One Wish At A Time

Chapter 2: His Voice

A/N: lol idk why i put thrift shop as the music video but live with it, yeh? woo hoo im watching twisted yayayay (: oh and anyone who watched jo or lacey im team #janny all the way man

"So...you have the day off?" asks Taylor for the tenth time.

"Yes, Taylor. I have the day off." I say, slightly annoyed. Suddenly, a high-pitched scream pierces my ears and I wince, "What the hell?"

"You NEVER have the day off. Oh my gosh, this is so exciting. I'm taking off too, okay? We can paint our nails, and watch movies, and go shopping and get our hair done and-" she screeches.

"Tay, Tay, Tay, I'm not going anywhere. I just want to have a day in, to myself ya know? I need time to just, I don't know, reflect on my life." I try, knowing all too well she'd drag me along anyways.

"Well, a man who was once one of your closest friends said to live life for the moment because everything else is uncertain. You used to live by that rule. What happened now? Don't be a bore, Sam." she says. I guess I really did owe her. Because of me, she left the man she loved and she's been there for me ever since. How could I be so selfish?

"Earth to Samara...." Taylor drags on.

"Yeah, I'm here. I think I'll come." I say, forcing on a cheery voice.

"Great, now wear something cute. I'll come around in an hour to pick you up, bye!" she shouts.

When she hangs up, I remember how she gave up her most beloved thing to support me. 

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FLASHBACK

"You're supporting the man who ruined  my life Lou, what do you expect me to say?" I scream at him.

"Don't make me bloody choose Sam. He's my best friend and you're like my little sister. What do you expect me to DO?" He shouts back.

"He cheated on me Louis, on your little sister." I say softly, tears brimming at my eyes.

"You didn't even let him explain!" he says, exasperated. Out of no where, Taylor stumbles out of her and Louis' room, in just a bathrobe, "What's wrong, guys?" After Eleanor cheated on Louis, he was left heartbroken for months until Taylor came along and I haven't seen a couple more in love since.

"Nothing Taylor, we're just having a squabble." I say, trying to pull a goofy smile. I glance over at Louis and a smile tugs at his lips because of my word choice. In the moment when our eyes meet, i just want to hug him and have him tell me it's alright. I missed how everything used to be and I missed Harry and I missed Louis.

I guess Louis must have misread my expression and he said, "Well love, I'll tell you what's wrong. YOUR 'BEST FRIEND' THINKS SHE'S ALWAYS RIGHT AND SHE CAN NEVER MAKE A SINGLE GODDAMN MISTAKE AND YOU FUCKING PROBABLY ENCOURAGE HER. THAT'S WHAT'S WRONG." The moment he says it., the look on his face tells me he regrets it. Maybe, I was wrong. Maybe, I was the one at fault.

The hot tears I had been holding in, stream down my face in a rush and I run outside. I sob for maybe hours until someone's arms engulf my tiny body. "Zayn..." I breathe and I cry onto his shoulder as he wordlessly picks me up and carries me back to his flat.

The next morning I find out that Louis and Taylor have broken and I can't help but think that it's all my fault.

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Self-pity is honestly not going to help me. Why the hell am I like this? Brushing away the  tears from my eyes, I clear my head and start getting dressed. I see Harry's rolling stones shirt and smile lightly. No matter how many times I wash and rewash the shirt, it's like Harry has been sewn into the shirt, into each and every thread. I pick up the shirt and take a whiff of his smell , god I sound like I'm on drugs don't I? The feeling of nostalgia overwhelms me and I sit down to calm myself before pulling the shirt over myself.

Suddenly my phone vibrated: Be there in 5 babe ~Taylor your love. Chuckling, I pull on a pair of a dark red shorts and slip on my black Toms and rush out the door. 30 seconds later, I'm back inside to do my hair, I tie it into a high ponytail and curl the ends before putting on a bit of make up. I stuff some cash into my black tote and run outside. Little did I know that I wouldn't be going back inside for a while.

 *******

"Honestly, it's time you move on. It's been years, Sammi. Even I moved on." She sighed. I turned and looked at Taylor straight in the eyes, "Are you happy with Ian? Because I'm pretty damn sure you still love Louis." Her gaze faltered and I turned away, feeling guilty. "Anyways so how was the kiss?" Taylor asked with a goofy smile, I pulled my best friend into a hug and whispered, "I'm sorry.' She reassuringly patted my back, pulling away and I changed the topic, replying, "He's a good kisser but..."

"You don't feel that way about him?" she guessed.

"Aha yup, basically. Now let's go buy us some clothes." Taylor dragged me around the whole mall, from TopShop then to Deliaz and then to Lord and Taylor and basically everything in between. I refrained from buying anything, I was perfectly content with my wardrobe. I huffed, who was I kidding? I hadn't gone shopping in the last 2 years- call me crazy. For the first time in many years, I let go. We ran around acting foolish and buying anything and everything we liked. I mean, we had enough money so why not?

By the time we stumbled back to the car with too many bags to count, I realized that we were both starving. Throwing our bags into the car in a haste, we jogged to a corner bakery near by, just talking and eating, like the old times.

"I'm glad you're back Sam." Taylor said quietly. Not knowing how to respond, I simply smile as we walk out of the bakery, our arms linked. I felt a drop of rain on my arm and said, "It's drizzling." Taylor simply smirked, 'Nice one Sherlock." I giggled as we hurried back to the car.

I dig into my tote for my keys for a good 2 minutes. "Sam...." Taylor breathed and then I saw what she was looking at, the keys were in the car and we were locked out. Just as I began to curse, a heavy downpour began, nearly knocking us over. "Bloody hell!" I shouted. 

"How are we gonna get home?" Taylor chattered. 

"I don't know, let's go wait in the coffee shop until-" I started when I was cut off by my cancophonous ringtone. The rain fell fast onto my phone. Thank god for otter boxes- they were definetly one of God's creations. I picked up, a little irked, "What?. My voice came out unnaturally husky, probably due to the screaming all day and my teeth chattering.

"Hello love, there's a bit of an emergency. I'm Darcy's dad and Noah's over and he's extremely hurt." I freeze because of two things:

1) That was Harry's voice. Harry's raspy, deep voice that for years during the day time, whispered sweet nothings into my ears making me blush and at night whispered dirty things into my ear and made chills go down my spine. It was my Harry.

2) Noah was hurt. My baby boy was hurt. 

Out of those statements, only one completely registered.

My baby boy was hurt. 

A/N: i hope you liked it, i knw i said i'd update earlier but i ddint have my phone and ive just been really busy for the past few days im soo sorry this is SOOO SHORTTT D: and uh next chapter harry and sam are deffoo meeting okay and it will be reallyyy long? please vote, comment, fan i'd really appreciate it :) bye cupcakes ilysm and thank yaaa <3