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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My eyes opened to a room that was still dark. The other side of the bed was empty and cold. I had fallen asleep holding Sam, but I hadn't felt her getting up. My phone dinged and then it dinged again. I grabbed it from the nightstand. Dozens of text messages showed on my screen.
Did you know about this?
Is she going to sue?
What is going on?
Is this real?
What in the hell were they talking about? What was real? Who's going to sue? Sam? Sue for what?
I threw the covers off of me and stumbled out of the room. I heard the sobs coming from the kitchen and my heart was beating against my ribs, because I knew it was her. When I stepped into the light I saw her on her knees in the kitchen floor, Nicki's arms wrapped around her.
"Sam," I said and knelt down next to her.
Nicki's eyes were full of tears as she pulled away from her and stood, walking over to the sink to brace herself over it. Sam kept crying. "Sam, what is going on?" I asked her.
The only thing she could do was shake her head and say, "It's not fair. It's not fair."
"What isn't fair, love? Talk to me," I begged.
Sam wiped the wetness from her cheeks and looked at me. She looked so broken in that moment and I almost collapsed at the sight of her. "I have to tell you something," she whispered.
I tucked the hair stuck to her face behind her ears. "Okay, so tell me," I said quietly.
"Not here. Let's... let's go to the beach."
She grabbed onto my arm and I helped her up. Her body was shaking but the tears had stopped. She grabbed a blanket from the couch and wrapped it around herself before sliding open the backdoor and heading out. I looked at Nicki who just gave me a single nod.
I trailed behind Sam during the short walk to the shore. When we reached the middle of the beach she sat down with the blanket still wrapped around her. The moon was bright in the sky and there wasn't a single cloud. The ocean was black as it crashed against the sand.
I took a seat next to her and waited for her to speak. Her wet cheeks glistened in the low light of the moon and she stared out at the sea. Her throat jumped as she swallowed. She didn't look at me. "Remember when I told you that I wasn't proud of my past? That it wasn't something I liked to talk about?"
"Yeah," I answered. How could I forget? I'd been dying to know every little detail about her, even the darkest parts.
She took a deep breath. "Well, when I was seventeen... God, I can't do this," she muttered to herself. I grabbed her hand, lacing my fingers through hers. She stared down at our hands. "I grew up Mormon."
