When Samantha James becomes One Direction's personal assistant, she gets more than she bargains for. Falling for Harry Styles is one of them. But things aren't always easy or beautiful, because Sam has secrets--dark ones, and she'll do anything to h...
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"Goodnight, Sydney! Thank you so much!" I yelled through the mic. The fans screamed and the boys and I ran off stage as the cheering continued. Sam greeted us all with bottles of water and a kiss for me.
She wrinkled her nose. "My god you guys smell."
We all laughed. "Get used to it," Niall joked, taking a long swig from his bottle.
Paul snapped his fingers and we all followed him through the corridor as Sam and other people from the tech crew disconnected us from our ear pieces and equipment. We had to get in the cars and head back to the hotel and get right to sleep. We had an interview in the morning and a show that night.
Cameras were flashing as we made the short distance from the door to the cars. I felt Sam take a noticeable step behind me to put some distance between us. I hated the fact that I couldn't hold her hand or show her off to the world, but I also knew how the media could be. We'd never be left alone and I didn't want to ruin our relationship when it'd just begun.
Once we were at the hotel we dragged our tired bodies to our rooms. Sam pulled my shirt over my head in the bathroom, smirking as she slowly ran her hands down my chest and torso. "I can't believe I'm saying this," I groaned. "But not tonight, baby."
Sam just smiled and turned on the shower. "Who said anything about sex? Get your head out of the gutter, Styles."
She took her shirt off and stepped out of her jeans, leaving her standing in front of me in just her bra and knickers. If I wasn't so tired, we'd be having sex on the bathroom floor right now. Forget the shower.
I shook my head at her and slid my jeans down my legs. "You tease," I commented.
"I'm not a tease. We're just taking a shower together," she replied, putting her hand under the water to test the temperature. She removed her hand and unclasped her bra, throwing it in my face. As I grabbed it, she hastily slid her panties off and jumped into the shower.
Chuckling, I threw the bra to the floor and finished undressing before joining her. She wrapped her arms around my neck and brought our bare chests together. Goosebumps formed on her skin. "You're not worried that with us spending all this time together... that we're not going to get sick of each other?"
I smoothed her wet hair back from her face. "We've already talked about this, love."
Her grip tightened. "I just don't want you to get sick of me," she whispered.
