Stolen (Harry Styles)

Chapter 1 :

Sam's POV:

His shallow warm breaths were felt on my neck as he gently pressed down in different places with his lips leaving behind marks to prove he was with me. Slowly I ran my fingers through my hair making him.throw his head backwards as he gently let out a moan from the bottom of his throat. God I loved that deep rough moan. Slowly he pulled away from me making me miss the feeling of his skin on my skin.

"I'll see you later Sam. Don't go running into someone else's lap while I'm gone."

I scowled "You tell me to go to someone else yet you never bring me out in public because I will ruin your appearance to the public. So it is always dirty hotels and infested clubs. We have our time together and then you leave again and pretend to not know me when you see me in public working different jobs. As if you actually give a whit about me. You don't want to loose the only person who will run behind you like a lost dog when you call in the middle of the night."

The look on his beautiful defined face turned into a hurt expression as his eyes told the story of how my words hurt him in a deep place. As if he had a heart to be broken by a person.

Without a single word to be said to me in response he turned and went to the door slamming it on the way out making the full house shake from the impact.

I walked my way to the shower to wash away the remains of his smell that lingers on my body and with hopes it will wash away his memory from my being.

The cold water poured onto my body and as I scrubbed myself from his disgusting remains I could only think of one thing- how his bare skin felt on my body and how his lips felt on mine and how his body was a beautiful canvas that was drawn on with intricate lines and shading that made him seem like a walking art show.

"Fuck you Harry Styles" I muttered as I stepped out of the shower.