Samantha's POV:
Harry grabs my face with both of his hands and forces me to look at him, his eyes are darker than normal and his lips are lightly pressed together. He looks nervous but there is something different in his look, something I haven't seen before.
"I am so sorry," he repeats it again.
I nod slightly, not really knowing how to react.
"It's okay," I answer after a while, Harry doesn't stop looking into my eyes, it seems like he tries to find the right words to tell me what's going on.
"Can we sit down?" he asks me after a while and I nod again.
He leads me towards the couch in the living room and slowly pushes me down, never breaking the eye contact.
"Okay," he starts, running his right hand through his hair and pushing it back. "First of all, my mum isn't always like that," he tells me.
He grabs my hand and takes them in both of his big hands.
"I don't know where to starts Sam," he sighs and I see how much he struggles.
I don't know what to do, it must be something which is really hard for him otherwise he wouldn't act like that. I slowly pull my hand out of his and grab him into a hug, I can't help myself. The expression on his face tells me, it's something really personal and something he doesn't like talking about. He puts his head on my shoulder and puts his arms around me to, not hugging me back just holding me.
"It's okay, Harry," I whisper and he sighs again.
After a while he pulls out of the hug and takes my hand again, I look into his eyes and I have the feeling his eyes are a little red and if it wasn't Harry who is sitting right in front of me, I'd say the person was crying a few moments ago. I don't say anything I just wait for him to start again.
"This isn't really easy for me," he starts and I squeeze his hands a little harder.
"I won't judge you," I tell him.
"I know, I know," he answers. "I want you to know that I love you more than anything, Sam" he outs his hand on my check and strokes over my skin with his thumb.
"I love you, Harry," I tell him and he smiles a little, it's slightly visible but he smiles and I know how much he loves hearing those words from me. "I do love you," I assure him and he nods.
"Okay," he says, moving his hand from my face to my hand and squeezing it a little harder than before.
I guess he is ready to talk and I feel my heartbeat getting faster, I have no idea what he's going to tell me but I won't judge him, I promised.
"You know I was a really different person before we met, actually before this band even started, don't you?" he asks me.
"Yeah I guess, I know that," I smile, to tell him it's okay.
"Well.." he sighs "I wasn't always like that," he looks me in the eyes and I can see him begging me to understand him.
"We've all changed through the years," I try to support him.
I have no idea what's coming now, but I don't feel like it's something that is easy for him.
"I love you so much," he breaths and his lips crush on mine.
I'm a little surprised by his action, but I respond the kiss and I feel how it slowly calms me down. His body does crazy things to me. He pulls back after a while, not looking into my eyes. Again he takes both of my hands in his and he takes another deep breath.
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FanfictionSamantha Davis is 18 years old and since she was a little girl she focused on dancing ballet and becoming a professional dancer. Her mother is her biggest fan and pushes her through auditions and tries to get her famous but as she didn't make it thr...