One Wish At A Time

Prologue

Author's Note: So I've written fanfiction before but I've always deleted everything and well I wrote this story before but my old account got deleted so I was like eh might as well fix this shiz lol so please comment and vote i know everyone says that but I'd honestly appreciate it and then you'd be really awesome sauce and you might get your 1/5th cuz of that unless you already have that obviously okay i rant a lot this was supposed to be shorter sorry erm i hope you like it bye :D

Samara POV

I was surrounded by sweaty bodies, dancing and grinding at each other. A hazy figure stood a few feet away from me as we screamed over the blaring music. No one else was in the room, they were all a blur. I could see him clearly now as I screamed, furious tears falling quickly from my eyes. His curly brown hair shook swiftly from side to side as his usual green eyes had turned dark with anger as he yelled back at me. Suddenly I saw him walking backwards, his eyes wide with digust as he left the club.  

Fury, envy and hatred swelled in my heart for the boy I thought I loved as I blindly grabbed a blonde haired boy and kissed him. He stiffened but soon relaxed into the kiss, deepening it, his hands leaving my waist to push me back onto a nearby wall. He sucked at my neck and I pushed him back, realizing what I had done. I was no better than the man who betrayed me.

"Should we take this to mine's or your's?" he whispered into my ear, trying to sound sexy but just frightening me more. I shook my head immediately and mumbled, "I have to go, sorry." After struggling to walk through the repulsive mass of bodies, I felt a hand tightly clutching my hand. Despite his deeds, I prayed it was my boyfriend, ex-boyfriend I silently chided myself. Turning around I saw the man I was making out with earlier and his face now looked dangerous and threatening. A blood curling scream pierced the air moments later and I looked around, writhing to see who it was. Wait it wasn't just any scream...it was familiar...

Noah. Shit. I was so lost in that god damn dream, I forgot about my son. I pried my eyes open and sped to my son's, Noah's, room. What could have the boy screaming like that? He was 12 for God's sake, I hope he was alright. This thought brought my hurried feet into a run as I reached his door. 

"THANK GOD MUM!" he screamed. I searched his body for an injury and glanced around the room. Everything seemed to be in place. "Do you SEE that spider? Oh my God, it's chasing me. KILL IT MUM KILL IT!" I couldn't help but let out a low chuckle and silently thank my dear son for waking me from that horrid dream.

I walked where Noah said the spider was and began screaming, it was huge. "Mum why are you screaming? You're supposed to be the brave one!" scolded Noah. Ugh. These are the moments where I regret not having a boyfriend. But you did have one and you were the one who messed everything up, my brain reminded me. Sighing, I took a kleenex out of the tissue box and squished the tiny little spider. My hatred for the insect was strong however killing off the creature made me realize how quickly death could come and take you away from everything you loved.

"Mummy?" enquired Noah softly. "Yes baby?" I responded absentmindedly. "I'm not a baby okay!" he protested. I laughed, "Alright boobear, now go get ready for school." He sighed, annoyed I called him boobear. But I called him that because it reminded me of one of my best friends whom I had pushed away to save me from the torment of remembering my past. Apparently, the past isn't forgotten either way and besides, Noah is a constant reminder of everything even though he is all I have and I love him more than anything. "MUM GO GET READY WE'RE LATE!" he shouts as he scurries downstairs.

I go into my room and plop down, exhausted with how my once-perfect life had become. Sometimes, on days like this, I feel like giving up. I'm tired of having a job I never wanted, I'm tired of having to raise a child alone, I'm tired of having only 1 friend, I'm tired of having no family, I'm tired of being alone but most of all, I'm tired of being tired. All I do is complain, I'm self-centered and inadequate. Nothing I ever do will ever be good enough. No one can ever love me. Nothing's right. Nothing can ever be. And the man who could make it right was gone. God, I missed him so much. I miss Harry so much. With him, I could go through anything and face all the odds. I loved him, heck, I love him and I probably always will. But he left and I let him, I let him take away all the people I loved and my own family turned their back on me when I needed them most. My love for that adorable dimpled man is both a blessing and a curse. Sometimes it gives me courage and hope and fills me with that warm gooey feeling that I got whenever we touched. But most of the times, he reminds me of what I had lost.

Suddenly I look up from my lap, realizing I had just been sitting there for 10 minutes, “Noah? How long have you been here?” He looks at me worried and a little bewildered he says, “I’ve been saying your name for the past 5 minutes, are you okay?” genuine concern fills his voice and I remember why I need to live. Noah Brooks. My son and savior, I know that no matter what happens Noah will always be there for me and I’m honestly so grateful for him in my life. A smile spreads across my face from ear to ear, “Of course I am! Wow, you’re ready before me?” he nods proudly, “Well I’ll go get dressed, eat breakfast, I’ll be down in 20.” He flashes a sarcastic smile, “Yes ma’am.” With that, I hurry into the shower.

Being a single mother had its benefits. Flexible hours at work, release from doing jury duty, lots of alone time, but damn, it had a lot of cons. Such an instance would be right now, in which I had 20 minutes to get ready in order to get my son to school on time. Well poopie. I really should be past that by now. As I lather conditioner in my brown wavy hair, I remember why I wasn’t.

FLASHBACK

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Samara, age 16

“Well listen here Styles, we’ve been dating a year now and you still haven’t let me meet your family.” I pouted.

“Baby, I love you, you know that.” He says, his thumb brushing my cheek. A smile pulls at my lips because I know it’s true and I wrap my arms around him. He continues, “But with tour and all, I barely have time to see you, how can I take you to see my parents?” His strong arms engulf my body in warmth and I smile contently before responding, “But Harry we’ve been dating for so long.” He sighs and cheekily responds, “Hmm, well you got the D?” I can practically hear him smirking. A smile forms on my lips as I pull back from the hug, "Actually I didn't, I wanna save it for when I get married and you know that." He chuckles, "Well you've SEEN it." I roll my eyes, "That's because you love going around in your birthday suit." He wiggles his eyebrows up and down, "You love when I do, don't you?" My red turns a bright shade or red as I remember the last time he caught me staring, "You're a poopie."

"I'm a what?"

"A poopie."

"Did you just call me, Harry Edward Styles, a piece of poop?" he asks indreculously.

"Yes, yes I did." I respond, sticking my tongue out and backing up. If I knew Harry at all, I knew that I was going to be tickled relentelessly.

"Come here  you!"

"NEVERR!" I shout as I run, giggling. He laughs, running after me, hot on my trail. I feel his arms on my waist as I crash down onto him. His gaze catches mine as I stare into his beautiful green eyes. I can drown in them, they held so much emotion and twinkled everytime he smiled. His breath was hot on my face as his lips met mine. It was a sweet, slow kiss and I couldn't have asked for anything more in that moment. He pull backs and murmurs, "I love you Ari." I smile and breathe, "I love you more." 

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I look up at the mirror to see what I was wearing, some days I could go through the whole day without conciously knowing what was happening. I had dressed in a sleeveless mid-thigh black dress, it was incredibly old. I remember how much Harry loved this dress. My phone buzzed with a text from my best friend, Taylor "STOP TORTURING YOURSELF!". She texted me that every morning, she knew me better than myself and she was a person I couldn't live without. I put my head up and tried to forget about Harry, quickly putting up on some make up and spraying my hair with frizz-ease. I run downstairs, slip on a pair of heels as Noah and I get in the car.

Here goes another day.

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