Loving Him *complete*

Chapter 42

A/N In SO sorry for not updating on FOREVER! I have just had so much homework and classes to attend.

So if anyone's still reading this, I hope you like this chapter.

" In a world full of one nights stands and lies, your lucky enough just to have someone who is willing to talk to you for nothing in return. . . . "

-S.H

~ Harry's p.o.v

" Your birthday was 2 Weeks ago Harry, you need to get out of this hotel." Gemma Said coming into the hotel room.

I just groaned in response, not really wanting to get up from the bed. It was too comfortable to not be slept on.

" You need to stop being such an idgit, Harry.  Go and tell her how you feel even if you're scared." Gemma lectured from the foot of the hotel bed.

I layed restless on the big comfortable bed, the mahogany colored blanket with white designs making it look fancier in a way.

I breathed out a sigh," Gems you don't get it."

"Get what?"she asked in in a giggle," There's nothing for me to get Harry. The only thing that matters is if you tell her how you feel before it's too late."

There was a moment of silence while I took in what she said. Gemma was right. I had to tell her before it was too late. This was why I loved Gemma, all the times that I've visited them back in Cheshire she always gave me the best advice. And now that my mum and her were already going to leave in a few days, I was going to miss them.

" Harry, Your 20 now. You need to start acting like it."

I smiled and engulfed her in a hug," Thanks Gems."

"Any time Hazz. "

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~ Sam's p.o.v

I don't know how long I've stared at these white plain walls, or how long I've layed in bed night after night, I didn't even know when it was night or day because of these damn shades that I wasn't able to open. But every second, minute, hour that passed by as I stayed in this room drove me absolutely crazy. It felt like I was in solitary confinement at a far away island surrounded by sharks and sting rays keeping everyone and anyone from coming near me. It was hell.

It felt like i was on a mental institute, and it turns out. . . I was right.

My dad tried to explain to me why I was here, although I clearly knew why. I was crazy, obviously. Why else would I be on here? The free food wouldn't be it I know that for sure.

But everyone he tried to explain to me why I was on here, I would simply just tune him out. Shouting out course words, throwing furniture at the walls that seemed to stay in the best shape after everything they've been through.

" Sam, Every time I try to tell you some news you never want to listen!" my dad had said once when he came in one late afternoon.

I was previously laying in my bed reading a book when my dad walked in holding his stupid clipboard he always carries. His glasses were on the top of his head, eyes glued to the clipboard.

" Hey princess. How are you feeling today?"he asked glancing at me before sitting down in the desk that was in the corner of the room.

I chuckled closing my book," I'm stuck in a room with no one and I'm starving every second of the day, what do you think?"

He sighed heavily," princess. . -"

" Don't." I cut him off slamming the book on the side table. " I'm tired of you calling me princess. I'm tired of you coming in everyday and asking me how I'm feeling." I took the blanket off and stood up," I'm tired of staying in this hell with no one to talk to. I'm tired of throwing up every 5 minutes. I'm tired of smelling these revolting aromas I've never smelled before. The days I spent in this room reading, writing, staring into nothingness have been the worst days in my life! "

I took a deep breath, a tear rolling down my cheek. These past days I never knew how alone I would be, without my family I felt like I wasn't loved. But since I've been here, no one has even came to see how I was doing. These days I began to wonder why no one came, why no one wanted to see me, I couldn't gather anything. I felt overwhelmed, stressed, heartbroken, lonely. And I didn't know how to handle it.

I was too wrapped up on my own thoughts I didn't see my dad walk up next to me. Looking up at him, I felt a weight on my heart. But soon, it turned into anger.

" Leave."

Hurt etched his face, his eyes sad. " Princess-"

" I said leave! Go, I don't want you here anymore!" I shouted pushing him on the chest roughly.

" Sam-"

"Fuck off!" I pushed him again.

" Sam, Every time I try to tell you some news you never want to listen!" he screamed grabbing my shoulders to keep me from pushing him again.

" Five. Go ahead. Tell me the news for today. Tell me what's happening." I cross my arms over my chest waiting for what he had to say.

He took a deep breath, then rubbed his eyes in a stressful manner. It wasn't good. I knew that for sure.

" What is it?"

He motioned for me to sit down, but I stayed where I was. Instead he sat down and grabbed his clipboard looking it over once more as if to confirm what he was ready to tell me.

" Well?" I urged, not ready with what he was going to tell me.

" Sam -  I don't know how to say this. . . "

" Spit it out."

" Your pregnant."

My eyes went wide, my blood going cold. What- how- but. .

I couldn't- I needed to lay down. I walked over to the bed and went under the covers.

" Sam. . . " His voice trailed off.

I faced away from him, the pillow covering my head. There was a baby. . inside of me. But how? A flash of Flynn's face appeared and I froze. I was going to be alone for quite a while, just me and the baby.

And I don't think I was gonna make it.

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