Act Two // Book One

Chapter Two

Samantha was awakened by the loud scream of her cell phone. Pulling herself out of the haze of a dream that included Channing Tatum and whipped cream had proven a lot harder than expected. She lifted her head to try and read the blurry glowing green numbers on her alarm clock. It was 5:53 a.m.

She pulled her phone up to look at the screen, trying to squint the sleep out of her eyes. After an unsuccessful attempt to read the name calling her she tapped the answer button and put the phone to her ear,

"Hello?" Samantha's voice sounded like a cross between male and like she'd been recovering from the flu.

"Samantha? Oh thank God. Are you awake?"

Samantha's head fell back onto her fluffy feather pillow as a silent sigh exited her lips,

"Emma..."

"Yes. It's me." Only then did Samantha realize that Emma sounded kind of alarmed.

She finally came out of her sleep,

"What's wrong?"

"I need you to get Harry's coffee order and get to his house. You wrote it down yesterday right?"

Samantha sat up slowly, the sheet falling from her chest,

"I mean...I-I didn't write it. I put it in my phone-"

"Good." Emma interrupted, "I have a seriously bad case of morning sickness. And Harry needs that coffee."

Samantha knew that if she could see her expression now it would include the biggest case of WTF face ever. The woman wasn't lounging around on the couch, she had morning sickness. Harry couldn't get his own coffee?

"Samantha?" Emma asked, pulling Samantha out of her head.

"Yes. Right." Samantha came to life, "I'll get up now."

"You still have directions to his house right?"

"I do."

"Thank God. I'll call him and let him know you're on the way."

"He's u-" Samantha's sentence was cut off when Emma hung up, "up now?" She finished as she pulled her phone away from her ear.

Samantha stared at the screen as it faded to black. She let her hand fall to the bed with a thud.

It had taken a bit to get going and after a near disaster in the shower, Samantha ended up leaving her house with a wet head and half face of makeup by 6:20. Emma texted her and said Harry would be expecting her by 7 which gave Samantha 40 minutes to get across town and pick up a coffee order.

Not entirely out of the realm of possibility, but close.

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Samantha ran into the door of the first coffee shop she saw near Harry's house, stopping abruptly when the patrons looked up from their silence to glare at her for making any kind of noise. She ran a hand through her hair nervously as she walked to the front.

The brunette behind the counter looked up at her as she approached, a warm smile lighting up his eyes,

"Ello there." His British accent was thick.

"Hi."

"Oh. American we have here. Welcome to this side of the pond."

Samantha nodded,

"Thanks. I need..." She lifted her phone to her face, "Latte with an extra sho-"

The clerk leaned forward,