Come My Way (A Harry Styles Fanfic)

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(A/n: I got 500 reads guys omg the tears are real ahhhhffffmmm!!!!!! Thank you guys so much!!!!!!! I've been really busy lately, sorry for the late update! Love y'all xo chas)

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HARRY'S POV:

I wake up to terrible shrieks and yells coming from upstairs. Realizing that Sam is the only person in the house but me, I race up the stairs as fast as my feet will go. I fucking swear, if anyone has touched her, I'll kill the bastards. I throw open my bedroom door to find Sam writhing and screaming and crying in my bed. I rush over to her and shake her shoulders, "Sam! Sam! Wake up, Sam!!!" She doesn't wake up but stops screaming, still writhing in my arms, clutching her knee and leg.

"Sam, I need you to wake up, dammit!" I yell and pull on the ends of my hair, I can't stand to see her like this.

She finally makes a strangled choking noise and opens her eyes. She looks at me with the most horrified look on her face, and starts sobbing. My heart is racing a million miles a minute as I pull her shaking form into my lap. I rock her back and forth, and her breathing slows, but she is still full on sobbing.

"Shh, shh, baby girl. You're ok, you're fine." My voice comes out more relaxed than I feel. I feel like someone just pushed me out of a fucking air plane. Without a parachute.

I kiss her forehead, and she claws her nails into my t-shirt, going through the fabric into my skin. I wince, but she doesn't see. She digs her fingers further in until I can't feel anymore pain, all I care about is her. Her sobs slowly fade into quiet tears, occasionally whimpering into my chest. I feel like I'm on the bottom of the ocean, my chest hurts so badly. I never ever want her to experience whatever that was again. It hurt me probably just as much as it hurt her. It felt like someone fucking ripped my heart out of my damn chest.

She starts making noises, trying to form proper words into a sentence. She sounds like a child when they are crying. They get flustered, and out of breath, and can't breathe properly. They start making weird noises, and that is exactly what Sam is doing.

"What?" I tilt her chin up so she is looking at me and she just starts sobbing again. Her sobs turn into coughs, and she starts wheezing. I panic a little when she looks into my eyes and motions to her chest, coughing even more violently. She takes slow, dramatic breaths and tries to calm down, while I am freaking out.

"What's wrong? Talk to me Sam." I coax her off the bed and she stands, and falls. Shit, I forgot about her knee. Great job, Haz.

"C-can't...breathe!" I pull her to her feet and pick her up bridal style, rushing down the stairs. Niall walks through the front door as I reach the bottom.

"What happened?" He walks to us and looks at Sam in my arms. She is wheezing even harder, and gaging.

"I don't know! I went up there and she was screaming because of a bad dream and then started crying and now she can't breathe! What do we do?!" I panic.

He puts his head to her chest and starts to take her out of my arms.

"What the hell? Get off!" I start to push him off but he kicks me in the shin.

"Shit! What was that for?!" I curse loudly.

"Shhh!!!" He squints his eyes and puts his head back to her chest. His eyes widen immediately. He looks at her, saying, "Do you have asthma?" She nods her head vigorously, and he curses under his breath.

"Did you bring your inhaler?" She coughs and nods again, pointing up.

"Go get her bag!" Niall succeeds in taking her from me this time and he tries to make her stand. She winces and bends over.