Unexpected

Chapter 65

Samantha's POV:

“Maybe it was a bad idea inviting you here and agreeing to bring you to the movie premier,” Harry says and my heart drops.

“Harry stop,” I try to make him stop but he raises his hand.

“Don't tell me what to do,” he speaks, louder than before.

“Harry, please!” I sigh and sit down on the couch.

I don't want to fight anymore.

“What please? Are you fucking serious Sam, are you fucking serious?” his voice is getting louder and louder.

“What do you mean?” I whisper shocked over the fact he nearly screams at me.

“Don't act like this little innocent whatever, don't just don't. I changed so much because of you but its seems like,” he stops and throws the bag on the couch “but it seems like you give a fuck about it. Do you actually realise how much I did just for you?” Harry walks a few steps closer to me, his eyes look wild but I know he is a little drunk.

“I appreciate everything you did for me Harry,” I manage to say, my voice is nothing more than a whisper.

“You do right?” Harry laughs but the laugh doesn't reach his eyes.

“Yes,” I nod.

I try to look into his eyes but I can't, the look he has is to different and I realise how much I've actually hurt him.

“You're a fucking joke,” he yells and laughs again “A fucking joke,” he repeats.

“Stop being rude, please,” I beg him, I try to hold back the tears.

I'm not used to a Harry talking to me like that. He seems so different, so freaking different. Yeah he seems hurt and all I want is that he calms down and we can talk about it like two normal people.

“No Samantha, I wont stop, cause I did so much for you and then I meet some fucked up fuckers from my past and for once I act like I used to act 24/7 and all you do is fucking throw it back to my face and tell me what an awful person I am.” he takes a deep breath as I force myself to look into his eyes. “I never planned to meet those fuckers, I never planned this, all I wanted was for us to have a nice dinner, I never planned that this would happen.” He continues and I slowly stand up from the couch and walk closer to him.

I look into his eyes as I take the last step and close the distance between us. He looks away and I can see his body straightening up. I slowly lift my hands and put them on his chest, hoping it would make him look down into my eyes.

“Harry, I was shocked, hurt and everything. This is new for me too, okay. Don't be like that now, please don't” I whisper, tears are now streaming down my face, I wipe them away and put my hands back on Harrys body.

He takes a step backwards but I immediately follow him and my hands wrap around his neck. I try to pull his face down, I need him to look into my eyes and tell me everything will be okay again. I need him to tell me he still loves me.

“Stop Samantha,” He says, his voice is deep and full of anger.

The way he says Samantha makes me shiver, not in a good way but in a bad way. He never spoke my name that way, he never used my full name to tell me off.

“Harry please look at me,” I beg him. “Please, look at me,” I pull harder but he is too strong.

“Its better if you leave this room now,” He tells me and my heart stops for a moment.
“Harry,” I whine but he shakes his head.