To Begin Again Will Always Be Hard

*** This uses the physical body of Harry Styles but is not a full blown fan fiction ***

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4. Sparking A New

Chapter 4 - Sparking a New

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There was a small strip of light glaring through the small crack in the curtains and straight into my eyes. I rolled over and grabbed for my pillow. That was when I began to realise that it wasn't my room. Then yesterday's events and mishaps rolled it's way into my mind. I curled into a ball, fretting what might happen if I were to leave the room.

I could here someone moving around in the main room and made up my mind to not leave the bed for quite a while. I pulled the covers up and grabbed my phone. Pulling down my notification bar I was surprised at just how many times Lukas and Jemma had called me. Then there were many missed calls from a number I didn't know. Then there were lots of  texts. Most just asking where I was and telling me I was stupid to trust a stranger. I hit clear and put down my phone, not having enough energy to even bother with them or finding out who the mystery number belonged to. It was probably a friend of Jemma's, letting her borrow their phone so I would be more likely to pick up.

Sighing I finally decided to get out of the bed,  which was surprisingly comfortable. I got dressed rather quickly and applied my make up in a rushed manner, not really helping me look less like a zombie. I picked up my suitcases and walked to the main room where I knew Harry still was, probably waiting for me. He looked up as the door creaked. His features were scrunched up in an almost disapproving, confused and upset expression. He stood up and walked over to me.

"I think I should go home," I stated, not looking at him and instead looking at the floor beside me.

"What?" Harry asked, sounding a little shocked.

"I think I need to go home."

"What do you mean? Back to the apartment where they both are?" My eyes welled up a bit as the image of them together flashed through my mind. "Do you need to get more stuff? I can go if you want?"

"No, I just think I should go back. It was stupid of me to stay with a stranger that I know nothing about," I said, I still hadn't looked at him.

"Samantha. No. If you really don't want to be here, that is up to you. But please, at least let me find you a hotel. You can't go back and stay with them. I can even pay for the hotel?" He offered.

"No, I'm going home."

"Sam. Look at me," I didn't move my eyes. "Samantha!"

Harry put his hand under my chin and tilted my head up so I would look at him. I shrugged out of his grasp and looked down again but it was apparent that he had seen the tears. I wasn't sure what he would do but he soon pulled me into a hug. His arms around my waist as he pulled me deep into his chest. I stood rigid until Harry kissed me on the head.

"Please stay," he whispered.

"I can't," I mumbled, my head still on his chest.

"Why not Sam?"

"Because you hate me."

Harry stepped away, but I only had a fraction of a second before his lips crashed down onto mine. He deepened the kiss and it wasn't long before my lips were moving along with his. He picked me up with ease and I wrapped my legs around his waist so he no longer had to bend down to kiss me. I heard him let out a soft moan as I slipped in my tongue. He pulled away though, breathing heavily.

"I definitely do not hate you Samantha," he said, leaning his head onto mine.

I giggled nervously and looked down. Harry nudged at my head with his own and as soon as I looked up he kissed me again. Only a short, quick kiss on the lips before he put my feet back on the ground.

"So will you stay?"

"I'll think about it," I said, hopefully showing no emotion on my face before I skipped to the kitchen.

It was almost ten in the morning and I was starving. I looked in the cupboards and in the fridge but found no cereal or eggs. Sighing I just grabbed out some bread, butter and the peanut butter and Nutella. As I made my sandwich Harry walked over to me with curiosity written all over his face. When I put the two slices together he looked shocked.

"What? Peanut butter and Nutella tastes just like a snickers," I said, a huge grin on my face. I offered him the other half of my sandwich and he took a bite.

"What have you done?!" Harry said. I still was unsure of whether he liked it or not. "This is delicious. How did I not know to do this?"

Well I guess he liked it. Giggling I skipped to the couch, still in a great mood from the kiss that happened not ten minutes ago. I grabbed the remote, switching off the current news channel to Disney channel.

"Hey! I was watching that!" Harry complained.

"Well I wanna watch Disney!" I said, pouting straight after.

"Fine!" Harry complied, looking depleted.

I smiled happily as I turned back to watch Wizards of Waverly Place.

 

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"You stink!" I yelled.

"No! You do!" Harry yelled back.

"Nuh ah!"

"Yuh hah!"

These types of lame insults had been flying around for the last five minutes as we tried to play twister with two of Harry's other friends. So far it had not gone to well. But I was pretty sure I was winning. Until James, a friend of Harry's fell on me, making us both tumble to the ground.

"You guys are out!" Harry yelled happily. I stuck my tongue at him and sat on the couch. I already liked the apartment and I was getting used to it. I would be happy to just grow old and die on this super comfy couch.

"I had sex on that chair once," James commented.

"EWW!" I yelled, jumping and running into my room.

 

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