*Sami*

"Samantha, wake up." Someone began to shake me lightly and I peered an eye open. "What do you want Michelle?" I groggily asked, turning the other way so I wasn't forced to stare at her. "I'm leaving. I came to say goodbye." Shit. I totally forgot about that.

Kicking my covers from my body, I stood up and pulled my sister into a tight hug. "I'll miss you so much." She whispered to me. "I'll miss you so much more Mitch." She had equipped that nickname from the day she was born. My parents were expecting a son, and Mitch would've been the name given to him. I guess it sorta stuck with her, and we all found humor in it.

She laughed as we pulled away. "Make sure to send me a postcard, and if you meet any cute Italian guys, give them my number." As I winked at the end, she scoffed. "Yeah we'll see about that. Besides, I thought you were saving yourself for the Nialler?" Flipping her off, I followed her downstairs. "Just friends Mitch, remember that." "If you say so. I love you bug!" She screamed out to me.

Throwing our front door open, it closed seconds later. As I walked into the kitchen, my eyes met that of our kitchen microwave; for it displayed the time. Nine-fifteen on the dot.

Pouring myself some cereal, I sat down at the island we had in our kitchen. I was quick to polish off my breakfast and I then headed back into my room, bumping into Dylan on the way.

"Watch where you're going!" He snapped, eyeing me. "Oh put a sock in it." I fired back. "Whatever." The two of us also fought a lot. As I rolled my eyes at the brunette, I suddenly remembered the texts from last night.

"Hey Dylan?"

Before he could close the bathroom door, he spun around and looked at me. "Hmm?"

"Why were you texting me form a burner number last night?" I was sure he was using one of those stupid apps.

His eyebrows furrowed in confusion, as he leaned in the doorway. "I didn't?"

"Are you lying to me? I swear to god if you are I'll kick your ass." I threatened, raising a fist to add emphasis. He raised his hands in defense and shook his head rapidly. "I'm not, I swear. You can check my phone if you think I'm lying." "Fine. Where is it?" As he pointed a hand to his bedroom, I walked there. The bathroom door slammed shut, and I imagined he was showering. He was leaving for a weekend trip in just a few hours. Finding his phone on his bed, I skimmed through his texts. Sure enough, he was right. The last conversation he had was with his teammates when he woke up, and there was no history of him downloading any new apps.

Who was that then? Maybe it was Niall or Zayn trying to fuck with me.

Rolling my eyes, I tossed his cellphone back on his bed. I should probably be getting ready myself, the boys would be arriving soon.

*Harry*

It was nine in the morning and I hadn't slept at all. I was up all night just thinking about Samantha. Having her on a constant loop in my mind, led me to my secret room. My secret room was a smaller room that was connected to mine. It was intended to be a walk in closet, but that's not what I used it for. I only utilized half of the closet for its intended purposes, the other half was a little more personal.

At first I stored a small tv in there, accompanied by two beanbags, posters, and video games; but eventually that all changed.

Once my obsession began, I tore down all my posters, removed my tv, and kept my beanbags in my room. Instead, I hung up various pictures of Samantha. Some were just of her, others of our families on various occasions.

My absolute favorite picture would have to be that of us on her eighteenth birthday. Her and Liam were only a day apart so we always celebrated the two occasions together; per request of our mothers. The best part about this picture was that we were actually getting along. My mom quickly snapped a picture of me, her, Liam, and Louis. Since we were sat right by each other, I just cut the other two boys out. Sam had the very same picture hanging up in her room. I had noticed it from the several times I'd been over there.

Sighing, I ran a hand through my messy hair and left the room. I locked it, and then hid the key in my desk. Absolutely nobody could know about the room.

As my eyes wandered over to the window, I noticed Sam was now up. Slipping off her pajama top, I gulped nervously. Yes, I had seen her change before but I always got antsy to say the least. I was praying she'd forget to close the blinds as she made her way to her closet. I smirked as she grabbed her green day t-shirt and threw it on her bed.

