Trapped And Can't Escape 3 (ON HOLD)

Chapter 9

Sam's P.O.V.

I woke up and rolled over in my bed, stretching as I felt for Harry. I frowned when I couldn't find him. Then I remembered last night's events. I sighed and begrudgingly pulled myself out of bed. I walked into the cheaply decorated bathroom and looked in the mirror. I saw my face and cringed. My face was all blotchy from crying last night, and I looked paler than usual. It looks like I need to get some blood. I frowned and grabbed all of what little things I had from the hotel room, and exited. I walked down to the dining area and sat down. A guy with black hair and grey eyes came over and took my order. When he left my table, I glanced outside of the window. It was a cloudy day with rain pouring down. I stayed staring out for several minutes and only stopped looking out when grey eyes brought me my "breakfast". It consisted of 4 waffles, 2 eggs, and a glass of coke. I thanked him and he winked at me before walking away. 'Good thing is, is that because this town is so small and run down, nobody seems to recognize me as Harry Style's girlfriend.' I silently thought as I gulped down my food. I left a tip on the table and got out of the chair I was in. I walked out of the hotel and walked around to the back side of the building, where I found a beautiful car. It was a black, 1967 Chevy Impala. I picked the lock on the door and hopped in. I searched around in the glove box on the passenger side and found a key. Not sure if it was for the car or not, I pushed it into the keyhole. To my good luck, it fit. I twisted the key and started this piece of art up. I took Harry's keys and my phone and put them in the passenger side of the front seat. I put the ca into reverse ad backed out of the parking lot, then started my way down the road.

Harry's P.O.V.

I took over driving because Liam looked tired. We have been on the road for about 13 hours and I am still unsettled about Sam leaving. Liam keeps telling me that we will find her, but I honestly don't know. She should have given up already and let me come get her. But, she hasn't. She still hasn't called me, and I can't track her locations through her phone without receiving something from it. Whether it be a text or a call, I am just waiting for her to pick up the phone. To give me proof hat she is okay. I shouldn't be feeling this worried or anxious about her, but I can't help it. I feel like she is the lifeline for me; my last one. Yes, I have the boys, but Sam is just so different. She is just special to me. And when I find her, I have no intentions of ever letting her go. Sam is mine and always has been; neither of us knew until I actually got to hold her and see her beautiful face. She is the sun to my rainy day (like today), and I don't know what I would do without her. I will never have to either, because I am never letting her leave me again.

Sam's P.O.V.

So, it's about 4 P.M., and I have already covered a bunch of land. I am on my way to an airport so that I can leave the country. It sounds extreme, I know, but I will and would do anything for the boys and my girls. I drive for about another hour and I get off at a exit with an airport. I park the beautiful car in the parking lot and make my way into the airport. I walk up to the main desk and wait in line for a ticket. I look up at the flight board and see that I could catch a 5:30 P.M. flight to New Orleans, a 6 P.M. flight to London, and a 7 P.M. flight to Sydney, Australia. I decide which one I want, and as I reach the front of the line, I book a 7 P.M. flight to Australia. I get my ticket and look around the airport. I see a bathrooms sign and quickly walk into the women's room. I find it busy, so I walk out into the busy bustle and hustle of the airport stores. I find a store that sell band merch and I walk in. I go over to the pants and find a pair of black skinny jeans. I grab a pair in my size and walk over to the shirts. I see a One Direction shirt, and I almost lose it. It is black and grey and has all of the boys' faces on it. Across the shirt, in the bottom right corner, there are the signatures of them. I get a large black one and another grey one the same size. I get a size larger so I can sleep in it. I walk over to the shorts and find a red pair that says 'Are you nasty?' across the butt. I have always wanted a pair of these Panic! At The Disco shorts. I take all of the items and some undergarments, and go to check out. The lady at the checkout smiled at me and asked for a picture. "Why?" I asked. "I'm nothing special." She gave me a confused look. "Aren't you dating Harry Styles?" My eyes widened for a brief second, but I covered it up a few seconds later. I cleared my throat. "No." I stated, and flinched as my voice came out wavering. "Can I have a picture anyways?" She asked. I smiled weakly and said, "Sure." I leaned in and smiled as she took the picture of us with her front facing camera. She smiled and thanked me, and said that my clothes were on the house. I thanked her graciously, and took the clothes. I walked out and into the sitting area. I looked around and took a seat. I have 1 hour and 30 minutes to waste. I sat down in an empty chair in a corner and plugged my phone up. About 15 minutes later I grabbed my phone and charger, and the clothes. I made my way into the bathroom and found an empty stall and changed into my new clothes. I walked out and made my way towards the back area of the airport where rarely anybody goes, and I saw someone sitting down. He looked like he was 20 or so years old, so I decided to go over to him. I sat down beside him and gently shook his arm. "Hi, my name is Sam," I said to him. He yawned and said, "I'm Samanuel." "Nice to meet you, Samanuel," I said. He held out his hand and I put mine in his to shake it. He surprised me when he brought it up to his lips and kissed the back of it. "Please, the pleasure is mine." He sent me a charming smile as he gently released my hand. I blushed and put it in my lap. He moved closer to me and I backed away. "C'mon, beautiful. A little kiss won't hurt." He leaned in and I leaned in too, going for his neck. I did it so fast that he never saw it coming. As I was drinking his blood, I made it look as if a couple were making out in the corner. He was screaming, but then his screams turned into almost silent whines. I pulled away from him when I was done, and wiped his memory of me. I then proceeded to wipe my mouth, clean myself up a bit, and made my way to the entry of my plane. With my possessions in hand, I made my way towards the entry of the plane. As I was waiting in the long line to board our plane, my phone started to 'ding'. I pulled it out and my notifications for Instagram were going haywire. I opened the app and saw that the girl I took a picture with earlier had posted it and tagged both Harry and I. "Shit," I swore. He would know that I was at the airport, and he would know that I was leaving.  I looked up and saw that it was my time to board the plane. I hopped on and found my seat. I pulled my phone out and saw that Harry commented on the picture. 'Where was this taken?' The comments below his were ones written by fans who were freaking out because Harry Styles commented on a fan's picture. I decided to write back to him. '@HarryStyles , don't worry. I'm fine. Have fun with the lads. x' I smiled and thought that what I wrote should be enough to pacify his worries. I know that if he does find me, I am in some deep shit. "This plane will be leaving in 2 and a half minutes. Please, fasten all seat belts and turn off any cellular devices you have. Thank you for flying with us!" The loudspeaker finally announced. I decided to text Harry real quick. 'Stop worrying about me, Haz. I am fine and you are too. We will all be okay. Give everyone love for me? Thank you. I'll text you again soon. Stay safe, I love you.' It wasn't necessary to add the last part, but I did anyways. I really do care so much about him; so much that I will go to another continent just to keep him safe. I turned my phone off and relaxed in my seat. I pulled out my iPod and popped my ear buds in. The plane took off just as 'Clouds' came on. I smiled and closed my eyes.