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Sam's p.o.v

Its been about a week since I spoke to Harry. Honestly i don't think i want to talk to him for a while that conversation i had over heard had my stomach twisting with fear.

I found it odd that harry had known about the kidnapping before i had even said anything. I liked harry i really did, he was sweet even though i had only known him a short time i felt as if we were going to be good friends, but you see that's the problem with me, once i gain friend si end up loosing them things go great for a while but then everything just falls apart.

see im sick. No it's not like cancer, i have lupus. The doctors found out about two years ago, its only by stress. When im stressed the lupus destroys my biggest organs, heart, lungs, kidneys e.t.c.

"Sam!" my mother calls. i shuffle from the comfort of my bed in oder to hear what my mother. "what?!" i call back.

There's a pause, i hear foot steps staling up the stair well. "Mom i pretty busy with slee-" i stop talking one im met with green eyes instead of the blue once my mother has.

"Harry? W-What are you doing here?" i shift uncomfortably. I then realize that i probably look a mess right now, im wearing gray seats a baggy T-shirt, no make-up, and my hair is up in a dreadful bun.

"oh my god, excuse my face." i bring my hands up to cover my face, and taking my hair down. Harry laughs slightly shaking his head. "sammy you look fine." he lies, kicking off his shoes, making him self at home.

"You still didn't answer my question." i say eyeing him as he lys on bed.

He looks at me then smirks. "Well my mom had sex with my dad, ya know when his dick let out spe-"

"ew ew no shut up, you know that's not what i meant." i sigh.

"well, emily and gem are at my house doing girly shit, and you've been ignoring me for like a week now." i look away from his gaze hoping he dose not ask me why.

"i made the soccer team." harry smiles proudly and i laugh. "what?" he asks clearly confused.

"we don't have a soccer team ya goof." i joke.

he shakes his head. "oh, right you Americans calls it football." my breathing stops.

"your on the football team, you a jock?" i ask in disbelieve.

he nods. "yea." he looks at my face and frowns, walking towards me and putting his hand under my chin forcing me to look at him. "Are you not happy for me."

I smile trying to show how happy i am. he bites his lip and pouts. "your lips show one thing but your eyes show another. he backs away from me going to his bag.

"we got our jerseys yesterday, and the couch said we could give these ones to girls of our choice. " he hold a green and white jersey out to me. "i choose you."

I haven't smiled this big in long time, i take the jersey slipping it on, i turn around in the mirror "styles 57" written on the back in white.

I embrace harry in a big warm hug. "Thank you, thank you so so much." he blushes. "sammy its just a shirt." he laughs.

"i now that, but 'you' gave it to me so its a whole lot more."

"Is it bad that i want to kiss you?" he blurts.

I shake my head no.

harry leans in, just as i do. i smell his minty breath, his lips inches from mine. his soft lips glide over mine. "Sam, i need you to come here." me and harry brake apart from each other.

my step dad stands in the door way, a displeasing look plastered on his face. "harry." he greets. "trent." harry says back.

"its Tom." he says matter-of-factly.

Harry shrugs. "i was close enough."

Tom rolls his eyes, and motions for me to come along. i turn to harry. "its fine, im going down to talk with your mum and bell." we exit my bedroom at the same time.

Tom leads me down the hall to the bathroom. he pushes my body to the wall, enclosing me. He slides his hands down my stomach and into my pants. "Stop." i weakly plead. he kisses meroughly for the next five minutes, a knock from above saves me. "im sorry, but i really need to pee." i hear bell's voice squeak from behind the door.

He rushes out of the door, i crumple down to the floor, leaving me and bell to our selves. "Are you okay?" she kneels down.

i smile. "define okay." i say. "I know what he was doing to you." the four year old says.

i turn to face her, crooked teeth, big eyes. "what?"

"I know what he was doing to you, its okay. My Daddy does it to me too."

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