Unexpected

Chapter 70

Samantha's POV:

“Harry,” I mumble against his lips and he groans slightly upset. “We should go and try to catch the taxi”

“I don't want to” he breaths as he stops kissing me and takes a small step back.

“We should get home, I guess,” I look down on my feet.

I'm still a little surprised about his reaction and the way our little talk ended.

“Okay then, we should really get home,” he mumbles before he gently kisses me again. “Really fast though,” he adds and takes my hand.

We both walk slowly, both trying to walk straight. I'm getting dizzier with every step I take and I grip Harrys hand harder.

“Are you okay?” he asks me, gently squeezing my hand.

“I guess,” I answer.

I grab his arm with my free hand and squeeze myself against him. I know he is dizzy as well but I can't even see the street were we walking, the world starts to spin in front of my eyes.

“Harry,” I mumble and he stops.

“What's wrong?” he stops and turns me around as I slowly open my eyes again.

“I can't see anym..” I press myself against him as I take a deep breath. “everything's getting black, I cant sta..” my feet give in and I break down.

Harry grabs me with his strong arms and keeps me from falling down on the ground.

“Sam what's wrong?” he asks me again, I can hear it in his voice that he is really concerned and I think his voice gets louder as he asks me again. “Sam answer, now!” he demands but I can't.

“The taxi is over there, I can see it already, I'll carry you there,” he says and I can feel him lifting me up from the ground as everything else gets black around me.

Harry's POV:

I look down at her beautiful face as she closes her eyes and I feel her getting heavier in my arms. What the hell is wrong with her, she didn't drink that much, right? She was okay a few minutes ago, what is happening. My thoughts are going crazy as I try to get as fast as possible to the taxi which is already waiting for us.

“Drive fast,” I order the driver as I close the door behind me and Sam. She sleeps, her head on my lap and I stroke softly over her hair.

“Is everything okay with her?” the driver asks looking at me through the driver mirror.

“I don't know,” I reply slightly worried.

“How much did she drink?” the driver asks again and it takes everything not to be rude with him.

“Not much,” I tell him and I hope its the truth.

I'm still feeling dizzy and drunk as hell and I'm not really thinking clear as I tell the driver to drive faster. I want to get home as fast as possible, I want Sam to wake up. What is happening?!

“Sam,” I stroke over her cheek, hoping she can hear me. “Sam wake up, we're home soon,”

She doesn't react and I can see the driver looking at us again.

“Are you sure she's okay?” he asks me.

“Hell yes she's fine just drive faster,” I tell him, raising my voice.