." He said softly. He slowly opened the door and looked up at me. His eyes didn't wonder, but I still didn't feel comfortable. "Are you alright sweetheart? It's ok, you can talk to me."

 "I'm ok, I promise." I said looking up at him.

 "Have you been crying?" He asked softly. He looked at me with gentle eyes. He slowly caressed my cheek, and rubbed it with his thumb. "Hey now. Where's that smile of yours?" 

  I looked down. "Do you want to talk about it?" He asked. I shook my head.

  "Please don't cry baby." He lifted my face to his. He looked as if he was about to cry himself.

  I wrapped my arms around him as he did the same for me. He kissed my head gently and rested his chin on top. "How about I just tell everyone your not feeling too good and that we'll get together another time. Maybe you and I could just relax a bit?" He suggested. I nodded my head not wanting to move from that place. Then I froze realizing I was still in my towel.

 "I should probably get dressed." I said removing my head from his chest. I smiled at him.

  He smiled back and kissed my cheek. "There's that beautiful smile." he whispered. 

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