Do not cross the line

Chapter 24

When Sam spent rest of the Saturday day in his brother's place, he kept checking his phone - what he had got from home after leaving your place - hoping it will ring.

But more time passed by, hope in his chest was replaced with pain.

Why didn't you called him?

He wanted to come back to your place, he wanted to hold you again in his arms, sleep next to you and feel your body snuggling against his.

When on Sunday his phone still didn't ring, he wanted to appear behind your door and ask why, but he thought it would be too much.

So he waited until Monday to ask it from you in the office.

He had a meeting first thing in the morning, but before that, he sat in his office, his door open so he could see in the hall, to see when you arrived to work.

But when he couldn't see you before his meeting, he went there with the uncomfortable feeling.

When he came back to the office, the first thing he saw was you in the hall - with Flynn.

His brows knitted together, rage and pain filling his chest when he looked at you two, talking and smiling at each other when the realization hit him.

You didn't call him because of Harry.

He even noticed you had a scarf on your neck, making marks he left in there not to be seen.

Not to be seen by Harry.

When he looked your smiling face, your eyes looking at Harry when you talked to him, he realized he had lost the game.

He thought you felt the connection between you two like he did, he thought that what you had in your apartment was special and meaningful.

But it looked like he was wrong.

He headed to his office, not able to look at your way anymore.

You noticed how Sam walked on the hall toward his office, smile wiping away from your face when you noticed he didn't even look at your way.

The pain stung your chest when you knew he must be hurt when you didn't call him, he probably thought you didn't want to, and you needed to apologize him.

You excused yourself to Harry, who returned to your room, while you walked to the end of the hall.

Sam had left his door open, and you saw how he sat down behind his table, taking few papers from it in his hands and starting to read them.

You swallowed as you walked closer, the hall seemed to continue forever, taking an eternity to reach his door.

Will he be so mad he didn't want to see you anymore?

When you finally reached his door, you softly knocked the door frame, catching his attention as he raised his head to see who it was.

No smile appeared on his face when he saw you, no that handsome smile what normally appeared when he saw you.

And it made your chest hurt even more.

"Hey..." - you said quietly, stepping into his office slowly, Sam returning his gaze to the papers.

"Look. I'm sorry I didn't call.." - you couldn't manage to finish your sentence when Sam cut you off.

"Is fine, I understand perfectly."

You heard from his tone how mad and hurt he was, it didn't ease your pain at all.

"No, please, let me expla-"

"I don't want to hear okay?" - Sam cut you again, now looking up at you and you could see the same hurt in his eyes what you heard from his tone.

Why he didn't let you explain? If he would, he would understand you.

You were about to speak again when someone spoke first.

"Sam?" - you turned to the door, seeing Elena standing there. - "Victor wants to see you."

"I'll be there right away." - Sam said, Elena leaving and you turned to look at Sam who was already walking around his desk.

He stopped next to you, and you felt so small and weak next to him. Sure you felt small always next to him, but now it was different.

You looked up at him, a small frown on your face, while he looked back at you, with gaze what went through you.

"I suppose you have some work to do?"

His tone. His voice. His ice-cold gaze.

You swallowed, lowered your gaze to the floor while turning and heading out of his office, trying to not to fasten your steps when tears were pushing through.

Sam stayed where you left him, his eyes still on the spot where you had just stood, unable to look after you, while his knuckles turned to white when he was squeezing his fist into balls.

When you made your way safety behind the corner, you rushed your steps, almost running toward the restroom, tears flowing down your cheeks.

You didn't saw that the door of your room was open, Harry noticing you passing it, and he could swear he heard you sob while your form quickly passed the door.

He quickly stood up and ran to the door, peeking from the doorframe where you ran, seeing how you disappeared to the restroom, and when he looked on the other way, he saw Sam walking out from the glass door.

He didn't hesitate a second when he stepped out of the room, following you.

Behind the door, he leaned closer, listening, and he could hear your sobs on the other side, so he gently knocked on the door, making you stay quiet.

"Y/N?" - with a soft voice he called you, listening carefully, knowing you probably tried to make him think you weren't there.

"I know you're in there love, open the door." - he said even more softly, waiting, hearing you sniffing, and soon how the lock got unlocked.

You opened the door to him, trying your best to hold back your tears, as Harry stepped inside the restroom, closing the door behind him and he wrapped his arms around you, hugging you while you started to cry against his chest.

On the glass door, Sam stood there when he was coming back to take his phone what he forgot to his office, watching how Harry stepped to the ladies restroom. He saw how you opened the door to him, and Harry closed the door after him while his heart shattered into million pieces.