Snowed In

As Harry and Annie were being checked over by Elsie and Louis Sam just sat on the windowsill, looking out into the whiteout and wishing she had never found the two. Alicia had gone off to see if she could find more gas from the cars outside and Liam had followed, insisting she couldn’t go alone. Sam couldn’t help but notice how tense everyone seemed to be, but those two especially. Her eyes moved over and her gaze suddenly caught with Harry’s, but both of them immediately turned away as they remembered how she had found him and Annie.

The moment Sam had heard they were missing she and Niall had nearly ran out the door. Niall had remembered Annie saying something about getting more towels before she and Harry had left and the two had started off to the basement. Upon seeing the mountain of snow and debris Sam had felt adrenaline race through her body as she had ripped through the wreckage, needing to know they were alright. But as she had created an opening she had seen them.

Annie’s head had been buried in the crook of Harry’s neck as he had been gripping her for dear life, both of them snuggling shamelessly on a pile of towels. Sam had sat, frozen in the Hell of seeing that maybe the rumors were true, for what felt like hours, but had really only been a few seconds. And when Harry’s eyes had met hers it was more than she could bear.

Now as she sat on the cold windowsill all she could think of was how happy Harry had looked as Annie nuzzled her face into his neck. Pressing her lips together she stood and walked out of the room, making up some bullshit excuse of filling the generator up with more gas when in reality she just couldn’t see how much better off Harry was without her. She made her way down the near pitch black hallway and was about to go down the stairs when a voice stopped her.

“Samantha.” Niall said, hobbling along behind her. She stopped and turned, putting on a giant fake smile.

“What’s up?” She asked, shoving her hands into her pockets. Niall sighed, but as his eyes moved down her neck to the hickey he’d left earlier a smirk took up his face. Sam blushed as his blue eyes moved back up to hers in the quickly fading light.

“Well, ya shouldn’t be goin’ anywhere alone, so I’m comin’ with ya.” He said, smiling.

“Niall…” She whispered, folding her arms in front of her chest. “I just… I wanted to go alone. It’s not you, I promise, I just need a couple minutes to myself.” She swore, her eyes moving back to his. He pressed his lips together.

“Well, will you at least take Annie then? Or Louis? I don’t want ya goin’ anywhere alone.” He then hobbled closer and kissed her cheek softly. “I don’t want anythin’ to happen to ya.” She sighed, pressing her lips together. She was about to go get Elsie and Louis when Annie stepped out, smiling softly.

“I’ll go with you.” She said, smiling. “Sorry by the way, I didn’t mean to eavesdrop.”

“It’s fine.” Sam said, thankful someone had broken up her and Niall’s awkward staring contest. As Annie spoke Elsie and Louis popped up behind her, saying they were going to go find Brenna and Zayn and make sure they were alright. The couple quickly descended the stairs, pushing past Niall, Annie, and finally Sam. As the pair left Annie smiled, walking over to Sam. The two girls had just started down the stairs when Niall’s voice stopped them.

“Sammie.” Sam turned her head as he motioned for her to come closer. She quickly jogged back up the few stairs she’d descended and stood in front of Niall. He beckoned her closer and finally leaned over, whispering in her ear. “Tonight we can sneak off ta one of the other rooms and finish what we started.” He whispered into her ear, his breath fanning over her face. Sam pulled back, her cheeks bright red as she looked at him with wide eyes. He simply smiled, kissing her forehead. “Now be safe!” He called out to both girls before making his way back into the room. And as he made his way back into the suite he couldn’t help but grin as he noticed how much Sam’s hickey stood out when she blushed like that.

As soon as Niall was inside he shut the door, sitting down on the bed and trying to shake the pain from his crutches out from his arms. “Are you feeling better?” Niall turned his head to see Harry looking at him, his green eyes flickering with some emotion Niall couldn’t quite place.

“Yeah. What about you? Ya could ‘ave frozen to death.” A small grin then came over the blonde Irishman’s face as he smirked devilishly at his friend. “Good thing ya had Annie to cuddle with.” Harry’s cheeks turned the slightest hint of pink and Niall chuckled.

“It wasn’t like that.” He insisted.

“Really? Because Sam said ya two were havin’ a pretty intense snuggling session.” Niall teased.

