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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The grief hit Sam like a hurricane. For two days she was completely normal. It scared all of us, but especially me. I was waiting for her to break.
And it happened on the third day.
I woke up in the middle of the night to her standing in front of the hotel window, staring out. "Sam?" I had asked, not fully awake. "Are you okay?" I threw the sheets off of me made my way to her.
She was wearing a black silk shirt of mine, one that I had worn the night before at a show. She had one arm crossed over her stomach, the other resting lightly over her mouth. As I got closer I saw that she had trails of tears down her cheeks. "They're dead," she said quietly.
"Oh, Sam," I whispered, reaching out for her.
Sam turned quickly to face me. "They're dead."
I nodded and tightened my jaw, running a hand through my hair. "I know, Sam."
She rolled her teary eyes up the ceiling and sighed a shaky breath. "What the fuck did I do? Harry, what the hell did I do?" she asked.
I stepped closer to her. "You didn't do anything, Sam. It was an unfortunate accident and it just happened," I said softly.
"If I had never left, if I had never run off... I would have been with them that day, maybe. Maybe I would have died."
I shook my head. "Sam, don't say that. Please don't say that."
"But it's true, right?" she asked. "It'd be me, too? And if not then I would have been there with them. They wouldn't have been alone."
"They weren't alone, Sam. They were together," I reminded her.
"I should have been there!" she yelled. A sob ripped from her throat and she was crying so hard that she couldn't breathe. Her face was contoured with pain and she pressed the heel of her hand against her forehead, gasping for air.
I stepped forward, reaching for her arm. "Sam," I started.
"God," she gasped. "It hurts, Harry. It hurts." Sam could no longer hold herself up, and I gripped her elbow just as her knees buckled and she fell to the floor, taking me with her.
"I know, baby. I know," I whispered, pulling her closer. She was sobbing so loud that I was sure Liam could hear her next door.
She cried for a few more hours after that, eventually exhausting herself and falling asleep. We had a show and an interview on Good Morning America that day. I was exhausted and worried about leaving Sam alone, so I had Lou stay with her again. When I left she was still asleep.
