Come My Way (A Harry Styles Fanfic)

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SAM's POV

Brady and I didn't speak to each other until we pulled onto our street. "I know you think I'm being rebellious and crazy for being impulsive like this. But I'm really not. I really have feelings for this guy. I know it's been like 2 seconds since I met him, but ugh, B, it feels like years." I was talking really fast and he was looking at me with his eyebrows raised. "You know how you and Mandi were at the beginning? All over each other all the time and practically in love even though you had barely met? Well that's what this is like. With a lot of passion and playing around and just having fun. I know you're having a hard time because he's not anything like the normal guy I would date. He's really different. But I really, really, reeeeally like him and I think you should give him a chance." I was being honest, Harry Styles was nothing like my type. My type was blue jeans, cowboy boots, and a rifle or shot gun slung over their shoulder walking through the woods with me. I mean, I loved tall boys and Harry definitely was tall. But he was no cowboy, let me tell ya. He was different, and I needed change. I need a little Styles in my life, I thought.

To my surprise, Brady didn't try to argue with me. I was immensely grateful. "Look, Sam. I know you're a good girl and you're smart. But ending up on world-wide news isn't gonna look too good to our parents. I don't think Harry is half bad. But he's part of the problem right now, which is making it even harder for me to like him. Technically you're part of the problem too, so I don't like you at the moment." He chuckled. I punched his shoulder and he added, "I don't always like you but I always love you." I smiled at him and he pinched my cheek so hard that I yelled at him and hit him hard on the shoulder. He jumped out of his truck and started running towards the house with me running after him.

It was always like this with my brother and I. We would fight or argue for a while but we always found a way to mess with each other to make it better. I loved that about our relationship.

I bounded into the house after him, leaving the right hand side of the front door swinging open as I chased him up the stairs. He found anything he could to throw at me to slow me down, and we ended up laughing so hard we had to call a truce. I closed the front door, still laughing, and walked over to the couch. I plopped down on it, wheezing slightly from running and laughing so hard. He sat on top of me and made me groan in pain, he was huge. I was squished under his weight, making weird noises because I couldn't breathe. "Get ooooooffff!" I squeaked out. After a few minutes he stood up and left me in the living room alone. "You weigh a million pounds, B!"

"I know."

I turned on the huge TV and heard my phone start to ring. It was my mom. Brady came around the corner and I saw that his phone was ringing in his hand too, showing the name 'Dad.' Well, shit.

I turned the TV back off and reluctantly pressed the green button that said "Answer." I took a deep breath and said "Hey mama!" As happily and normal-sounding as I could, knowing what was coming.

The voice I heard coming through my phone was snarky and sarcastic as ever. Yep. It was definitely my mother and she had definitely seen the news. I could hear Brady's muffled voice coming from the kitchen and I knew he was talking to our Dad, hopefully he was taking up for me. I didn't want him to get in trouble but I knew B would be on my side in this. We always teamed up together, it's how we survived our crazy family.

My mother rambled on for several minutes, eventually I stopped listening. I loved my mama so much, she was definitely my favorite person in the world. But my goodness, that woman can talk. I guess I know where I get it from.

I finally butted in to her rambling about how "She trusted me and blah blah blah,"

"Mama. I promise I'm being smart. I was over at a new friends house and we just got a little crazy for a little bit. The paparazzi made it seem like so much more than it was. Plus they didn't even mention my name, they keep saying "mystery girl." We have nothing to worry about mama. I promise. I'm so sorry to have worried you and my Daddy but I promise I am fine."

We both said I love you and I promised to call her later that night before I went to bed. We were on different time schedules because of the zones but we didn't care, I would love to hear her voice at 3 in the morning rather than not at all. We hung up and I walked in the kitchen and sat on the counter, eyeing my big brother.

His shoulders were tense and his brow was furrowed together with one of his hands punching the bridge of his nose in frustration. I could hear my father's muffled voice on the other side of the phone, clearly angry. I could tell because he would yell every other sentence and then attempt to be calm. Then he would start yelling again. He always did that. He tried so hard not to yell at us but he always did, it was kind of funny. He's a really sweet father and it took a lot to let his only two children to move to a different continent all by themselves. I knew I would come back to my parents some day. I couldn't stay away from Texas for too long. But for now, I wanted to make my own life in a new world.

My butt started hurting from the cold marble counter top so I slowly slunk up the stairs to my room, sore from my run earlier this morning. I peeled off my clothes before I shut the door half way and got in the shower. I loved showering with the door half way open. That way the mirror was almost filled with steam but not fully.

When I was done with my shower I wrapped a towel around my body and didn't bother to put one on my head to dry my thick, sopping wet hair. I searched my drawers for something that reminded me of home, I missed Texas. Hearing my mama's voice made me realize I was more homesick than I had thought. I found the homemade jersey my very best friend and I had made for her boyfriend and my guy best friend. It said 'REBS' on the front (short for Rebels) and it had "SMITH" and 99 painted on the back in maroon and white, my high school's colors. I missed my friends back in Texas so much. My very best friend was named Julia. She was currently attending medical school to become a physical therapist. She moved right after graduation and I haven't seen her since. I missed her, more than words could explain. She knew me like no one else did.

And then, there's my other best friend. His name was Derek Smith. I've called him "Smithy" since the first day I met him, my freshman year of high school. He has always been like a big brother to me. He knows me just as well as Julia does, and we're just as close, if not closer now because Julia has been away for so long. I missed all of my friends so much. A single tear slipped down my cheek and onto my left foot. I had been standing in front of my dresser thinking about my friends and how much I missed them for a good few minutes now. I threw on my SMITH jersey and some camo sweatpants I and plopped down on my bed. My phone rang, and I answered it as soon as I saw who it was. I smiled a huge smile and sat up.

"CAMRYNNNN!!!!!!" I yelled hideously into my phone.

"SAMMY JOOOOO!!!!!" She yelled back at me. I laughed, I had missed her voice so much. Camryn and I were cousins on my Dad's side, and she knew me best next to Julia and Smithy.

Camryn and I got so close in high school, she was one of the few people that knows about Ethan. Ugh. I hated his name so much. Bleh. I only told her everything about him recently, because while it was going on I was too scared to involve her. Now that I know I'm safe, I felt I could tell her. I told her about a month before I left for England.

I heard a knock at my door and Brady walked in before I could answer. Camryn says something and I put her on speaker. Recognizing her voice, his face lights up in a smile.

"Is that my Cam Bam! O-M-G!" He fake jumps up and down, imitating me and how I talk about Camryn. She really is one of my very best friends, and I wouldn't trade her for the world. Brady and Camryn and I talk about stupid stuff for a while before we finally decide to go watch a movie downstairs and promise to keep her updated with "the boy toy" as she called him. Brady did not like that. He just kept referring to him as "jerk wad." Lol.

I eventually fell asleep on the couch and woke up the next morning. I was confused on whether it was morning or night because the clouds showing through the enormous windows in the living room were dark and gloomy, but it was too bright to be the dead of night. It had to be almost sunrise.

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OMG GUYS OKAY ILL UPDATE AS SOON AS I CAN BC IM GROUNDED LOL. IM TRYING I PROMISE. I WUV JA 😘