Chapter 5
-Sam-
"C'mere Bently." I whispered to the large lab. He trotted over to me, nuzzling his snout into my stomach. "Help me catch the bad man. Be mean to him, okay?" His ears perked up and he looked up at me then licked my face. "Thanks for always being here for me, bud."
His head tilted to the side, making me giggle. His tail started to wag vigorously, only meaning he was getting a kick out of me laughing. He pounced on me, licking me all over, making me laugh hysterically.
"Bently!" I laughed and tried to shield my face. "Bently, ew! Get off of me!" I pushed him off of me and he landed on the floor with a loud thud.
"Sam.." Harry whispered, standing in the doorway with my journal in his hand. I got up off the couch and to the distressed boy.
"I was a mess, I know." I sighed.
"Reading about it, it's so real. Y-you wrote about trying to kill yourself... just everything. I...I'm so sorry. This is all my fault!" he said exasperated.
"No, it's a lot of things, Harry. Taylor and Fatai were a big part in it. The first time I tried to kill myself was because of those two, not because of you."
"But that's not the point! You tried to kill yourself, that's the point!" he yelled. "Did you try to while we were separated?" he asked, suddenly getting quiet.
I froze. Should I tell him? He's Harry, of course I have to tell him.
I looked away and bit my lip, trying to keep the tears from falling.
"Sam? Did you?" he questioned. I tilted my head back, hoping to prevent the tears.
"Yes." I answered softly.
"Baby girl..." Harry trailed and pulled me into a hug. The tears that I was struggling to hold in, finally released and were now running down my face. "How?"
"Deep cutting." I replied quietly. "That's why I got the tattoo. I won't dare ruin it by trying to cut and bleed to death."
His arms tightened around me.
"Okay, enough with the sappy stuff." I laughed through my tears. Wiping them I mumbled, "How about we announce we're together again?"
"I'd love to. Let me get my laptop from my suitcase. Which is still here, might I add!" he huffed and strolled away.
"You might as well move in then, because you're not leaving me to sleep alone!" I called after him with a giggle.
"Are you asking me to move in with you?" he asked once he appeared in the living room again.
"Do you?"
He nodded his head rapidly and scooped me up in a hug.
"I can't live without you, now I get to live with you." he cheered. "Okay, video time. Twitcam, youtube or facebook?"
"Uh, Twitcam." I replied. "Just let me do my makeup."
I began to walk away but Harry's hand wrapped around my wrist, preventing me from moving.
"You don't need makeup." he stated and kiss my wrist. I blushed and sat down in front of the couch, facing the laptop screen.
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"How the hell do you do a Twitcam?" Harry asked over the phone to Liam.
I laughed and leaned my head on his shoulder as he followed Liam's instructions. Two minutes later we finally got everything booted up and we both tweeted about the Twitcam. After the first tweet we gained 5,000 viewers and it escalated from there.
"Hello!" Harry chirped and waved at the camera. Immediately comments flew in asking Harry to follow them or give a shout out. My favorites were the ones that mentioned me. Fans were... surprised to see me in the least.
"Hi guys!" I smiled and waved. I watched as the comment went crazy. 'Sam?!' 'OMG Sam's back!' 'Sarry is back together?!' I laughed at the many comments.
"Well it's nice to know you guys care so much about me." Harry muttered after reading some of the comments.
"I care about you." I winked. He kissed my cheek and smiled.
"I know." he shrugged and returned his gaze to the computer.
"So modest." I sighed.
"To answer your questions, yes we are back together." Harry smiled at the camera.
"Sarry for life!" I shouted and pecked his lips.
"For life." he whispered in my ear so only I could hear. I blushed and entwined our fingers.
"That's probably going to be a gif on Tumblr." I giggled. "Hashtag Sarry Moments." I shot the peace sign a the duck face.
"What kind of face was that?" Harry asked trying to stifle his laughter.
"It's was the Niall Horan duck face. Do you not watch your own interviews?"
"No, and you do?"
"Uh, no." I mumbled and looked away, scratching the back of my neck awkwardly. "It's not like you haven't stalked mine!"
"Psh, what?" he said suspiciously.
"Ladies and more ladies, Harry Styles is a stalker boyfriend." I announced to the camera.
"Whoa, and you're not?"
"Well no Harry. You see, I am a girl, therefore I cannot be a boyfriend." I smirked. He rolled his eyes and returned to the computer.
"I heard my name." Niall commented, walking into the living room without a shirt.
"I did your duck face for the Twitcam." I told him.
"And now I'm totally half naked in front of 83,000 people. I'll be going now." and with that he ran to the kitchen.
"Make me a sammich!" I called.
"Never!" he shouted.
"No fair! You stole my sandwich yesterday!" I whined.
"I steal your sandwiches all the time." he stated and skipped away, comping happily on his food.
"Jerk." I muttered. I read through some of the comments.
'Thank you for making Harry happy again.' one said. I smiled and pointed at it for Harry to read.
"You're welcome HarryStylesLover4." I smiled.
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Just a cute little chapter. Sorry for the slow updates. I can never find the time or energy to write this book.
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