Bending down, she kicked off her pants and at this point I could feel my jeans begin to tighten. Fuck this. Shutting my blinds, I backed away from the window. I wasn't going to torture myself. Walking over to my closet, I pulled the key from my back pocket and stepped inside. I had to push some of my clothes aside, but eventually I found my notebook and pen. Another thing I loved to do was draw; especially portraits of her. I was currently working on one of her asleep, and was two thirds of the way through. I just couldn't wait to hang it up, a personal display for myself.

Locking my closet back up, I sat down at my desk and began to sketch. I had a picture for reference, and smiled every time I'd see it. She looked so peaceful, so happy. I wish I could just kiss her and tell her everything was going to be alright.

"Hey Harry love, have you any laundry?"

Fuck. My head snapped to the door, and I watched as my mother poked her head in. I slammed my notebook shut and narrowed my eyes at her; her arms wrapped around a basket. "Care to knock mother?" "Oh. Sorry dear." I wanted to roll my eyes, but I knew better than that. "Yeah. Here." I gathered up the few dirty clothes I had, and dropped them in the basket. "What was that?" She looked to my notebook and I felt my breathe hitch in my throat. "Mum, please don't." She rolled her eyes at me, and laughed. "Fine then, suit yourself. Just remember I'm leaving for holiday this evening with James." James. Her self-entitled, prick of a boyfriend. Both Liam and I despised him. "Splendid. Have a great time." She gave me a warning look, before shutting my door again.

I opened up my notebook again, and had only shaded in part of her hand; before my door was thrown open again. "Can't anyone in this bloody house knock!" I ripped around in my seat, and glared at Liam as he stood there chuckling. "Sorry? Did I interrupt another stalking session?" "Can you shut the fuck up and lower your damn voice?" As much as I loved Liam, he sure knew how to piss me off; just like Samantha. "Calm down Harry. No need to be so rude." "What do you want?" Liam rolled his eyes, and leaned against my doorframe. "I was going to ask if you wanted to have some people over tonight after mom leaves? I was thinking of asking all the guys and maybe some extra fun?" "Fuck that. The lads can come, but refrain from inviting anybody else." Again, Liam rolled his eyes and ventured further into my room. "How much you wanna bet I can convince Sam to come?"

His hand had rested itself on my shoulder at this point, and I tightened my grip around my pencil. "She won't come." "I think I can convince her." "I don't want her coming anyways!" I was growing very aggravated at this point, and knew I'd end up hitting him soon. "Well I'm gonna ask. No harm in extending an invitation."

"Liam, no." My tone was dark as I pushed myself from my desk and turned to face my brother. He was standing back in my doorway and had his eyebrow raised. He knew exactly what he was doing. "I'm sure if Zayn comes, she'll come. You know how much they fancy one another anyways. In fact, I think he's going over to her place this afternoon." I could feel my face beginning to heat up, I was outraged. "Yeah fucking right. They aren't that close." Liam shrugged, and clapped his hands together. "I dunno, that's not what Zayn said." I really wanted to hit Liam right then, but took a step back; for my mother would kill me. "Whatever. I don't even care." "Perfect. I'll give her a ring."

I went to protest, but Liam had slammed the door in my face and I listened as his footsteps descended away. This bitch. I tried to run after him, but the asshole had barricaded himself in the bathroom. "Liam! Open the fucking door!" I began pounding on the door and of course; got myself in trouble with my mother. "Harry watch your mouth and let him be." I knew I was being childish, but I was furious. He was doing this on purpose.

"So you'll be here with Zayn and Niall? That's great news Sam! See ya then." Liam had raised his volume and every word hit me like a knife. "You hear that mate?" The bathroom door flung open and Liam popped his head out. "I told you she'd come." I clenched my fists together and took a menacing step toward Liam. He was also much stronger than I was, but I was at least taller. "You're a dick, you know that?" Liam snickered with my words, and shoved me out of his way. "Lighten up lad, what's the worst that could happen?"

