Harry and Sam are neighbors. But are they more?


4. 4.

Sams POV 


I woke up in the morning to my phone buzzing:


-Go to hell bitch!

-What the fuck is wrong with you?!?!




Maybe I will. I got up and limped to the kitchen. I grabbed a knife and gashed my wrists. I cried as hard as I could as it entered my skin. "AHHHHHH!!!!" Harry took the knife away. I fell to the ground in tears. He kneeled next to me in sobs. "Why?" He hugged me. I pushed him away. "Everyone hates me…" "What? I don't hate you…" "Yeah, well your fans do…" "Where's your phone?" "Side of the bed." He set a rag on my wrist and ran upstairs. He came back down with my phone and smashed it to the ground. "Harry!" "I'm not letting you suffer." He kneeled next to me. "I'm gonna go get dressed as fast as I can and then we'll get you stitches." I nodded. He tried to kiss me but I turned my head. "Kiss me baby." I turned my head and softly kissed his cheek. He ran upstairs and came back down dressed. He slid sweatpants on to me and picked me up bridal style. He carried me out where Zayn was waiting in his car. Harry got in with me still on his lap and closed the door. "Give me a real kiss baby…" I shook my head. He pulled down the separator and clamped it shut. "Then I'll kiss you." He pressed his lips against mine kissing me romantically. I kissed him back. "We've been together for 4 days." He chuckled. "And?" I asked. "Oh nothing. It just feels like forever." The car stopped. "WE'RE HERE!!!" He said. Harry carried me inside and I got my stitches. He carried me out where there were angry fans everywhere. Harry ran past Zayns car and all the way to his house.

Join MovellasFind out what all the buzz is about. Join now to start sharing your creativity and passion
Loading ...