Forever Yours (sequel to You're Mine) /harry styles

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I didn't cry this hard when they left. I didn't cry this hard when I remembered them. I didn't cry this hard when Jessica left. Heck I haven't felt this many emotions since my mom passed away and I couldn't stop the trembling of my body.

The entire time I cried Harry held me tightly. I didn't want him to let go, in fear that he would leave. I couldn't process what was even happening right now. I could feel him running his hand through my hair and down my back but I felt numb and unable to move.

I was trying to move on and seeing him was not helping it. It's like I was back to square one. Did I still love him? Yes, of course. I wouldn't be bawling my eyes out in a public place right now if I didn't. But did I trust him? He left once, who's to say he won't leave again.

"What are you thinking about?" Harry mumbled into my hair, leaving a few kisses on top of my head.

I stepped out of his grip and wiped my eyes, looking at the floor. He lifted my chin up to meet his gaze and I noticed that he had been crying too. His nose was pink and his eyes were slightly puffy.

"I think I need time to think about this. You really broke me when you left Hazz." I whispered my voice hoarse from crying so much.

"I'm sorry for leaving you Sam. Take as much time as you need. I'll always wait for you." He said kissing my forehead. "Do you need a ride home?"

I shook my head. I could take a taxi. I didn't really want them to know where I lived either. I just wanted some space to think about everything.

He nodded and I awkwardly walk past him, pulling out my phone to dial the taxi's number. I waited outside for the taxi and when it pulled up I gave him my address. I tried not to look at the driver but I could tell he was watching me carefully from the rear view mirror. He probably thought I was some mental girl. No doubt my make up was smudged everywhere and I looked like a total wreck.

The taxi stopped outside of my apartment and I went to pay him but he shook his head, rejecting the money.

"No, you keep it. I can tell you haven't had the best day. I'm sorry for whatever's happen." The driver said and I nodded. Yeah, I'm sorry too, I thought. I thanked him and got out of the car.

As I rode in the elevator up to the penthouse I noticed something. I've never seen Harry cry. That was the first time ever.

He didn't cry when I was drunk and kissed that guy at the party. He didn't cry when The Wanted took him and left him in their basement. He didn't cry when I kissed Nathan. And he wasn't crying when I woke up in the hospital. He never cries in front of me. Damn. Either he's changed and become more emotional over the last year or I actually mean something to him. I'd like to think it's the second one.

The elevator stopped at my penthouse and I walked straight to my bedroom and flopped onto my bed. It was even lunch yet and I was absolutely exhausted. I was already 1000% done with today. I got up and changed out of my classy clothes and into a pair of pyjamas then tucked myself under my big comforter and passed out.

I must have been lacking sleep because I didn't wake up again until the next morning. I had two weeks to prepare myself for the judge's house so I was not going to be rehearsing today. I didn't even have a song picked out.

I forced myself off of my bed which only seemed to call my bed back into its warmth. I ignored my pleading bed and walked into my bathroom, stripping down and hopping in the shower without looking to see what a mess I was in the mirror. I took longer than usual in the shower, forcing my body to relax under the hot water.

When I got out, I wrapped a bath robe around my now dry body and walked into my kitchen. I put on a pot of tea and made myself a fruit salad for breakfast. I had nothing planned for today, except for torturing myself by thinking about Harry.

I sat on my sofa, sipping from my tea as I watched the later celebrity gossip. A few celebrities's got made fun of and gossiped about but I wasn't really paying attention until Harry's name caught my attention.

"Our teen heart throb was seen leaving the xFactor venue-where he will be mentoring-a little heart-broken yesterday." It showed a photo of Harry surrounded by the other boys trying to push through the paparazzi and fans.

"Also seen leaving in tears around the same time was one of the top 40 contestants on xFactor, Miss Samantha Tomlinson. It hasn't been confirmed whether she is related to Louis Tomlinson in anyway but we'll keep you updated as we get new info in."

I groaned and shut off the TV. Luckily there was no photo of me leaving the arena so they couldn't prove anything. I finished my breakfast and decided that the mall would be my best option for today. I needed a new acoustic guitar anyways. I didn't want to go alone though.

I thought about calling Dustin but went against it, thinking that it would mess up my thoughts about Harry. I didn't have that many friends in London so I wasn't left with very many options. All of the friends I did have had no clue about guitars.

Leaving me with no other choice I picked up my phone and dialled and old friend's number. Niall's. I had gotten all of the boy's numbers yesterday before I left so we could stay in touch.

"Hello?" A groggy Irish voice said answering the phone. Shit, I forgot it wasn't even 9 in the morning yet and the boys were late sleepers.

"Hey Ni." I said.

"Oh Sam! What's up?" Niall asked instantly perking up.

"I need a new acoustic guitar and I was wondering if you'd want to come with me?" I said with a sweet persuading voice.

"Yeah, pick me up in a half hour. You're buying breakfast though." Niall said jokingly.

"Of course Niall." I said laughing lightly.

A/N: Sorry its shit but I needed a filler! I wasn't even gonna update today but I found some time xx