*Sami*

Several hours had passed by now, and I was in our loft with both Niall and Zayn. Calum wasn't able to make it until later, so we just told him to go to Liam's and we'd see him there instead. In all honesty, I don't know why the hell I even agreed to willingly go over and hang out with them. I suppose it was because Zayn, Louis and Calum would all be there; and Liam even told me I could invite Niall.

Truthfully, Liam could be kind when he wanted to be; Harry was the real problem.

"Earth to Sam?" I tore my gaze away from the wall, and looked to Niall who was waving his hands about. "What?" "You good lass?" I waved him off and offered him a shy smile. "Never better, just got a bit sidetracked." The three of us were playing COD and it was getting quite intense. "You better not die again or I'll kick your ass." Zayn threatened, and I playfully shoved his shoulder. "All talk Malik, all talk."

To my misfortune though, a loud ring sounded off throughout my house, causing me to get distracted and die. "Fuck!" I threw my controller on the couch and glared at Niall as he broke into a fit of laughter. "Assholes." Both Zayn and Niall smirked at me, and flipping them off I ran to answer the front door. Peering through the peephole, I was astounded to see both Liam and Harry there. As I opened the door slowly, Liam threw his hands to the side like he was getting ready to give me a hug.

"Hey Sami!" "Uh hey guys, I thought the kickback wasn't until eight?" It was only around five now, so we definitely still had time to kill. "It is. We just got bored and saw your guys' snapchats, and wanted to see if we could hang a bit earlier." "Oh sure, you wanna come in?" I stepped to the side and tried my best to smile. "Great! Thanks doll." Liam stepped in first and quickly disappeared up the stairs. He'd been here so many damn times that he knew where everything was. As his footsteps vanished, I turned back to look at an annoyed looking Harry. Liam probably dragged him to "be nice". "Are you coming?" I tried to be polite about it, but I'm sure I sounded snotty. He gave me a dirty look, before stepping inside my house and scuffing off his shoes on the doormat. HA. I didn't think he had etiquette or manners.

I shut the front door and locked it, and passed by Harry who followed me up the stairs. "Hey Harry." Niall offered him a kind smile, to which Harry failed to return. All he did was offer him a forceful peace sign. Whatever. Liam had taken my place as well as my controller in between Niall and Zayn; so I was forced to sit on the loveseat we had. Harry really had no other options as well, and I grumbled as he plopped down next to me. Oh well, not like he had a choice.

"Can I get you guys anything to drink?" I stood up from the couch and smiled at the bunch. Truthfully, I just felt awkward by Harry and wanted an excuse to get away from him. "Sure." Each boy gave me a drink order, other than Harry who stayed silent. "I'll be right back."

Hurrying down the stairs, I grabbed three sodas from the fridge as well as a bottle of water for myself. As I spun back around to exit the kitchen, I nearly screamed. Harry was standing in the doorway, biting on one of his nails. One of the sodas had slipped from my hands and exploded onto the floor and I had to refrain from cursing. "Sorry, didn't mean to startle you." "It's fine Harry." I placed the other three drinks on the countertop and ripped a paper towel off the roll. "Let me do that." Harry ripped it from my hands and dropped down, cleaning it up for me. "Thanks but you didn't have to." He shrugged as he stood and tossed the wet towel in the garbage bin. "It was my fault, don't worry." "Did you need something?" I asked, grabbing another can from the fridge. "I was wondering which restroom I could use?" This question caused me to laugh a little, but I told him to use mine since I'd have to clean it anyways. I wanted to refrain from making a mess as much as possible; clearly I was off to a good start.

Harry thanked me and quickly disappeared back up the stairs again. He could be rather odd at times; he'd always been like that.

"Here you boys go." I tossed each of them a soda to which they thanked me. "I'm going to go change. I'll be back." Some of the soda had split out over me, and I didn't want to be sticky or for it to stain my clothes. Liam sent me a thumbs up, and walking down the hallway, I entered my room. It took me a while to change, and as I was doing so I received a text from Liam saying to meet at his place and they'd already left. Guess my house got too boring for them. Rolling my eyes, I gathered up my dirty clothes from the floor and as I went to open my bathroom door, somebody beat me to it from the other side.

