Trapped And Can't Escape 3 (ON HOLD)

Chapter 7

Sam's P.O.V.***

I woke up in strong arms. I was snuggling into someone's side, and by the way my body was reacting, I knew it was Harry. I tried to wiggle out of his arms, but his grip just got tighter. I poked his cheek.

 "Harry. Wake up." He just kept snoring. I rolled us over so I was on top of him. I leaned down and kissed his cheek.

 "Harry, boo, please wake up." I said in the sweetest voice I could muster up. He slowly opened his eyes, smiling.

 "I woke up when you poked my cheek. I just wanted to see what you would do, and let me tell you- I could get used to waking up like this every day." He sat up, pulling me along with him. I rolled my eyes and tried to get up, but his arms were still holding me tightly.

 "Harry, can I please get up? I need to use the bathroom." He snuggled his head into my neck.

 "Just a little longer," he whined. I giggled then messed his hair up. He groaned and let me go, fixing his hair as I jumped up and ran to the bathroom. When I got back, he was no longer in his bed. Frowning, I made my way into the living room. I saw him, Louis, and Niall sitting on the couches, talking quietly. Louis' head whipped up at me. He whistled and Harry frowned at him. I blushed. Harry got up and hugged me. Kissing my forehead, he whispered, "Goodmorning, beautiful." I giggled and said, "Harry, you just saw me." He smiled and said, "I know, but I'll never get used to your beauty." I blushed harder and hid my face into his chest, and he chuckled at my reaction. He walked over to the couch, pulling me into his lap as he sat down. Niall looked at me and smiled.

 "Hello there little one." I scoffed.

 "I'm not little, Niall James. I am 5'7." He chuckled.

 "So, what are we talking about?" I asked. 

 "The elders came last night. Alyssa isn't doing well, and we called them to see if they could find out what is wrong with her." I gasped, trying to get out of Harry's lap. His strong arms kept me in place, bringing me down onto his chest.

 "Let me go! I want to see her!!" I yelled.

 "No. You aren't allowed in there. Zayn isn't letting anybody but Liam and the elders in with them." I frowned.

 "Why?" I felt my eyes beginning to water. My friend is sick and I can't even see her.

 "Don't cry, baby. It's okay." Harry cooed into my ear.

 "I just wish I could see her. I'm really worried about her." I replied.

 "We all are, but I'm sure she'll pull through. She's a tough girl and Zayn is taking care of her." Liam said as he walked into the living room. He sat on a couch, and I jumped into his lap. I wrapped my arms around his neck and put my head down on his shoulder.