In A Snap- A Louis Tomlinson Fan Fiction

Chapter Eight

You know that feeling you get when you want to stop something you're doing but can't since you're in some sort of paralysis? That's exactly what Samantha's been feeling for the past 15 minutes. She could feel the grains of sand slowly descend as she curls her toes with it. She closes her eyes once more, balancing herself on her tiptoes since the water level was nearly on the tip of her nose. 

She had no idea what she was doing. 

But she still did it - and still doing. She watched closely as the trees dance slowly from the strong winds - orange leaves slowly falling indicating the start of autumn season. Her eyebrows furrowed in confusion as to why the leaves were turning orange when in reality it was still summer. Her knees were wobbling all through out and the harsh wind sent her chills running down her spine. Nobody knew where she was after the sudden fight with Charlie. All her dad and Meg knew was she was going to Charlie to tell him about the great job being offered to her back in London. 

That is, if she still can go to London. 

After about fifteen minutes or so, she heard twigs snapping - causing her eyes to shoot right open to where the sound was. She closed her eyes slowly once more, only to be opening again when she heard the familiar sound of the twigs snapping. She opened her mouth partially, hoping for words to come out but her throat just felt dry. It has been for the past hour.

The sound was there again. 

Her toes were curling up and she wanted to call for help badly, knowing that something living was sneaking around the wood clearing. She started to walk towards the shoreline-like of the lake, rubbing her palms together as another set of harsh winds blew. 

"Hello?!" 

She croaked, her voice failing on her. She closed her eyes once more, feeling the familiar dampness of her cheeks - the same dampness she felt when she snapped at Charlie. She sighed, knowing that the person wouldn't even hear her. She crouched, feeling light-headed as she went all the way underwater, holding her breath for a mere 60 seconds. She was a good swimmer back in London so she knew how long she could hold her breath. Feeling more lightheaded as seconds pass by, she decided to stand upright and gasp for air. 

"What the hell, Samantha!? What in the world are you doing there?!" 

She heard a faint whisper-yell, making her eyes snap open only to be greeted by familiar green ones and a waterfall of chocolate curls. His nose was scrunched and his eyes were twitching at the sight. A lump rose in her throat as she opened her mouth partly, hoping to say something but shuts it once she realises she was speechless.

"H-Harry?" 

She croaked. He shook his head rapidly as he took off his blazer, diving head first into the lake. She was taken aback by his sudden action, snapping out of her reverie once the wind rushes through her again - goosebumps arising. 

Harry carefully places her on the bench - placing his blazer around her shoulders to keep her warm. She was still shivering despite the warmth of his blazer around her arms but she still forced a smile to him.

"Thanks." 

She says, smiling at the curly-haired, green-eyed boy who saved her life from supposed death. He chuckled humourlessly, staring vacantly into the horizon just like she did minutes ago. She sighed heavily, fiddling with her fingers and twisting her foot once in a while. Harry snuck a quick glance at her, making him sigh heavily as well. 

"What are you doing in a lake all alone? And you were about to drown, you know that?!" 

He asks in a much calmer tone than before. She tilted her head up, her green orbs meeting a brighter shade of green in his orbs with specs of blue. She sighed again, a stray tear rolling down her cheeks. He didn't notice - perhaps since her face has been damp due to her stay underwater.