Fucker scared me again. "Jesus Harry, again?" He chuckled lightly and stepped to the side. "Sorry, I had something in my eye so it took me a while." "It's fine." I walked pat him and tossed my clothes in the hamper and spinning back around, I noticed Harry had disappeared. "Harry?" No response. Where the hell had he gone? I heard a bit of rustling coming from my bedroom, and immediately my face heated up. Was he in my bedroom? Please no.

"Dude, what the hell?" Sure enough, there he was in all his pride and glory. He was standing in front of one of my paintings, and seemed to be deep in thought. "Ever heard of an invasion of privacy?" Walking up to him, I placed my hands on my hips. "I never knew you could paint." He was avoiding confrontation. Typical. I looked at the mundane painting and shrugged. "I guess." "You're quite good." "Thanks. Can we go now?" I did not feel comfortable being alone with him. I felt he'd insult me at any moment. "Do I really bother you that much?"

Harry had turned to me so fast, it caught me by surprise and I stumbled backwards. "We both know you hate me Harry." He seemed to frown, but replaced it with his smug little smirk. "Hate is such a strong word, isn't it?" He had taken a step closer to me at this point, and I felt myself growing nervous. "But you do. We've never got along." "And why do you suppose that is?" Another step closer. I shrugged and looked down. "We just don't, I don't know." Another step closer. With each step he look forward, I took one backwards. "You wanna know something Samantha?" I hated being called that and I knew that's why he used my full name. "What Harold?" At this point, my back was up against my wall and he was only a foot or two in front of me. As he closed the small gap between us, I felt my breathe hitch in my throat. "I really don't think I should tell you." He had bent down at this point, his voice in a low whisper and his face inches from mine.

What the fuck is that supposed to mean?

"You're fucking exhausting dude." I was now beyond irritated with him, and shoving him out of my way, I walked around him; or tried to at least. Harry wrapped his hand around my wrist and yanked me back. "What the fuck Harry?" He stared down at me, and ran his tongue over his lips. "Don't just stare at me like that you ass. Let m-" I was interrupted by his lips crashing down onto mine. Oh hell to the fuck no.

Rage filled my body as I brought my hand up and slapped him across his right cheek. "How dare you." Harry looked to be in complete shock as he rubbed his cheek and took a step back. As I continued, I pointed a finger to his chest. "Don't you ever disrespect me like that again." I went to leave, but again he grabbed my wrist. "Don't talk to me like that Samantha." I had to keep myself from doubling over in laughter. "Excuse me? Last I checked Harry, you aren't my fucking boyfriend. I can speak to you however I'd like." His expression was growing harder and darker and frankly I did not give a fuck. "You're digging a deep hole, you know that?" "Oh please Harry. I'm so fucking scared." I tried ripping my arm from his grip, but he only tightened it; and at this point it was beginning to hurt. "Let go of me." "Why should I?" What the fuck was his problem. "You're hurting me asshole." "Good, you fucking slapped me." "Because you deserved it! Now quit being a dick and let go of me."

I was so mad at this point I was contemplating hitting him again. "No." "Want me to hit you again?" I brought my face up near his and narrowed my eyes. "See what happens." Bet. Bringing my hand up, I attempted to hit him again but he caught my other hand. "We're in quite the predicament aren't we love?" "Harry let go of my fucking arms." Ignoring me, he pulled me into his figure again and peered down at me. "This is fun." "I'll scream Harry, I swear it." He smirked and raised a brow. Did he think I was joking? Opening my mouth I went to scream, but he slammed his hand over my mouth. This now freed up one of my hands and bringing my palm back, I slapped him on his other cheek. "Fuck!" He brought his hand up to his cheek again, and bringing my fist back; socked him in his stomach.

"Are we done here?"

Both of our heads snapped to the door and I felt my face heat up with embarrassment as Zayn stood there. He looked rather amused but I was humiliated. "He deserved it." Zayn laughed and raised his hands in defense. "I believe you, but can we save this for another day?" "Bitch." Harry mumbled as he shoved past me and left my house.

"Fucking asshole."