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**


30. Next Morning

Harry's POV_
I woke up the next morning on the couch. I have a large thumping sound in my head; showing a headache. I slowly walk over towards the kitchen to grab a glass of water. To my surprise, nobody is there. I would've expected somebody in here. I'm usually the last to wake up, well, after Zayn. 

I sit upon the counter top and seat drinking from the cup. I look across the kitchen and memories flush in mind of last night. I almost kissed Samantha. I mean, well I wanted to. She seems nice, and funny. I feel bad for her. When I first met her I expected to have somebody always in my face, screaming and taking hundreds of photos of me and the lads; but I was wrong. She's the total opposite..she's...different. I assume her and Niall are dating but lately, it doesn't seem as if they are. Maybe, they have problems? I don't know, I'm sure Niall wouldn't do that to a girl. So it can't be that. I don't know. I just don't see the chemistry between them two. I expect Niall to be all lovely-dovey with her; always playing kisses with her, play fights, playing with her long black hair...being the reason to hear her cute laugh. Making her show her beautiful smile, making Samantha happy-What am I saying? I shouldn't be thinking about that, or her. She's with him, I can't be falling for her. How? I don't even talk to her much,or at all. Something about her...makes me thin twice. But...why?

"Morning" a voice says, taking me away from my thoughts.
I look up to see her. She's wearing some sleeping shorts, and a black middle shirt with her hair in a bun.

"Hello? Earth to Harry?" She laughs as she gets an apple from the fruit bowl.

"Uh? Oh yea, morning" I say.
"No I'm wide awake" I explain.
She's talking to me more.

"How was sleeping on the couch? Uh? Put yourself in the dog house?" She says. I don't answer, I'm too busy looking at her. She looks, cute wearing her sleep wear.

"Huh? Did ya? Did ya? Did ya?" She says.
"No I just crashed" I manage to say between laughs.

She starts to laugh before taking another bite of the apple.

"Where is you're boyfriend?" I ask. 
"What? Who?" She asks, almost confused.

"Niall. Where is he?" I say. How can she seem so confused?
"Oh yea, he's asleep."
"In your room?"
She looks at me as if I'm stupid.
"No, in his room" 

Boyfriend that sleeps in his own room? Crazy if you ask me.

"Oh" I say. She seems to be offended.

"Why you ask?" She quickly says.
"Just wondering.."
"Oh, ok" she says, slowly nodding.
With that, she leaves the kitchen.

I didn't mean to ask that many questions. I didn't intend for her to seem offended. I'm just worried... 

What am I doing? Why am I worried? I shouldn't even be worried. I shouldn't be thinking about this, or her in this way; it's just something about her that is making me act like this.

But why....

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