Remember Me? **Sequel to Cyberbullied**

Its been about 3 years since Samantha had seen her past highschool buddies and boyfriend. But what happens when the boys held a contest? Will they remember Samantha? Will 3-year-old promises be still kept..?

**Sequel to Cyberbullied**


11. Music in the Night

Samantha's POV


*same night**


I had stayed in my room by myself. I took took of my contacts and placed on my glasses. I decided to leave my hair in a bun and go to sleep.

I tried to sleep but too many thoughts crossed my mind. So like I would usually do, I put on my earphones and listened to a song. I would say music, but I had listen to that song on repeat. The song was "How to love" my Lil Wayne, I don't care about the rumors about him, I'm not that much of a fan, just, I guess I can relate to that song in way. How? Well at one part it says that 'she' can't have a man stare at her without being insecure, I'm insecure but I just don't show it. I listened to the song on repeat, I layed on the bed, staring at the room, my new room. I glanced at the little clock beside the bed. 10 at night, not that late. I then glanced then towards the window. I switch the song, from "How to Love" to "No One" by Alicia Keys.


The window, it looked like the one in the picture, I sat at the wood part and stared out. I saw the moon, not many stars, I could see that some tree's were already losing leaves. Fall was coming. As I stared, I turned up the volume louder on the earphones. I couldn't help but sing a part of the song.


🎵 You and me together, Through the days and nights, I don't worry 'cause everything's going to be alright 🎵 I sang.


Niall's POV__

I feel bad about the whole plan thing. I mean if only the lads remembered Samantha then, they wouldn't want be apart of the plan. I don't see how hard it is not to remember her, so yea she has her hair black and no longer wears glasses and wears that stupid glove of hers. What the heck is the deal with that anyway? Samantha only wears it on one hand, are girls doing that now? She has worn that ever since she got here, well that I've seen her. 


I walked passed by her room, then I heard singing, and sniffling. I quietly opened the door. She had long sleeves, pajama pants, and the glove. I called out her name, but she continued singing. 


"Samantha? " I repeated. No answer. As I approach her, I noticed she had earphones on, and she was continuously sang. I placed my hand onto her shoulder. 


"Fuck!" Samantha whispered as she jumped with fright.

I couldn't help but laugh at her reaction.

"What do you want?" She said with a straight face.

"Are you on your period or something? Why attitude?" I joked.

"No" she said, taking off her earphones. 

"What's wrong?" I asked. My smiled had quickly faded away.

She stared at me before speaking again. 

"What's wrong with me? What wrong with you?" She asked.

"What did I do?" I asked.


"You and the boys were being assholes to me!" She said, standing up.

My eyebrows arched in anger. 


"But nothing Niall, I know I've only been here for like 2 days, at least before you all start being asses, have a good reason" she continued, trying to hold back tears.


"Tell me why. Why are you all being mean to me," Samantha asked, her voice slowly breaking.

I faced the floor.

"Get out, if you aren't gonna tell me why, then get out" she cried. 

I looked up at her, tears running down her face. Her glasses became foggy from her tears.


"The boys...they wanted to do it...they don't want to have to live with a girl..." I admitted. 


Her face became even sadder.

"They....what?" She asked.

"We didn't know who you were. Before I relized who you were, we made the plan. The plan was that we would treat you like shit so you wouldn't want to live with us after the 6 months. I tried telling them this morning to cut it off and they just made fun of me" I continued. 


"Made fun of you why?" She said, wiping a tear from her cheek. 

"They thouht that I liked you, like, like like" I said.

"So you thought the best way to let them make fun of me and to you just to watch?"

"I said I was sorry" I reminded her.

She took of her glasses, wiped her tears and faced at the window. 

"Samantha....." I said, coming near her.

"Y'all made me feel the same like Taylor did" she whispered. 


I felt, guilt. I would never do that to her. She was--I mean my best friend. I couldn't even do that to her.


I came up to her in a hug.

"I'm sorry...." I repeated. 

She turned around, now facing me. 

"Do they remember me?" She asked, hugging me.


She sniffed. 

"I promise I'll be by your side tomorrow" I said. She pulled away.

"Don't say that word"

"What word?" I asked.

"Promise." She replied. 

"Why" I asked.

"All promises that were given to me were broken" she answered. 

I didn't understand what she was trying to say.

"Euh-then I will be by your side tomorrow" I said, pulling Samantha back into a hug.

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