Stolen (Harry Styles)

Chapter 8

Chapter 8

Sam's POV:

The next morning sun shined through the window waking me up. I see a mop of curls on my lap and I try to move slowly away not to wake the boy who is my savior.

I walked to the kitchen and I grabbed a pen and a piece of paper and I left him a note for when he wakes up:

Harry,

I can't even explain how thankful I am that you saved me from Nick yesterday. I thought you were a disgusting pig but I see that you are in reality not as bad as I thought but you still are an ass. Even though a lot has happened I wanted to say thanks- for everything.

I'm going back to my apartment to get my things and I'll be back later- and we can search for a new apartment for me to live in--manybe with a room mate?

I'll see you later - Sam.

After I finished the note I leave it near the fruit. While closing the dokrt I blow Harry a kiss good bye.

Harry's POV:

I woke up and felt a lack of heat on my body that was present when I was in deep sleep.

"Sam?" I called out like a small child who has lost their mother in the supermarket. Silence was my only response. "Okay Sam, leave without telling anyone that your gone."

I grabbed my phone to check for any messages as I walked into the kitchen and grabbed an apple with all my attention to my phone.

As I bite the apple I consider calling my mother back now since I dont have anyone to pester and bother me about what I will say to her on the phone for not calling her own son in such a long time.

"Hello?" the familiar voice says on the phone.

"Hey, its Harry."

"Harry! I've missed you terribly! I am so sorry that I took such a long time to call you back- I was just so busy with things. How are you?" the voice only played an annoying ringing in my head and not the same music it does when Sam speaks to me.

"You were too busy to talk to your own son?" I snap back at her. "Well since your not busy now and you made time for your own son, I'm good. I was better when I wasn't talking to you."

"Harry please. I am sorry."

"Okay." I respond quite annoyed that she thinks she has the right to be forgiven so quickly.

"I have news to tell you!" she says again so cheerful for god knows what reason.

"What is it?"

"IM GETTING MARRIED!" she yells into the phone a little too loud and my ears start to hurt but I feel a headache coming from my anger also.

"WHAT?" I say into the phone a little louder than I wanted to say.

"I'm getting married Harry and I have more great news- you're the best man!" she tells me and suddenly my anger crossed into the danger zone.

"YOURE GETTING MARRIED? IS THAT WHAT HAS BEEN KEEPING YOU SO BUSY THAT YOU HAVENT BEEN ABLE TO TALK TO YOUR OWN SON? GREAT MOM AND YOU DIDNT EVEN ASK ME HOW I FEEL ABOUT THIS. AND YOURE TELLING ME THAT I AM THE BEST MAN AS IF I WOULD ACCEPT IT? NO I WONT MOTHER UNLIKE YOU I ACTUALLY TRIED TO CALL YOU AND MAKE AN ATTEMPT TO TALK TO YOU UNLIKE YOU. GO AHEAD AND HAVE YOUR DAMN WEDDING AND SCREW WHO EVER AND WHAT EVER YOU WANT BECAUSE I DAMN DONT CARE ANYMORE." I ended the call and slammed the phone on the coffee table.

Suddenly I am throwing down pictures and destroying furnature. I could care less about anything at the moment.

With my anger to extremes I grabbed my phone and called the person I haven't talked to in months.

"Hey Harry! I knew you would come back. What's up mate?" the voice rang in my head.

"Hey Zayn. Want to go to the bar? I could use a drink."

"Are my ears playing tricks on me? THE HARRY STYLES WANTS TO HANG OUT WITH US AGAIN?"

"Dont take it so seriously. I need a drink thats all. It doesnt mean that I forgive you for what you did to that girl."

"Okay okay dont bring that up please. It hurts my chest when I think of her. Come down to the Nino's Bar. We are going to be there in five minutes." and then I heard a click on the other line knowing that they hung up the phone.

I grabbed my car keys and headed to the bar to meet up with my past face to face.