One Wish At A Time

Chapter 1: Fate

Samara POV

It was a hell of a long day. With the scandal of Taylor Swift's son (yeah, she finally settled down), the serial killer on the loose, the impending hurricane and a guest appearance by Adam Levine, who is still as much of a player as he was 12 years ago, it was a big news day. It didn't help that my coworker, Josh, was constantly "appreciating my beauty" as he liked to say. Appreciating, I scoffed, more like eye fucking. It was 4 pm and Noah should've texted me by now to inform me that he got home. I begin to grow restless, fretting at all the possibilities. I repeatedly check my phone, but the only texts I see are about the flood warnings. I text Noah quickly: "Have you gotten home yet? x" Old habits die hard. I always put that 'x' at the end of my texts, I couldn't help myself, to be honest. An aching 10 minutes later, I get a reply: "Hi mum :) I'm at a friend's house, is that okay?" I sigh, this boy would never change. I told him countless times that he couldn't just stalk off to a friends house: "And who is this friend? x"

"Sammi! You're on in 10" Trevor, my boss, calls out to me and I hear him screaming at some other people. I go to the bathroom and check my hair quickly when Noah responds: "She's new, her name is Darcy. She needed some help with the homework." Oh, so a girl. I smirked, Noah wouldn't do too bad in the ladies' department: "Alright hun, text me when you get home. x" I shoot him a quick text, take a swig of water and go on air.

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A dreary 2 hours later, I'm off. I lie back in my chair, exhausted and Trevor walks in and gives me a look of sympathy as I roll my eyes. If there was one thing I could not stand, it was pity and that was the same look I got everywhere I went. Everyone knew what happened, not the whole story but the basics. Well, that's what I get for having dated an international popstar. "Hey Sam, I'll tell ya what. Take the next 3 days off and work on a bit of that report instead." he says smiling hesistantly. I knew he had added in that part about the report so I don't  get mad at his display of pity like I usually do. Today I let it go and agree, much to his surprise. I really needed alone time, to be honest. I was either with Noah or Taylor or at work. "Maybe you could get a boyfriend while you're at it?" he adds, pushing it. I roll my eyes again. "Josh doesn't seem too bad." Josh was actually very sweet and if I were to be completely truthful, hot but I didn't have time for a relationship, much less love. Trevor's voice broke me out of my thinking trance, "Well see ya Sammi but think about what I said." I have those much too often.

I hurriedly pick up all my stuff and rush to my car, when my phone slips out of my purse. "Shit!" I curse outloud until I see a large hand enclose the phone. Shit, this time I curse internally when I find myself face to face with Josh. "Need some help?"  he smirked, almost making me swoon. I'm about to deny but then I realize an extra hand wouldn't hurt and nod. He flashes a crooked smile and gets my laptop bag and tote. I smile graciously to him and saunter over to the car, I have to keep myself from wincing with each step. These heels were killing me. Suddenly I stumble over and strong arms quickly steady me, "Whoa, slow down there." Damn, his eyes were really pretty and chocolatey. Sort of like Liam's eyes but nothing compared to Harry's. Thinking about Liam and Harry jarred me back to reality as I shot away from him, "Thanks for your help," I mumble. His eyes flashed dissappointment, like they did every time. I hated pushing people away like this, especially when they were trying so hard without expecting anything in return.  Without thinking, I pressed my lips to his and pulled back quickly. His face displayed pure shock and I mutter a sorry before stalking off to my car.

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"But where could he be Taylor?! For the love of God, I don't even know the girl's parents! They could be murderers, rapists, kidnappers...WHO KNOWS?" I shout frustratedly into the phone.

"Okay girl first of all, chill the fuck out. Second of all, rapists? Really? I don't think anyone would rape a 12 year old boy..." she trails off.

"I know, I'm sorry for yelling." I apologize, "I'm just really worried about him, I hope he's alright."