Unexpected

Chapter 64

Samantha's POV:

I wake up the next day trying to reach out for Harry as I realize he isn't next to me. I slowly open my eyes and I slowly remember what happened last night. It feels weird not waking up next to Harry, it feels weird not cuddling into his strong and caring arms and it feels weird not having him here to pull me closer and place a small kiss on my forehead. I look over at the clock on the bedside table and realize its only 7am. I turn around and hide my face into the pillow, trying to sleep again but I can't. My mind is going crazy and the flashbacks from last night make it impossible to relax. I lay in bed my head still deep in the pillow trying to block everything out but without any success. I hear someone opening and closing the door downstairs and I guess its Harry, I wonder what he is doing up so early. I pull the pillow over my head trying to cover my ear with my hands and start to hum something. I don't want to remember anything from last night, I don't to be reminded that the fight with Harry was actually real, that we really didn't sleep in the same room. That he was alone, probably in the living room on the sofa, the whole night. I jump as I hear the door to the bedroom being opened slowly and I lift the pillow a little only to look at Harrys naked back. He drops something really heavy beside the bed and disappears right after that. I guess he didn't realize that I was watching him but I guess I wouldn't be able to look at his face and into his eyes anyway. As soon as the door is closed again my eyes focus on the thing Harry dropped beside my bed, our bed, his bed. I sigh as I think about it, I already miss him so much.

I see a really big package laying on the floor. As I finally manage to crawl put of the bed I see my name written on top of the package and I start to open it slowly. I wonder what it is and why would Harry drop it without even saying something. As I open the package I see a lot of paper and I realize this has to be something really expensive. I wonder what it is and as I dig deeper into the paper I feel something really soft and I grab it and softly pull it out of the box. I gasp as I finally see what it is it is a beautiful white dress covered with gold seams on the top of it. I know by the look at it that it will show my cleavage and too much for my liking but still this dress look beautiful. There are some silver shoes in the box as well and while I stand in front of the window turning and looking at myself while I hold the dress in front of me, I realize that this dress is most likely for the movie premier this evening. My heart instantly drops as I think of Harry and me going to the movie premier without even looking at each other, without even talking and this would be out first time in public as an official couple. But are we still a couple. I have no idea and it drives me crazy, my head starts to spin and I have to sit down because I suddenly feel extremely dizzy.

I wish I was strong enough to go down and talk to him but I know I can't and I know he won't talk to me, he is probably avoiding me and hating me already. Tears starts to appear in my eyes and I wipe them away angrily, I hate being such a little baby always crying about everything, why can't I be strong once, only for once. I slowly walk back to my bed and hide under the blankets, I wish I could just sleep a bit longer, forget about what happened and make this crazy thoughts in my head go away. The whole house seems empty and I cant hear anything other than the wind in the trees outside the house. I wish I could hear a sign from harry again but it seems like he is back in the living room, probably sleeping or trying to cancel the movie premier today.

I wonder who got me the dress and the lovely shoes, I wonder if we even go to the movie premier but I think we have to. Even management wanted us to go, the thought about 'us' hurts. Is there still an us, are we still together. I can't imagine not talking to Harry in such a long time, not hearing his voice in such a long time and I hate it. My heart feels so different it feels like there is so much pressure on my chest that it barely has space to beat and I have trouble breathing whenever I think about the way the lovely dinner ended last night. The way Harrys face expression changed when he talked to that guy and the way he grabbed my arm and talked to me after that. There was nothing careful and nothing loving in his actions. That's what scared me the most that he changed so quickly and that he seemed like a completely different person to me. This night was supposed to end so different, this whole week was supposed to be so different.

I wish Harry would come upstairs and talk to me but I know he wont, he is as stubborn as I am and we always drive each other insane. I wonder what he is doing, I wish I could just watch him, look at him. I start to get hungry and I have no idea how long I should stay up here and do nothing other than hiding under the blankets or staring at the white wall over me. I don't know how long I'm already laying here in bed doing nothing, but a look at the clock tells me that its already 9:30am and I think its time for me to get up and grab something to eat.

I grab my favourite jumper and some joggers, tie my hair together to one messy bun, take a deep breath and slowly open the door to walk downstairs. I walk straight into the kitchen and I don't know if I'm relieved to see Harry isn't there or if I'm disappointed that he isn't here. I walk to the fridge and grab the bottle of milk, grab some cereals and poor the milk into my small bowl before I sit down and start to eat. I still hear nothing from Harry and I suddenly have the feeling he isn't even home. What if he just left me here alone? My heart starts to beat like crazy, I don't know anyone here and I don't even know where I am. I only know I'm a bit outside of London somewhere where not really anyone else lives. I know he'll come back, he has to come back, is he even away. My mind is going so crazy that I can't even finish my cereal and I have to look for Harry in the living room, I can't stand the thought of him being away and the thought of me being here alone. I slowly walk towards the closed door to the living room and I push the door knob down, my heart beats faster as I see an empty room. I see the blankets on the sofa and the empty bottles of beer on the table in front of it. So he was drinking again, my heart aches as I look at the mess in the room. It seems like he had a rough night, while I was sleeping without hearing anything. I walk over to the window and open it, the air in this room is unbearable and the mess on the small table makes me crinkle my nose. I walk towards the table and start to grab the bottles of beer, together with the empty food boxes as my eyes focus on the cigarettes in front of me. He smoked again, he said he stopped. I clean the mess on the table and fold the blanket on the sofa while trying to get the pillows in the right order again. I through the bottles of beer away, together with the cigarettes and all the other stuff. Soon the living room starts to look like a living room again and right before I finish and want to sit down I hear the front door slowly opening. My heart nearly stops as I see Harry walking in, with two big bags in his hands. He looks wasted and his hair is pulled back to a ponytail on the back of his head. He wear a ripped black shirt and his ripped black jeans as always. His eyes seem dead as he looks at me, there is no expression on his face as his eyes wander through the cleaned living room. He waits for me to move away from the sofa before he places the bags on the table and sits down on the sofa. A look at the bags tells me that he went for more beer and more shit to eat. I want him to stop, my thought wander to the movie premiere tonight and to the way he acts whenever he is drunk.

“Harry, you should stop,” I manage to say and he slowly turns his face towards me.

His look scares me, his eyes are cold and his lips are pressed together in a thin line. He grabs a can of beer and slowly opens it while looking at me, it seems like he really wants to piss me off. His eyes are still on mine as he brings the can of beer to his mouth and takes some big sips.

“Harry, we have a movie premier to go to, tonight,” I remind him and I see a hint of surprise on his face.

Maybe he forgot about it, or maybe he already cancelled it.

My body freezes as he starts to speak, there is something so different about him, something that makes me want to leave in the next few seconds.

Thank you to all the people who understood that I was fcking busy and I still have a lot going on in my life so sorry for the really long wait. I try to ignore all the hate in the comments, just know if you hate that wont make me update any sooner. have a good night, love you all .xx