The Starbucks Message

Chapter Five

Louis

I glared out the window as I listened to Sam and the other boys talk, I already decided to call her Sam. Samantha sounded too smart for someone who would walk in a dark alley at night. Seriously, did she think she was invincible or something? She could have gotten hurt! Or kidnapped! Well... I guess she isn't really a kid. I glanced at her as soon as I was sure that she wasn't looking at me.

She had long dirty blonde hair that went to about her mid back; I felt it tickle my arm as the car shifted or when she laughed at one of Harry's stupid jokes. Her laugh was loud and carefree, it kind of reminded me of Niall's laugh except the fact she hugged her stomach instead of clapping her hands like a retarded seal. I hated the fact that I loved her eyes; I didn't think I'd ever seen anything so blue. They looked like a cloudless sky on a summer day. And I definitely didn't like how she managed to pull off the uniform she was wearing so perfectly, showing off her curves.

But most of all, I hated that she was flirting with Harry.

I noticed that every turn when we had to brace Sam to keep her from falling Harry grabbed her waist and sometimes accidently touched her butt when we swayed. I knew it was an accident because despite his flirtiness Harry was a perfect gentleman... but that didn't mean he didn't enjoy it. And for some reason this made me upset. Probably because I didn't want Harry to fall for some idiot girl like he always seemed to do, he had such bad luck with that. Yep, that's why it bothered me. That had to be it.

"So... where do you live Sam? Unless you think you need to be taken to the hospital?" Niall asked worriedly from the passenger seat looking back at us.

Sam furrowed her brow and I noticed that she subconsciously bit the corner of her lip as she thought for a second. It drove me crazy; I wanted to tell her to stop it. "I don't think I need a hospital." She then quickly related the directions to her apartment building. But I noticed when she shifted to type it in the GPS she winced. Sam wasn't 'fine' and I suspected that she was more hurt than she was letting on. I just hoped that nothing was broken. I shook my head, even if she did have bones broken it served her right. It would teach her not to be an idiot.

In about ten minutes we reached her apartment building, my eyes widened at how ghetto it looked. It was in such bad shape it almost looked abandoned, I say almost because there was a hobo standing next to a trash can fire on the front lawn. I was sincerely surprised that this apartment building hadn't been condemned years ago.

"Is this it?" Niall asked, and to my shock she actually nodded.

"Yep... this is my apartment building." She looked away in embarrassment as she said this and started to get up but I held her down and she stared up at me in confusion.

"You're in no condition to get up on your own quite yet... can you walk though? Or did your legs get hit too?"

"My legs are fine, I'm sure I can walk." Sam seemed more distant now when she spoke to me and I didn't blame her either. I knew perfectly well that I've been a jerk lately and that's putting it nicely.

Me, Zayn, and Harry carried her out of the car quickly and set her on her feet. Her knees buckled at first but I braced her by holding her up by her waist. I didn't fail to notice the goosebumps that came over her arms as I did this. With wobbly legs Sam started walking toward the apartment building and as soon as I determined that she could walk on her own I released her and didn't like the disappointment that came over me.

"Yep... I'm good to walk." She then turned with a genuine grin, "Thank you so much for helping me out... and not running me over too I guess." She said with an awkward smile and started to lift her arm but she winced and kept it hanging at her side.