Twelve Reasons.

Chapter Two.

"You never did say how you know him Em" Sam chuckles, throwing a pillow at me whilst we sat watching films in his living room. "I don't know him" I mutter, throwing it back, harder than I anticipated. "Wow, okay chill" He mumbles, placing the pillow behind his head. "He was the one who ran into me" I mutter, turning to face Sam. "You're saying Pel, the quiet shy lad walked into you" Sam laughs, almost falling off the sofa. I roll my eyes "Oh yeah, forgot me being on crutches would now be your go to joke" I mutter. "I didn't laugh" He rolls his eyes, looking down at me sat on the floor. "That much" he continues with a smirk on his face. I shake my head. "You idiot" I mutter, a small smile on my face.

I pick my phone up, scrolling through my Instagram. I notice Sam posted a photo of us together at the hospital earlier, and I smile, liking it. We honestly had the best friendship and I didn't think i'd ever want anything else in life, I was in a relationship, his name was Harry. We had been together a few years and we did live together, but Harry worked away a lot. "Have you spoke to him today?" Sam asks, knocking me out of my trail of thoughts, I look up at him and Sam motions to my lock screen, the photo of me and Harry that I had been staring at without realising. I shake my head 'no' . "Well, i'll go make us a drink and wait a little bit longer in the kitchen, call me when you're ready" He smiles, kissing the top of my head before walking into his kitchen, he was sweet like that. I smile, and call Harry.

"Hey babe" Harry breaths down the phone, making me instantly smile. "Hey" I beam back. "How's your foot I seen Samuels Instagram" He states, but I can hear the jealousy in his voice, he wasn't a fan of how close me and Sam had become, but Sam was my best friend and Harry understood that, he accepted that, but part of me felt like he just couldn't get to grips that me and Sam was friends and that's all it was, it felt like he didn't fully trust it sometimes. "Yeah, it's not too bad, hows work?" I ask, trying to change the conversation. "Not too bad, I miss you" He whispers. "I miss you too" I whisper. "Have you got any plans this week?" He asks, moving around in his room. "Sam's dragging me to a party, but that's about it, i'm off work for a few days" I laugh, I was going to be so bored. "Well, i'll give you a call tomorrow or something, i'm just about to head to bed" He whispers. I nod my head, this was how it always was when he was away with work, he was never around to speak to. "Yeah, i'm tired too, just wanted to say hi I guess" I whisper. He sighs down the phone, and I already know that him working away is testing us. "I'll speak to you tomorrow E, love you" He whispers. "Love you too" I mumble, as he hangs up the phone, just as Sam walks into the room again, carrying two cups of tea. "Milky with two sugars" He whispers, placing it on the table next to me, smiling. I smile back. "I don't get how you and that idiot make it work, I know he hates me" Sam grumbles, jumping onto the sofa, I roll my eyes. "He doesn't hate you" I mumble. "Oh, he does" He chuckles, changing the channel. "Plus, I've picked out this really cool dress for you to wear to the party, I think it will compliment your eyes" He smiles. I laugh, hitting my head off the sofa in the process. "You and fashion don't go well" I giggle, making Sam roll his eyes. "We will see" He chuckles, passing me some crisps he had also brought back from the kitchen. We both turn our attention to the TV watching some comedy film, before my eyes eventually close, drifting off to a peaceful sleep.

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When I wake up the next morning i'm in Sam's spare room, he must of carried me in last night after I fell asleep. I hobble out of the room using my crutches, I was fairly lucky that Sam lived in a flat so It was all one level, however to get out of the flat would be a problem as he was the top floor.

I stumble into Sam's living room, not seeing a trace of him around. I plonk myself down on the sofa, looking around the flat for a sign that he was here before I called his name out, and im met with a note next to some paracetamol.
'Left for the studio early, didn't want to wake you S x'
I roll my eyes, okay i'm here for the day on my own, I might as well try and clean his flat up a little.

By the time I've finished cleaning, it's early afternoon and the only reason I stopped cleaning was because my phone was ringing, I assumed it would be Harry so I tried to get to it as quick as I could, but was shocked when I seen Sam's name and photo flash across the screen. I answer it and I'm met by an out of breath Sam. "Took you long enough" He chuckles. "Yeah, crutches and things" I laugh back. "Oh yeah, well I put that dress in your room last night, change into it when I get back were going to a different party, exclusive" I can hear the smirk in his voice. "I only agreed to one party" I mutter. "Then it's this one, all the guys are coming will be well fun" He smiles down the phone and I force the smile on to my face, I hated parties, Sam knew this. "Fine, but i'm not wearing that dress" I whisper, I hear him sigh down the phone. "As long as you're ready, you've got an hour" I hear him reply, before he hangs up the phone.

I don't even bother sitting back down on the sofa, by the time I would of sat down it would of been longer to get back up. I could now walk better on my foot, and I wasn't taking this crutches tonight, I didn't want that attention, it just meant that once I sat down that was it, and if Sam's dance group was attending I didn't plan on dancing with them, I didn't dance, I don't dance. I struggle to the bathroom, if I wasn't taking the crutches tonight I needed to be able to walk without them now.

After a quick shower, I hobble back to the room I was staying in and look through the clothes Sam had packed for me, I hadn't really packed anything suitable for a party. And my eyes on the go back to the dress that Sam had picked for me. The dress itself it was pretty, it was a burgundy red with nice lace detail, however the top was lace and showed a lot more than I want to show off at a party. By the time I had now picked an outfit out i had half an hour to get ready before Sam arrived. I had decided to wear A black skater skirt with a white crop top, showing off enough skin so that Sam couldn't moan that I hadn't dressed to the occasion but covering enough to make me feel comfortable. I left my hair in it's natural state which was lose curls around draped around my face and down my back, touching up the curls slightly with my straighteners since Sam hadn't packed anything other than hair straighteners. I decide to wear my black pumps, although I knew I would not be drinking any alcohol I still wanted to have flat shoes due to my sprained ankle.

Soon enough some loud voice boomed through his flat. "Em please tell me you're ready I've just got to change my top I showered at Jords but spilt my drink down my" I hear him chuckle from his room, causing an eye roll from me, so he pestered me about being ready but wasn't even ready himself.

Sam eventually emerged from this room wearing a white tshirt and his black skinny jeans, we matched which i found cute. "So you're actually ready" Sam chuckles, bringing me into a hug. "Of course i am, it's you were waiting for" I grumble. "I know you hate parties but this one will be good, promise" He chuckles. I roll my eyes as I begin the walk to Sam's car, his moaning about how I'm not using my crutches and that i'll feel not using them tomorrow, either way I wasn't going to a party on crutches, it was automatically a 'i'm injured, don't want to be here anyway' statement, and it encouraged people I didn't want to talk to talking to me.