Sara's POV
I laid flat on the bed, staring up at the ceiling. There is a huge thunderstorm going on outside and I cant sleep no matter how hard I try. Every time I'm close to drifting off to sleep, the loud sound of thunder wakes me up again so I've given up. Luckily I was awake when my phone started to vibrate against the side table. I picked it up without checking the caller I.D.
"Is it okay if I call you?" Samantha's voice came through the phone, sounding surprisingly awake for this time of night.
"You kind of already are but yeah its fine. How are you?"
"Honestly, not good." She answered. I was taken aback by her reply. I was certainly not excepting to hear that come out of her mouth.
"Why? Whats wrong?" I asked.
"I have so much work to do for these university classes. I barely have time for myself anymore and Niall is starting to get annoyed with me because I've been kind of tense lately. It also doesn't help that these courses are extremely hard. Like who cares what a Myocardium does?" She exclaimed. I couldn't help but laugh. Sara has always been someone that complains about every little thing. She would complain about the font size on her computer if she didn't like it. I honestly don't know how Niall doesnt seems to notice things like this. I don't know, maybe he does and he just deals with it.
"Samantha, a Myocardium is another word for your heart so I'd say its pretty important."
"Whatever, I'm just saying this stuff is really hard and I could use some help from Mrs.Valedictorian." She complained, once again.
"I'll tell you what, the twins have their 20 week doctors appointment tomorrow but come over after and we'll work on it together. I could use some company besides the twins." I laughed.
"What about Harry?" She asked. Harry and I have been a lot better lately. Communication could be a bit better but other than that things seem to be going well.
"He's been really busy with work lately. The guys have been working really hard on the new album. Oh that reminds me, Harry is going over to Zayn's tomorrow to do some more writing so he'll be there for most of the day and probably most of the night so maybe you could slay over." I suggested.
Ever since Harry and I have decided to move out, everyone else is slowly starting to do the same. Zayn bought his own place and Louis is thinking of moving out into Eleanor's place. Eventually I think Louis will move out so that will leave three of them in the house and the house will be too big for just Liam, Niall, and Samantha. Honestly, I thought Liam would have moved into Emma's place already. I mean they been dating for a while now. Ideally, Liam will either move in with Emma or buy his own house so that leaves Niall and Samantha who will hopefully, eventually move in together.
"I would but I leave on my trip the day after tomorrow." She replied. Oh right, how could I forget.
"That's right. You never told me why you were going. All I know is that your going back to Wolverhampton with Liam and Niall."
"It's been two years Sara." She trembled quietly.
"What are you talking about-" I stopped immediately after my mouth had caught up with my mind. The rush of guilt ran through me faster than my own blood. Friday is April the 27th. The day her and Liam's parents died. I remember the day she found out like it was yesterday.
*
"Samantha! What happened? Please talk to us." Ryan shouted. I can't begin to comprehend what I had just witnessed. Everything was going as per usual when Samantha received a not so normal phone call.
"Your scaring me Samantha. Tell me what's going on right now!" I demanded. Still nothing. Her eyes were opened as wide as they couple possibly open and they moved from side to side, never pausing to stop.
All of a sudden she placed both of her hands on the table and quickly stood up from her seat. Before I could stop her, she was running towards the exit of the lunch room. I instantly got up and followed her to wherever she was escaping to. I could feel the eyes of every student in the room only it didn't bother me because I have bigger things on my mind to worry about.
"Samantha!" Ryan called out. I didn't know he was behind me until I heard his booming voice. We followed her until we reached the girls bathroom. Without hesitation I rushed in just as one of the stalls was slammed shut.
At this point, I have no idea or any plan about how to handle this situation. I still have no idea what's going on. "Samantha! Please open the door! Tell me what happened!" I pleaded.
*
Ten minutes later and I was still standing next to a closed stall. Girls have come in and out of the bathroom probably wondering why I've been in here for so long. Samantha continues to ignore me and honestly, I'm running out of ideas and time. If she doesn't tell me soon, I'm going to have to leave her to go to my next class. I would hate to leave her like this but it's my final year in school so everything is very important.
"Samantha if you don't come out then I'll have no choice but to leave when the bell rings. I can't help you if you don't tell me what's going on." I heard shuffling on the other side of the door before the lock slid open. Slowly but surely the door opened, revealing a shaking scared girl. I didn't move, I just looked. She walked over to the mirror and examined herself.
All of a sudden she collapsed into a pile full of tears and more sobs. I rushed over to her side and picked her up before holding her in my arms. I felt as her cries got quieter and quieter. I rubbed her back in order to clam her down.
"Now can you tell me what's going on?" I questioned.
I looked at her expressing, it being full of pain and sadness. "My parents were killed in a car accident this morning." I was in complete and total shock. I never in a million years thought I'd hear those words come out of her mouth. I was close to her parents almost as much as she was. They took me in as almost one of their own. They truly cared about me, even more than my own do.
"We'll get through this, together. I promise." I reassured her, wiping her remaining tears aways.
*
"How long will you be you be gone for?" I asked, not knowing what else to say with the way this conversation has turned.
"Only a few days so I'll be back on Sunday."
"Do you want me to come with you? For support. I can leave the twins with a babysitter when Harry can't watch them." I offered. I already know what she is going to say hut I thought it would be nice to offer because I want her to know that I'll always be here for her.
