Happily (h.s)

Harry's P.O.V

"Sam.." I whispered in her ear.

"Yeah?"

"Thank you.." My heart was a time bomb. She kissed me?! She kissed me first. First! I've always heard that if she kisses you back that it's for sure but if she kisses you first? That just makes me a wimp doesn't it?

She sat up and looked down at me "You don't have to thank me, Harry. I didn't do it because you wanted me to, I did because I wanted to."
I couldn't control this happy feeling coming over me. But at the same time I didn't know exactly how to act on it either. I sat up, took her hand in mine, then brushing the hair out of her eyes, I kissed her once more. Dissatisfied that I didn't make the first move, but the fact that when I kissed her myself, she let me. And it was okay.

I pulled away and hesitated. I felt like she needed more of an explanation than what I was giving her. "I never wanted to be a bad guy..it's not like I enjoy hurting everyone.."
She brushed the top of my hand with her thumb.

"I used to enjoy the simple life, being a kid. One day I was laying on the couch with my mum..and I saw it."

"Saw what?"

"My dads claiming in her hand. Of course I was too young to know what it meant but everything went downhill from there." Flashes of my mom being beaten had flown a crossed my mind. "When I was about 13, my sister tried to run away. That's when I realized how bad things really were."

"You have a sister?"

I nodded, "Had. My dad killed her..along with my mum. He said they were bad. They were gonna get in the way of his work and 'tattle' on him. Since then, it's only been us two." I combed the curls out of my eyes, "Then I started giving up. I mean I had to. There was no choice. I had no choice on what I did in life anymore. I gave up on school, on making friends, the only friends I could make were through crime, like Liam. My heart was gold and my intentions were good. But being a bully and a killer doesn't really say anything good about me.." My face burned and my throat started swelling up. I was probably just embarrassing myself and showing how big of a pussy I really am. "I never meant to become a monster. I just wanted to be normal, like a football jock or something. Not the kid dealing drugs in the boys locker room with his best friend.."

She inhaled, "Consider yourself, my little monster." She said softly before leaning in to reassure me no one else opinion mattered anymore.

"But babe I'm bigger than you." I smiled against her lips.

"Still."
We spent the rest of the time just chatting and having a laugh, like a couple would and should.
This is all I ever wanted, to be happy. I'm found my happy in her smile.