Our Story

11

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"You can't make mistakes

If you don't fuck up first." -unknown

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Sam's p.o.v

Honestly this has been the best week of my life so far, harry has made me feel so....complete.

I look in the mirror, sighing at my reflection. Black leggings along with the green jersey harry gave me, they had a game today so it was mandatory that I wear it. After pulling my hair into a messy bun and applying some dark eyeliner, with a little foundation, I rush down stairs. Harry had texted me earlier insisting that he pick me up in his mums car.

"Bye." I yell.

"Bye honey have a good day. I love you." I nod in response. The weather is slightly chilly , now making me wish I had worn my jean jacket.

I see the silver Honda parked outside my drive. "Hi Sammy!" Harry yells. He moves over making room for me. "I love the jersey on you." His comment makes my checks turn a light shade of pink.

"Hiya Sam." Emily greets. Her presence startles me, I also notice the same jersey I'm wearing on her small figure too. "Um hello. Where you get that jersey?"

She looks down at her outfit smiling to herself. "From niall." I look to harry for an explanation. "He's my mate, they met like last week, and apparently there in love." He says putting air quotes around the word 'love'.

"It's true love!" She defended, sinking down into her seat. "Where's gem?"

Harry sighs running a hand threw his long curls. "Dunno' she has a cold or something. Either way she was vomiting everywhere last night." His body shivers.

"Harry!" His Anne scolds. "I'm sure if she wanted her business out there she would tell Sam her self."

"Yes mum." Harry mumbles.

"Now out ya get, have a good day at school, loves. Mummy loves you." Anne smiles kissing harry on the cheek. "You girls keep in line for me." I laugh. "Will do miss.Styles." She takes my hand in hers. "Anne, call me Anne." My heart arms at the thought of us on first name basics.

The walk into school consist of stares mainly. Along the line of..

'Whos that's girl walking with harry?'

'Why does she have on his jersey?'

'Ew I'd never be caught dead with her.'

Yes, the comments hurt, but as far as they go, they can all suck my ass.

Harry stops me at the entrance of the building. "Hey, um I'm gonna walk in alone okay? Just cuzz I have to go to the gym to practice for a bit." He bites his lip.

I nod confused as to why I couldn't just walk with him. "Yeah, okay. I'll just walk with you there and them we Can spilt. K?" I smile grabbing his hand.

"No!" He says quickly taking my hand away from his. "I-I mean. You don't wanna go down there. A bunch of jocks and there sweat." He laughs.

I lower my head. "Oh, yeah. I guess." He smiles placing a kiss on my forehead. "See ya." He waves walking into the main doors.

What the hell? What's going on with him? Being the sneaky bitch I am, I decide to follow him.

My movements copy his until I'm standing outside the gym. I see harry along with a bunch of other football (american football) players.

"Why did that chic have your jersey? She has like no rack at all." One laughed.

"Aye, I don't know man. She has like this obsession over me or something." Harry joins in on the laughter.

Are they talking about me? I press my ear against the door. "What was her name again? Sam?" Harry nods. "Yeah, that's the stalker girl. I'm pretty sure she never even had a real boyfriend. Such a waste of space." He mocks.

His words slice threw my heart, more so than a blade could. I thought he cared about me....

My eyes start to sting and before I can help it, a loud sob escaped my lips. "Hello?" I stand for behind the wall, and Harry's eyes widen. "S-Sam?"

"Oh look it's stalker girl." A blonde haired boy laughs. "Stop stalking harry he doesn't fucking want you!" He spits.

Tears dance around in my eyes, as I try to fight the will to punch him in the throat. "Is that's what you think of me?" I ask. "You gave me this!" I say, pulling on the jersey. My hands move up pulling the fabric up as well. "Here you pice of shit I don't want it!" I scream. Throwing it at his feet. Tears spilling down my face.

"Don't come to my house, don't call my mobile, don't contact me at all harry." I say, taking a step away from him with every word. That stupid look of shock on his face. "Sam pl-" he starts.

"Shut up!" I yell. "Just shut the hell up!" I pull on the roots of my hair.

"Whoa there chick calm down." Another stupid ass jock says. "just because your little crush doesn't like you back don't mean you gotta get all angrey, why don't you go exercise to burn of some steam, and while your at it a couple calories." My vision blurs.

I stomp over to him, looking him dead in the eyes. I use all my force, delivering a harsh kick to his groin. "You little shit." He says toppling over. I turn to see harry throwing my- his jersey against a locker. My legs move towards the exit.

"Sam! Samantha wait!" Harry calls.

I wipe my tears before turning to face him. "For what? For you to talk about me more. Oh wait, I need to turn around first, right?" I scoff.

"I didn't mean it." He whispers.

"Yeah, you didn't mean to verbally abuse me,willingly knowing everything you were saying would hurt me... I'm an idiot." I say.

"I was actually starting to like you." I admit.

"Really?" He says hope fills his voice.

"Yes, 'was', my moms picking me up....I don't need a ride" I turn around, letting the tears fall once again. Walking out of the school building with harry calling my name.