Enough

Chapter 16.

Just after Louis left, mother called me to meet her downstairs. I am ready for her questions and this subject has been on my mind all day. 

Just as I reach the last step, she is standing in front of me in a matter of seconds with her hands on her hips and a cold look. ''What happened?'' She asks with a hint of anger in her voice.

''Nothing,'' I lie while looking down at the ground.

''Nothing?'' She laughs, alright she's furious. ''A phone call from the doctor had to interrupt me working today. He said you got a concussion, mind explaining why?''

I sigh. I don't really have a good explanation for that without her yelling at me somehow. ''I tripped.'' My terribly liar qualities speaks for me. 

A small chuckle escapes from my mother's mouth again before she speaks up again. ''Samantha Anabelle, I know you too well to know that you're careful with physical activities so you can tell me the truth now.''

''A guy accidently pushed me, punched me - I don't know what he did but they took me to the hospital and I got a small concussion. Nothing too bad, mum.''

''Who is this guy? The same guy you're dating? Samantha, if he's abusing you in any way-''

''What? No, he's not!'' I almost feel like yelling at her at the thought of Harry. But I didn't seem to correct her when she said the guy that I'm dating. The guy that I'm dating is Louis, right?

Speaking of the devil, my phone vibrates in my hand and as I look up, Harry's name flashes on the screen. My ears are craving to hear his voice, but my mind isn't sure. Right now, I would do anything to skip this conversation with my mother. 

''We'll talk about this later,'' My mother says as she sighs. ''You need to rest, goodnight.'' 

''Goodnight, mum.'' I mumble before almost sprinting back up to my room. 

When I made sure that the door is closed, I sit down on my soft bed before answering. 

''Harry?'' The name sounds good on my tounge. 

''Hi Sam!'' His voice is high but on the same time deep and raspy like always. He's drunk, am I the cause of it?

''Harry, are you drunk?'' I ask and I can almost hear him moan when I said his name, he's really drunk. 

''Maybe,'' He giggles which is a beautiful sound, but I miss the raspy chuckle even more. ''Guess what?'' 

I sigh but can't help the smile that appears on my face. ''What?'' I sigh to hide the hint of amusement in my voice.

''I fucked a girl.'' 

My smile disappears the second he finishes his sentence. A clump develops in my throat, but I don't know why. I shouldn't be sad or be crying over his actions or him. I have a boyfriend who I almost had sex with too, but the thought of Harry and another girl makes me want to vomit. 

A tear escapes my right eye, but I wipe it before it reaches my jaw. I let out a small, shaky breath before recollecting myself. 

''Well, that makes two of us.'' My voice is shaky but I hope he won't notice. Silence appears again and I hear a small strange sound before his voice comes back but stern, hard and cold. 

''With who?'' 

''Who do you think?'' I'm not some tramp who sleeps with everyone, what did he think?

''Well, I'm sorry for interrupting.'' Harry sounds hurt, but I doubt it. The reminder of alcohol in his system repeats in my mind.

''It's okay.'' I mumble.