Something About You (Harry Styles fanic) *EDITING*

chapter 32

 “I’ll tell you, baby, it was easy coming back here to you once I figured it out, you were right here all along.” – mirrors, Justin Timberlake.

Harry’s point of view:

“What do you mean surgery?” I ask hoping I have heard him wrong “she is the donor harry, her surgery is on the 15th well actually that is what I called for, she needs to come in tomorrow evening for the preparation of the surgery, will you tell her this? Harry?” he calls out to me, but all I could think about is Sam going through the surgery “yeah sure” I hang up and walk to the lads “I need to leave, I need to get to Sam now” I breathe out as I try not to panic.

“What’s wrong? Is she hurt?” niall asks “she is going in for surgery tomorrow, I need to get to her now” I speak as I start to walk away, she needs me.

Sam’s point of view:

I decide to watch the re runs of friends to try and forget this emptiness I am feeling inside, I wrap the blanket over my body, trying to warm my body but nothing seems to work. A tear slipped from my eye as the memories try to flow in, I wipe it away quickly. I was lost in my own thoughts when I hear a knock. I pull myself out the warm blanket and head towards the door.

I open the door and see him standing there; he pulls me towards his him and engulfs me into a hug, I wrap my arms around him and nuzzle my head between the crook of his neck, taking in his scent, he is actually here, harry is here. “I love you harry” I breathe out; I pull back and look into his eyes “I love you” I smile as I confess my love for him “I love you” he grins and kisses me, butterflies erupt as I pull him closer deepening the kiss, the kiss heating up the atmosphere as we stumble towards the room.

He pushes me up against the wall, as he deepens the kiss, my hands finding its way into his curls; I tug on it earning a throaty groan from him “jump” he instructs, I jump and wrap my legs around his waist, I can feel how hard he is and it just makes me want him more. He stumbles back as he carries me to the bed, he lays me down gently and climbs on top of me, I quickly pull him closer and attach our lips. I caress his cheeks, his slight stubble tickling my palm; he looks into my eyes before he kisses me again. Our kiss speaking for itself, the love we feel for each other, the need we have for the other.

I tug the hem of his shirt, he pulls himself up for a second to help me pull his shirt over his head, he pulls my sweatshirt over my head, he scans my bare chest for a minute before he leans in to kiss me again. He starts leaving a trail of wet kisses from jaw line to my neck, where he nibbles on the soft skin making a moan escape my lips, his slow pace and gentle touch was driving me crazy.

“Harry....please” I beg, he chuckles before he gets up to remove his jeans, he pushes my shorts down and lays a gentle kiss on my hip making me squirm under the heat of his lips, he starts leaving a trail of kisses on my stomach as he slowly comes up “I love you Sam” he whispers before attaching our lips, I pull him closer, closing the little gap we have between each other.

He slowly enters me, filling me as we become one. I moan he slowly thrusts in “I love you harry” I breathe out, he keeps his pace steady and slow, making me run my nails over his back, leaving my mark on him. He leans in and kisses me, the air seems to have left our lungs but both us are too desperate for each other to care, the only thing that seemed to matter right now was us. I could feel the familiar knot growing within me, he nibbles on my soft skin, his hot breath being felt, pushing me over the edge, I declare my love for him as I come, he soon follows.

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We lay there for minutes trying to get our breathing back to normal, he pulls me closer, I wrap my hands around his waist and lay my head on his chest listening to the rhythm of his heart. Minutes pass or maybe it has been hours, the silence consuming us, not a single word escaping from our lips. Harry gently plays with my hair as we both are lost in our own thoughts.