Samantha Anderson
It had been three months without him. Every day that passed was filled with pain and frustration. All I wanted was to see him. All I wanted was to hug him, but I couldn't bring myself to take the step to see him in London. I couldn't bring myself to go there and find him. To be with him.
The day at the airport had left me broken. I felt like it was some higher power telling me to not be with him.
But, today, I knew that was wrong. Everything in my heart and soul told me he was the person for me, but as I stared at the computer screen at work, I knew he felt differently.
The past few weeks were littered with reports of him jet setting around Europe, spotted with different models and actresses, but nothing confirmed. His business was soaring and he had moved on.
I couldn't blame him. I was the one who didn't do everything in my power to find him. I was the one in a relationship when we met. I was the one who fucked everything up. He loved me. And it took we too long to accept that.
So here I sat at Tomlinson Designs, still holding out for someone who was far too good for me.
"Samantha," Louis said, sticking his head in. "Jones is here from marketing, he needs to discuss some information with you."
"Thanks Lou," I smiled at him, closing out of my internet window. "I'll be right in."
I brushed off my skirt as I stood and glanced in the mirror that stood in the corner of my office. I observed me outfit and my face. I looked tired. And sad. I fidgeted with the blouse I wore and glanced at the heels that stood on my feet. My style had suffered since Harry left. More black was in my wardrobe and my hair was almost never done.
I quickly patted down my hair and readjusted my outfit before going into the conference room. Louis was sitting at the table with Jones from marketing. They began to discuss the women's line with me and I listened intently. Not really focused too intensely. It was hard to when I was so concentrated a million different things around me.
Harry. Harry. Harry.
"Does that sound good to you?" Louis asked me.
"Uh, yeah, for sure!" I said, hoping I hadn't agreed to anything too horrible.
"Perfect, we'll set up the photoshoot in a week!" he said to me, shaking hands with Jones. I did the same. Once Jones was gone, Louis turned to me and sighed.
"What is going on with you, Samantha? I know for a fact you weren't listening to a word either of us were saying," Louis responded, looking at me. "Is it Harry?"
"How...?"
"Aria," he said to me, sighing. "I know about the airport."
"Yeah, well, it's never gonna happen for us, and it's fine," I said, hoping to not sound too sad. "He's gone, and I'm dealing with it."
Louis groaned, "Go to London, Samantha. You know it's what you want. And I know it's what he wants. All those reports would really surprise you how untrue they all are."
"I can't just go to London..." I trailed off, shaking my head. He looked at me with sadness in his eyes.
"You can and you will, you need to resolve things with him. You need resolution, Sammy, " he said to me. My heart pounded in my chest at his words. The thought of seeing Harry left me speechless and shocked. But I knew he was right. So right.
For my heart, I needed to see him. Even if it was to be the last time.
"You're right," I rasped, wiping my eyes of the tears that trickled down my cheeks. "I have to leave."
I stood up and grabbed everything I had in front of me, "Is...is that okay?"
"Please, go get him," Louis grinned.
This was the second time I was putting myself out there for Harry. This time I refused to not see him. I needed this for myself and I needed to either put him to rest or in my bed.
I was done acting like a sad little girl. I was gonna take life by the horns and get what the fuck I wanted. And that was Harry.
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As I landed in the airport in London, I grabbed my purse. Louis had been nice enough to provide me with a private plane for me to use. So I luckily was by myself with my thoughts. I grabbed my purse and zipped my shoes on.
I had dressed for the chilly London weather. Rain was already pouring and I threw my coat on. I was wearing black leggings with thigh-high boots. My shirt was a button down and I was in a long coat. I felt good as the plane landed and the door opened for me to get out.
I practically sprinted down the stairs and into the airport. I had only brought a carry on, not even giving myself time to bring clothes. My legs were exhausted as I lightly jogged through the airport. Part of the perk of being on a private jet is that I didn't have to deal with customs so I was quickly out onto a busy London street.
I hailed for a taxi and one finally parked in front of me.
"Where to?" his thick accent asked.
"The Styles building," I said to him, breathing heavily and holding my two bags close to me.
