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

7

*Harry's P.O.V.

I woke up from a blinding light streaming through the window. I stretched out on my bed, a light hangover making my stomach uneasy and my head hurt. I had slept surprisingly well last night which is strange because I went clubbing...OHHHHHHHHH.

My head hurt more as the flashbacks from everything that happened last night flooded back. Sam had forgiven me and said she still loved me. I looked around the room frantically looking for her but I only saw an empty bedroom. It wasn't a dream, was it?

I slid out of my bed and decided it would best to shower and brush my teeth before doing anything so no one would have to put up with my hungover smell. I started the water and stripped out of my boxers as it heated up. I looked as myself in the mirror. I was a complete mess. My hair was everywhere, my eyes were still puffy and my skin was red from were I was rubbing my eyes.

I sighed at my refection. I had toned up a bit since I started singing. Being famous, you're in the spotlight all the time and the hate can get to you. I haven't gotten much hate yet, just a few rude comments here and there but I wasn't going to give them something to hate on.

I stepped into the shower and used my expensive body washes and shampoos. When I was satisfied that I didn't smell like a cave man, I got out of the shower and dried off. I shook my hair out to dry it the best I could but damp curls still stuck to my forehead.

I changed into a pair of sweats and didn't bother with a shirt. I probably wasn't going anywhere anyways.

'Harry is that you?" I heard a soft feminine voice called. It reminded me of the angels because Sam truly was an angel.

I opened the door and saw Sam sitting crossed legged on my bed wearing a pair of black and white patterned leggings and my Jack Wills hoodie. The oh so famous purple hoodie. I smiled at how big it looked on her and walked over to my bed standing in front of her. I grabbed her hands and held them in mine.

"I was scared that last night was a dream." I whispered kissing her forehead. A slight blush rose in her cheeks making me smile. I loved that I could still make her blush.

She shook her head and smiled making her eyes sparkle. I missed this so much. I swear I'm not going to let her go again.

"Not a dream. But how's your head?" she asked kneeling on the bed so that she was only a few inches shorted than my figure that was still standing in front of her. Her hands pushed a few damp curls off of my forehead so she could kiss it and her arms wrapped around my neck.

She leaned onto me making me take a step back from the bed to catch my balance. Once I was stable, I wrapped my arms around her tiny waist and lifted her off of the bed and twirled her around. I know I've gotten stronger but she felt extremely light in my arms.

"Babe, have you lost weight?" I asked setting her feet on the ground but keeping my firm grip on her.

She looked at her feet nervously and her cheeks reddened from embarrassment.

"Um, yeah I guess I haven't really been paying attention." She lied unable to look me in the eyes.

I let go of her and walked over to my bedroom door and shut and locked it. I walked back over to Sam and cupped her face in both my hands. I stroked her cheeks gently but she refused to meet my gaze. Did she not eat properly after I left?

"Can I take off your shirt?" I asked. She hesitated but nodded anyways.

I pulled the bottom of my Jack Wills hoodie off of her, leaving her in a tank top. I pulled the tank top off her too and examined her body, she had definitely lost weight. Her hip bones were more prominent and her stomach no longer had a slight bulge. It's wasn't that she didn't look healthy though, she looked incredibly fit, it's just that she lost weight in a short period of time.

I trailed my fingers across her stomach causing goose bumps to form. She shivered and wrapped her arms around herself trying to keep warm and hide her body at the same time.

I looked up to see her watching me with teary eyes. She was self-conscious about her weight and I could tell. I wiped a tear that had slid down her cheek and led her back to my bed.

She sat down on the edge and I stood in between her legs still holding her hands.

"You're beautiful Sam. I didn't mean to make you feel bad about yourself. I was just curious. I love you, you're perfect." I said pulling our intertwined hands behind my back and leaving hers there as I moved my hands to cup her face.

I pecked her lips then trailed my lips across her collar bone to her neck. I sucked softly on her soft spot, knowing where it was from our numerous make out sessions when we dated. She let out a soft moan making me smirk against her skin and I pecked her lips one last time before sliding my hoodie back on her.

My headache had completely faded.

"Wanna go for breakfast?" I asked pulling her up from the bed and walking downstairs with her small hand in mine. Or rather her normal sized hand in my oversized one.

"Yeah I'd love to." She said in a cheerful tone, her eyes now dry of tears and sparkling.

"Okay just let me put on a shirt and change into a pair of jeans."

"Wear the teenage runaway one!" she shouted up the stairs as I walked back into my room. I poked my head out the door and yelled down the stairs.

"The black sweatshirt?" and she replied with an excited yes.

I slipped into the shirt and grabbed a light jacket to keep me warm. I hopped down the stairs almost running over Sam in the process.

"Ready to go?" I asked. She nodded and I held the front door open for her and then followed after her.

Do you know that feeling when everything is perfect but something is going to mess it up. Like you have everything you want but there's something you're forgetting about that your mind is purposely blocking out because it would ruin everything. Well that's how I feel.