"No that's okay. I know how much you hate being away from the twins and besides, I have Niall and Liam coming with me." She replied. It's a really good thing Niall is going with them because he won't just be a comforter for Samantha but for Liam as well. It doesn't matter what has gone in between both of them, I know they will always be there for each other.
"Look, I have to go. Niall just got home so I should get to bed. I'll talk to you tomorrow." I turned my phone to look at the time and was surprised to see it was past two o'clock in the morning.
"Just got home? Where could he possible have been at this time of night?" I asked.
"He was just out. It's nothing you have to worry about. I can handle it. I have to go. Bye." With that being said, she hung up the phone and the conversation ended. I decided to just put my phone away and call it a night because I know I'll be up with twins early in the morning.
I moved closer to Harry who had already fallen asleep more than an hour ago. He was been working really hard on the new album and has spent many hours at the recording studio. Maybe that's there Niall was but he would have no reason to be there this late. I pulled the covers over my body and rested my head on Harry's chest. I felt his arm move to snake around my body. I smiled at the familiar feeling. There was no better feeling in the world than being wrapped around the person you love.
*
I took the twins to their doctors appointment this morning and everything seems to be normal except I think Aiden might be getting a cold. He hasn't been sleeping much at nigh and the only time he seems to be sleeping is when me or Harry rock him back and forth in the rocking chair. It makes me feel good to hear that the twins are healthy. As a parent, you only want the best for your children and it feels good to know your doing a good job.
Currently Harry is helping me set the table for dinner. It's been a very long day so I have been looking forward to this meal. I put the remaining food on the table as Harry grabbed the twins and brought us some plates.
I seemed to finish my food rather slow, not feeling as hungry as I thought I would. Harry offered to clean up as I got the twins ready for bed. It being Thursday night, it means that I needed to give both Aiden and Addison their baths.
I washed Addison's hair which had grown significantly longer in the past few weeks. I continued on with the rest of her body before completely rinsing her off and wrapping her in a warm towel that has just recently been washed. I brought her into the nursery where I put her in her clothes for bed and placed her in her crib for just a few minutes so I could bathe Aiden.
To my surprise, when I walked into the bathroom, Harry was already giving Aiden a bath. I couldn't help but notice how the splashed water made his shirt stick to his chest. I was about to pull my eye away when I realised I had no reason to. Harry was mine and I had no plans to change that. My eyes only went to him and my heart was only his.
I had decided that I wanted to do something different tonight. Instead of changing into some simple clothes for bed, I slipped into a small piece of clothing that I new would make Harry smile. It was a little number I had bought before I even had the twins; I almost forgot about it. I put it on and I couldn't help but feel sexy and desirable.
I crawled into the bed and wrapped the blankets over my body before Harry came into the room.
"Both of the twins are in bed and asleep. I'm so tired I think I'm going to sleep for a week." He crawled in next to me and that's when I pushed the covers down slightly to expose my new nightwear.
"Are you sure you want to sleep just yet?" I watched as his widened eyes trailed my whole body, pausing when they reached my chest then continued on.
"Sleep is for the weak." He growled and rolled over to catch my hips and pull me on top of him.
"I don't know, you seem pretty tired," I teased, pulling back a little, "Maybe this isn't a good time."
Harry wasn't satisfied. He pulled me back so that my chest was pressed up against his. I could feel his quickened heartbeat beneath me and I'm sure he could feel the same.
"I beg to differ. Now is the perfect time." He purred, nipping at my neck. I couldn't reply, his skilled lips making it hard to form a coherent thought. His lips trailed up, kissing everything but my lips.
"Harry," I tried to sound strong but it came out more as a breathless moan.
"What?" He taunted me back, his lips trailing dangerously close to my mouth. He knew exactly what he was doing to me.
"No teasing," I whined.
"No teasing," He repeated, shaking his head and laughing, "Says the biggest tease of them all."
"What are you talking about?"
Harry pulled back to look at me, his fingertips tracing my lips slowly, "You're so beautiful. I'd spend all day kissing you if I could."
My heart skipped a beat at his soft gaze, gentle touches, and loving words.
"I love you," He murmured, leaning forward so that our lips were inches apart, "I know I don't show it all the time but you're my everything and I couldn't bear the thought of losing you."
"I love you too," I whispered in awe and closed the distance between us. His words increased my need to be close to him, as close as we could possibly get.
I tugged at the bottom of his shirt, signalling for him to talk it off. He did immediately then reconnected our lips. I traced the tattoos on his marble stomach and I felt him shutter under my touch.
Harry tried to pull my shirt over my head but I was already one step ahead of him. I pull him on top of me and puller him closer. He then went back to kissing me, his tongue dipping into my mouth. Harry's hands slipped down my face and trailed down my shoulders slowly when I flinched, a spark of pain shooting down my arm.
Harry pulled back immediately, concerned and confused, "What?"
"Nothing," I said quickly, realising he had grazed my cuts. Damn it, I was so stupid to forget about them!
"Did I hurt you?" He asked and my chest tightened with guilt.
"No, it was nothing," I assured him, trying to pull his lips back to mine and pull the attention away from my odd behaviour. Harry leaned in and I thought I was in the clear but as soon as he started to kiss me again, I was mesmerised by the feeling of his lips on my skin that I forgot everything that was going on and just focused on him. Harry started to take off my shirt in the heat of the moment and before I could process anything or realise what was going to happen next, it was too late. I knew in that moment, I had been caught.
"What happened to your shoulder?"