Unexpected

Chapter 78

Samantha’s POV:

“Sam we need to leave,“ Harry calls for me.

“I’m coming,“ I tell him.

I’m sitting on my stupid suitcase trying to close it.

“Is your suitcase ready?“ Harry yells again.

“Yes I’m coming,“ I yell back and grab my suitcase and run towards the stairs.

Harry is waiting downstairs; he’s wearing his black skinny jeans again, with a black button down shirt and a fedora on his head. I’ve never seen him wearing a fedora, but it looks amazing. I can’t stop staring at him but continue walking down the stairs, as he smiles at me I miss one step and stumble down the next few steps before I manage to grab the railing and avoid myself from falling down the stairs. My suitcase instead makes his way down the stairs without me and as I look into Harrys face, he has his eyes wide open but laughs as he realises I’m okay.

“Well, well,” he shakes his head amused.

“Don’t speak,” I continue walking and push my hair out of my face.

Harry continues laughing, he grabs the suitcase and brings it towards the door, after that he turns towards me and still smirking. He offers me both of his hand and I take them.

“Are you okay?” he asks me and I notice the way he tries to hold back his laughters.

“Yes I am okay” I raise my eyebrows, looking at him with big eyes.

“Okay good,” he chuckles.

I slap his shoulder playfully.

“Ouch,” he plays as if I actually hurt him and we both end up laughing. “We should probably get into the car,” he adds and I nod and grab my handbag. “but first” Harry continues and pulls me closer “come here” he puts his arms around me and his lips touch mine softly.

“I love you,” he whispers as he pulls back and I smile and hug him tighter for a short moment.

“and I love you,” I tell him.

Harry smiles down at me and pokes my nose with his finger before he turns around and opens the door.

“Lets go, we’re late,” he gestures me to leave the house.

I take a deep breath and step outside. I don’t really want to leave and get back to the US. I want to stay here forever, just with Harry. I like America and I miss it as well, I guess I’m just scared of the whole drama that will appear in the newspapers and on TV.

We arrive at the airport just in time, we still need to hurry to check in and do all that stuff. I don’t really know what to do because I never did it before. I watch Harry as he talks to different people, hands them our passport and stuff. I watch him sort of amazed because he seems so professional at everything he does.

“Lets go,” he grabs my hand and pulls me with him.

“Harry,” I whisper, but he doesn’t react.

I see the people recognizing us, him. They start to whisper, and turn around, cameras snap pictures and Harry starts to walk faster. I have no idea where we’re going but Harrys grip around my hand gets harder and I know this is not the time to ask questions, so I just follow him.

We walk through the security check as fast as we can, and then head right into the VIP lounge. Harry murmurs some weird things to the guy at the entrance and hands him some money, and then he finally turns around to face me.