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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This was not my scene, but I wanted so desperately to fit in that I was willing to risk everything. I was willing to risk everything for him. He saw me for me. He saw past everything that I thought defined me, but that was never the real me at all.
The air was smoky and electric when I stepped into the house. I'd opted for a mini-skirt. Once, a long time ago, I'd taken one of the jean skirts Momma bought me and cut it up, burying it in my sock drawer. I'd put it on when I was alone and daydream about wearing whatever I wanted when I wanted.
Heads turned as I made my way through the living room. They weren't used to seeing me like this. They leaned into each other and began whispering, pointing to my exposed thighs. I nervously twisted my hands and kept my eyes cast down as I headed for the kitchen. That's where he told me he would be.
There he was, just as perfect as when I'd last seen him. He smiled when he saw me and my stomach did backflips. "Hey, Sam. You look great," he said and gently grabbed my elbow, pulling me over to the kitchen island where red solo cups littered the counter.
He handed me a cup and I took a sip, immediately gagging it back out. He chuckled at me. "Sorry, it's a little strong. I should have warned you."
I just gave him a small smile and a shrug. "It's okay," I replied and took a smaller sip. It made my stomach churn, so I just held it in my hand with no intentions of drinking it.
Hours passed and I'd been quietly hanging out with him and his friends in the kitchen while they laughed and played drinking games. All of them were drunk and I was still holding the same cup, the alcohol in it warm.
He turned to me, chewing on his lip. "Let's get out of here, yeah? You want to go upstairs where we can talk?" he asked.
I nodded and set my cup down, my hand feeling weird without the weight, but his hand slipped into mine and it was suddenly forgotten. He led me up the stairs one by one. Everyone was too wasted or high to realize where I was going and who I was with. The first bedroom was empty.
My feet gravitated toward the bed. My head was swimming, being alone with him like this. He sat next to me and cleared his throat, a goofy grin taking over his face. "You've never kissed anyone before, have you, Sam?" he asked me.
I shook my head. "I'm not allowed to court until I'm eighteen," I revealed.
"Court?" he wondered.
"Date," I explained.
He nodded and slid closer to me. I swallowed. "Well, would you want to kiss me?"