"Sounds good, sweetheart," he said, driving quickly. As we twisted and turned, the building quickly came into view. My heart pounded at the thought of seeing him in just moments.
He was so close to me. So, so close. All I wanted was to wrap my arms around him and hold him close. And kiss him.
The sights of London filled me and I smiled. Part of me wished he was in Paris. My favorite place to be with him. But I knew that would have been too good to be true. London was a different kind of beautiful than Paris. It was colder and less romantic, but the old buildings were insanely beautiful and the history of the country was so amazing.
However, I couldn't appreciate the beauty as my head was in the factor that I was moments away from Harry.
This drive seemed to last a lifetime, but soon we were parked in front of his work building and I was throwing money at the driver.
"Thanks so much," I said to him, getting out of the car, grabbing my bags. The rain was pouring and so I was nearly soaked as I ran inside the building. Harry owned the entire building, so I was able to go straight to the front desk and ask for him.
"Hello, I'm here to speak to Harry Styles."
"Do you have an appointment?" the blonde snapped, looking up at me like I was a desperate bitch.
"No, but my name is Samantha Anderson and I would really like to see Harry," I said to her, raising my eyebrows.
She rolled her eyes, grabbing the phone and dialing a number.
"Mr. Style, a Samantha Anderson is here to see you," her eyes widened as he responded. She looked at me intently after she hung up. "I'm so sorry Ms. Anderson, please, go up on Mr. Styles personal lift." She directed me to a roped off elevator and clicked the button for me. I stepped inside and tried to even my breath. The elevator practically flew and soon I was at the top floor of the entire building. I stepped out of the elevator and was met with an empty office, which I could only assume was Harry's office.
I glanced around and admired the view of London from the wall of windows that sat behind his desk. His office was very modern, with sleek lines and plenty of glass. I smiled, as I took a seat behind the computer, fiddling with my fingers as I waited for Harry. I wondered what he was thinking.
How surprised would he be to see me.
After a few minutes that felt like years, the door finally opened and I was met by the one person I had wanted to see for so long.
"Sam," he breathed, looking better than ever. He had trimmed his hair, yet it still fell around his shoulders. He had gotten buffer and his suit fit him better than ever. His mouth formed into a smile as soon as he saw me and I returned that smile.
"Harry," I said, tears filling my eyes as I flung myself into his waiting arms. We held each other tightly as I closed my eyes, tears streaming down my cheeks. "I missed you."
"I missed you," he said, holding me at arms length to look at me. "You look hot."
And there he was. The Harry I knew and loved. The sass. The absolute inappropriate comments that he consistently made at the worst times.
"Hi," I said, grinning at him.
"Hello," he said, looking down on me with his arms still around my waist. "I think I can guess why you're here."
I laughed and began to spill the feelings, "I'm so sorry. I was there at the airport and I'm so sorry. I should have come sooner. I just, I was so confused. I missed you. And I love you. God, I love you. And these last few months have been awful without you."
I rambled, wanting so deeply to say everything to him and more. He took a moment to think and moved me to sit down next to him. We sat in front of his desk and held hands as he began to speak.
"I love you. I'm sorry for not calling you soon enough, but I just felt like we needed time. After you said no, I didn't know what to do, Sam. I just, I needed time and I think you did too," he said, kissing my temple and resting his hands my hand. "I love you and I'm sorry for appearing as if I've moved on or something."
"I need resolution," I said to him. "So if that's us just realizing we need to be together and fuck it, than yes. But if not, if this is us having to finally be done, than we need to do that. But this is for you to decide. Because I know what I want. But I can't force you to do anything."
"I want you. I want all of you. I said 'fuck it' long ago, so let's fucking just do it. Be my girlfriend. Be the person I can depend on, I've never had that and I'm not going to be good at it. But I do know I will love you."
"Are you serious?"
"I've never been so serious."
Harry was so put together in this moment. He knew exactly what he wanted and the fact that I was what he wanted left me with absolute joy and happiness. I couldn't believe it.
"We're doing this?" I asked to him, smiling and biting my lip.
"We're so doing this," he laughed, finally kissing me hard, our lips touching for what seemed to be a million years.