Loving Him *complete*

Chapter 23

A/N Hey guys were you all shocked about Zayn's choice? What do you think cat is going through? Comment down below in the comment section and tell me what you think.

Love you my little brownies!!!!!!!

Songs for this chapter:

° That should be me - Justin Bieber

° The Nandos song - Ed Sheeran ft. Example

~Sam's p.o.v

When I was younger I always dreamed what love could possibly feel like. Would it feel like a thousand butterflies writing in the pit of your stomach how people described it? Does it feel like a magical mist that starts from your lips where you connected to the very tips of your toes and fingers? From the different romance books -52 that I can count and remember- they say it's this indescribable feeling that cannot be put into words even if you tried. It's this feeling of all happiness that you've ever felt and put all together to make you this super happy, and giggly person who feels like they're on cloud nine, whatever that means. But they never tell us the hurt and consequences that come with it.

And that's exactly what part I'm in.

It's not only painful, but it leaves you feeling like you're all dried out from being able to feel any emotion ever again. When you have a broken heart it's hard to put all the pieces together. You might still be able to place your whole heart together, but you can still see the cracks and feel the emptiness. You can continue to feel like this until you find someone who fills your heart with love and comfort, but until then your just a walking zombie with no feelings whatsoever.

I didn't know I was one until he smiled at me in the corner of that hospital room.

It wasn't those same feelings fans get released there celebrity crushes because that's what they are. Crushes. Nina and Cat told me I had those kind of feelings for him. They said I was obsessed with him and the other boys, that I had given then a binder of drawings I did of them. I didn't remember obviously, but I always see flashes of it like always.

" Sam? Do you remember coming to the meet and greet? That's when you gave us the binder." Liam said as we drove to the studio a couple days later after we went ice skating.

" Um. . . I don't remember, but - uh. . I have these. . memories of my work I've done." I smiled recalling some of them and feeling so proud.

" Well they were. . . amazing" he praises glancing over at me and smiling. My cheeks felt warm and I fixed my eyes outside the window.

" You know. . . management said it would be nice to have a personal artist for the boys and I. It would be perfect if you were the one to take the spot." he nudged my arm and I thought for a moment. What if I can't draw anymore because of my memory? I know that doesn't sound right, but think about it. If my memory is gone, I don't remember how to shade or draw specific lines in the right place which means I won't really be a good use. My loss of memory could have damaged all my sense of drawing.

I was going to tell Liam about it when I looked up and was met with a pair of familiar eyes in the rear view mirror. They were icy and cold. He had glasses on and a bushy mustache on the top of his upper lip.

Next thing you know he's smiling at me and making kissy faces . . . . . . . . . . at me.

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~ Harry's p.o.v

" You make me feel giddy and I laugh too much around you and your smile brings butterflies to my stomach and when you walk into a room my heart speeds up. . and even just thinking about you makes me smile. You have no idea how much you make me smile, how much I love talking to you, or how much I wish you were mine. I'm jealous of people who get to see you smile every day, like Liam. Because every day, every night, every fucking moment . . . . I'm falling deeper and deeper for you. ... . "