Will She Remember?

Christmas With Harry

Sam's POV

I cuddle under the covers, blocking the cold. A pillow covers my face blocking the light from the open blinds.

I'm on an ice rink skating. Back in Canada with my friends. We are all skating around the rink following everyone else skating.

Jen begins to lose her balance until she falls on her butt. I giggle at her and pull her back on her feet. She's laughing with me. We continue to skate with my other friend Shane. We skate for hours together, stopped here and there by Jen falling.

Then a familiar curly haired boy skates past us. "Sam..." He says as he skates by. He goes to fast for me to see his face.

I don't let it bother me until he pasts us again. "Sam..." He says once again. Jen falls again, Shane and I help her back up.

"Sam..." The voice is louder and closer. We skate a bit faster. I try to ignore the voice. "Sam...." The voice booms in my head. I turn around and am staring at Harry.

My eyes fly open. My head jerks forward bumping my heads with Harry. "Oww!" I rub my forehead. Harry rubs his head also.

"What are you doing in here?" I asks. "I'm here to pick you up." He replies. "I thought you were coming at one?" I question. "It is one." He says pointing towards the clock. "How did you get in the house?" I ask. " Your mum let me in, she said you were sleeping. She wished me good luck and left." He explains.

"Now get up and get ready." He sits up and hits me with a pillow. " You wanna go?" I say taunting him with my pillow. In response he hits me in the face with a pillow. I stand up on my bed and start hitting Harry in the face.

He pulls out my legs and I fall on my butt. He pins me down and sit on my stomach. "You wanna try that again?" He dares.

"Get the hell off me fattie!" I yell. "Never" He yells back. I begin to kick him. "Kicking will get you no where." He says still pinning me down. He pinches my sides, a smile forms on my lips.

" Someone is ticklish." He discovers with an evil grin. " No." I warn. Harry begins to pinch my sides and I start to laugh.

"Harry......stoppp!" I breath out from laughing. "Harry I can't breathe!" I shout while still laughing. My face is red and my eyes were watering .

Harry finally grants my wish and stops. " Now go get ready, before I tickle you again." He threatens. I get up from my bed and walk over to my bathroom.

I start the shower, until the room filled with steam. I strip my pajamas and hop inside.

After my shower I turn off the shower and wrap a towel over myself. I'm so dumb I left my clothes in my bedroom.

I open the door by a crack and look into my bedroom, Harry is sitting on my bed. I open the door all the way and walk over to my dresser.

I could feel Harry staring at me. I grab all my clothes from the dresser and walk back to the bathroom. I quickly change and go back to my bedroom to grab my hair brush.

" Your hair is curly?" Harry asks. "ummm yeah." I say staring at myself in the mirror. " How come you don't wear your hair curly?" He asks. "I never like it curly." I said now looking into Harry's green eyes. "It's cute." Harry says touching one of the curls.