Beyond the Lights (h.s)

Chapter Nineteen: Harry

I landed at LAX at nearly four in the morning. The guys, except Niall, would be here later today, but I just couldn't wait any longer to see Sam. I'd tricked her into giving me her friend's address early. She had no idea I was coming.

                  I was able to make it through the airport and to the car with no trouble from fans or paparazzi. I gave the driver the address and anxiously waited for our arrival. The drive was about a half hour but it felt like an eternity. We pulled up to a small shack just blocks away from the beach. As soon as you stepped out from the car you smelt the ocean, but it was pitch black out.

                  Walking up to the door, I cursed myself for not getting Nicki's number, but then Sam would have become suspicious. I knocked and waited another minute, ringing the doorbell. A man with disheveled brown hair sticking up every which way and tired eyes answered the door. He turned on the outside light and I jumped. "Can I—holy shit," he said.

                  "Is Sam here?" I asked him.

                  He stood stunned and speechless. A girl came up behind him who I figured was Nicki. Her blonde hair was up in a bun and she was tying a silk bathrobe around herself. "Matt, what is it?" she asked. Once she looked up, her jaw slacked open as well. "Oh my God."

                  Once again, I repeated my question. "Is Sam James here?"

                  Matt snapped out of it and nodded his head. "Yeah, man of course." He stepped out of the way and pulled Nicki with him. She still wasn't speaking. "Her bedroom is down the hall to the left."

                  It was a tiny little place, but it was cute in its own way. I smirked to myself. I could see Sam and Nicki raising hell here when they lived together, especially with the beach so close by. I came to her bedroom door and opened it slowly.

                  She was on her stomach with a leg hooked up and out of the blankets, her arms crossed underneath the pillow. Her mouth was slightly open and she breathed softly, a piece of her hair blowing with every exhale as it stuck to her lips. I sat down next to her and moved her hair from her face. She stirred. "Nicki, what are you doing?" she mumbled. She still didn't open her eyes.

                  "I'm not Nicki," I said.

                  At the sound of my voice her eyes sprang open and she sat up, smiling. Sam was definitely not a morning person, so it was quite a surprise when she shot up so fast to wrap her arms around me. "Harry! What are you doing here? I thought you guys didn't fly in until later today," she said into my neck.

                  She pulled away and I kissed her for the first time in almost three weeks. "I missed you and I wanted some time just with you," I replied.