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The given gif is when Sam is next to Nathan when Harry is just being Harry .

Harry's POV 

.... They were holding hands. Then later after they finished talking, they hugged. I didn't know why but anger boiled up inside me. 

I had to get him to stay away from her.

Was I feeling jealous? why was I feeling jealous? I hate her. I despise her. I loathe her. No it can't be jealousy. I just didn't want her to have anyone near her. She should be alone. And I would have to do everything it takes to get things in my favour. I always get what I want. And I want her to suffer. 

Sam's POV

It was the next day, friday, and I was on my way to school again. I was so glad that the week was finally over. So much had changed in just this one week. I had been so badly beaten that I had to be taken to the hospital, I met a new guy who is now my friend and also the first and the only person who I've shared everything with, and last but not the least I also started cutting. 

Yesterday after mine and Nathan's talk he stayed with me almost the entire day. He just refused to leave me alone. And the fact that all our classes were together after that lesson made it all the more easier for him. I really loved his company; he was such a sweet, kind and caring guy. He told me he wouldn't leave my side whatever Harry did or said. He was a great friend and it had been really very long since I'd had a friend so it felt kind of strange; not in a bad way though. 

But it had been soo long. My former friends; Harry, Louis and Niall were the same. We were inseparable and we were all such great friends and I loved them soo much. I trusted them with everything. They knew every single thing about me. It hurts to know that my 'friends' just left me without a reason. I don't think I'd be able to trust anyone any longer. 

My life was so fucked up. Why can't it just be simple? Why can't I live like any other normal teenager? Have friends, possibly a boyfriend, hangout with them, get drunk and also enjoy school with them. 

I just got to my locker when I sawNathan  walking towards me from the other side. I looked closely and I saw he was wearing a black t-shirt with white printing on it; it was a picture of a handshake with the word 'bullying' crossed out under it. I couldn't help but smile at him. He really was trying to support me and encouraging me not to back down. 


Nathan!" I called out when he was almost infront of me. 

"Samieee!" He said in a playful deep voice. 

He engulfed me in hug, which might I add I still wasn't very used to. I giggled while pulling away. 

"Your shirt." I pointed out letting him know I saw it. The grin on my face widened. 

"Do you like it?" He seemed more happier than I was. 

"I love it." I corrected him. "Really Nathan, your support means a lot to me. I really have no idea how to thank you."

"Oh come on Sam, please shut it with the 'thank you's. I won't have have any of that." He crossed his arms over his chest playfully in an attempt to intimidate me. 

I rolled my eyes and couldn't help but laugh at his childishness. 

"Alright, alright. But just know it means a lot to me and I really do appreciate it." I smiled. 

"I know." He reciprocated the smile and put his arm over my shoulder, turning me around. "So we have the same first class today, right?"

"Right."

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