The Prank

Stay With Me

Sam and I walk hand in hand back up to Kian's room, ignoring everyone we pass. Sam smiles down on me and it feels better for him to smile at me than it does for Kian to. Especially now. Kian is dead to me. He was right. Sam does love me, I can see it clearly now. It should've been him in the first place. Never Kian. 

He shuts Kian's bedroom door behind us and he sits on the bed with me. "Really, Rosie. I am sorry about all that.." he says, holding my hand in his and muddling with my thumb.

I half-smile. "It's okay, Sammy."

He looks down at his feet, dangling off the side of the bed. He wrapped one leg around mine and pulled my hip to his. He reaches out to my jaw with his palm and holds it in his hands gently. He leans in very slowly, leaving plenty of time for the anticipation to take over my thoughts, and then kisses me as softly as he can. 

"I love you.." he whispers after he breaks away and moves his mouth to my ear instead. I smile softly and then crash into his arms. We fall backwards onto the bed slowly and he brushes pieces of hair out of my face after we do. 

He smiles. "Why are you smiling?" I ask, soon smiling too. He laughs. God, his laugh is adorable. It's by far the most comforting sound I've ever heard. I'd do anything to hear that laugh everyday.

"Because I love you." 

He's smiling again, bigger than ever. I smile too, but it fades slowly. I shouldn't be here. Ten minutes ago, I was Kian's girlfriend. I can't move on that quickly, can I? Well I should be able to, Kian sure moved on quickly. And Sam loves me. Kian never did, did he? My mind goes back to Kian in that room with Andrea, begging for me. Am I doing the right thing? Should I forgive Kian? My mind's a mess.

"Rosie, what's going on?" Sam asks, clearly seeing my frown.

I sit up. "Umm, I don't know." He frowns and looks down at his feet.

"Shit, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to spring all that on you at once. I understand." he says.

"What are you talking about?" I ask, looking at his eyes which aren't looking back. 

"Well, shit, Rosie. I only just told you I'm in fucking love with you.." he shouts, and pulls on his perfectly curled hair in frustration.

"No, no, no, Sammy don't," I plead, pulling his hands out of his hair.

"It's not you at all.."

"Yeah right. That's how it goes. It's not you, it's me. Such damn bullshit," he shouts.

"No, Sam. It's not like that. It's just.. I don't know. I feel a bit weird with the whole Kian situation still."

"Oh."

"I'm not saying I don't like you, I do, I really do. I just sort of hate myself right now and it's not much use being in a relationship with someone who loves you if you can't even love yourself."

He looks down at me with puppy dog eyes. Beautiful brown puppy dog eyes. Irresistable.

"Why the hell do you hate yourself? It's Kian's own damn fault and I'm gonna kill him for it." Sam shouts, and drops down onto the bed lying on his back and looking up at the ceiling fan.

"Don't." I mutter, but I seriously doubt he heard me.

I don't like thinking the thought of Sam hurting Kian, much less killing him. But I don't know. I should I guess. He did cheat on me. 

He grabs my waist and pulls me down to lay next to him. I look over and smile. I don't need to worry about Kian. I've got Sam. And Sam loves me. Sam wants to protect me. 

"Rosie," Sam says, his puppy dog eyes as tempting as ever, "will you stay here with me?"

"Yes, of course," I say, and lean in to peck him on the lips. He grabs the back of my head once I do and pulls me right back.

I like where I am now. I feel safer. And it's all because of Sam.