“Buggar off.” Harry muttered, his eyes moving to the snow as he looked at the still strong blizzard outside. The two stayed quiet for a long time after that before Harry finally spoke again. “Niall.”

“Yeah?” Harry’s eyes moved to his friend as he nervously flipped his hair out of his face.

“We need to talk about Sam.”

“What about her?” Niall asked, smiling as he remembered their intense snogging session, how good it felt to finally have a girl want him. He saw Harry’s face fall at his grin and stopped. “Wait… do ya still fancy her?” Harry’s eyes snapped up as his cheeks flushed and even darker shade of pink.

“That little Canadian brat? Of course not.” Niall bit his lip as he looked at Harry, who refused to meet his gaze.

“Ya’d think with shaggin’ and leavin’ as many birds as ya do ya’d be a better liar.” Harry swallowed nervously, licking his lips before pressing them together.

“I’m not trying to talk about me Niall.” Harry said, finally looking up at his friend. “But… Christ I don’t know how to tell you this.”

“What Harry?” Niall pressed, looking at his friend.

“Sam likes me.” Harry finally admitted. “And Annie-”

“What?” Niall asked, not even hearing the rest of Harry’s sentence.

“Sam like me. She just didn’t want me to know so she pretended to like you.” Harry repeated, looking at the blonde, “But Annie-”

“Who tha fuck do ya think ya are!?” Niall roared, standing shakily and glaring at the boy he’d thought of as a friend. “Sammie’s right, yer nothin’ more than an arrogant little cunt!”

“Watch it Niall.” Harry hissed, standing and walking over so he was toe to toe with the older, but currently crippled boy.

“Do ya think I can’t get a bird? Is that it? Well ya know what Harry? This time I got the girl! This time I’m not in yer shadow! I’m the one who Sam wants ta be with and you finally get ta be the one who’s all alone!” Harry didn’t even flinch as his eyes narrowed into slits.

“Sam kissed me.” He snapped, his green eyes locking with Niall’s. “When we went to change I had her pressed up against the wall, running my hands all over her while she moaned into my mouth like a whore-” He was cut off by Niall’s fist colliding with his face and sending him crashing to the floor. Niall was about ready to leap onto him and keep up the assault, but a small scream drew both men’s attention to the door where Annie and Sam stood, looking at the scene before them. Both girls ran over to Harry and Sam looked as if she might cry as she ran her fingers over his quickly swelling cheek, cradling his face in her hands.

“Harry…” She whispered, looking into his eyes.

“Sam.” Niall said simply. She looked up to see him grabbing his crutches. “Come on. We’re moving to a different room.” Sam looked back at Harry before turning to Annie, asking her to take care of him before standing and following Niall outside. They went to the next room over in silence, but the moment Sam shut the door she exploded.

“What the fuck was that?!” She growled, looking at Niall as he simply set his crutches beside the bed. She walked over and turned him around as he started to pull the covers back, her eyes meeting his and making her breath catch in her throat. His normally light blue eyes were now a dark shade of navy, whether from lust of anger she couldn’t tell. Before she could ask or even say another word his hands were on her hips, all but throwing her onto the mattress. He then stood back up, looking down at her as she lied on her back and took in short, nervous breaths.

“Did ya kiss Harry?” He asked simply. She bit her lower lip, cursing the curly haired Brit for giving away their secret before she answered, looking at her feet.

“He kissed me.” She admitted as she looked back up, expecting Niall to be furious. She started to sit up in preparation for stopping him from going back and killing Harry, but he simply kept looking at her.

“Do ya fancy him?” Sam looked up at him; feeling like her heart was going to beat out of her chest as Niall kept his eyes locked with hers in the dark room. She was worried about what he might do to Harry if she said no, and she was not going to let Annie get caught in the crossfire again. Not for her. She’d gotten herself into this mess, and she wasn’t going to drag them down with her. She swallowed nervously as Niall continued to stand over, waiting.

“No.” She finally said, her voice trembling. She saw him smirk as he slowly crawled over her, intertwining their fingers and pressing her hands into the blankets above her head. He then leaned down so she could feel his warm breath on her face again as he straddled her waist.

“Good.” He muttered. “Then it looks like I get ta keep me promise.” And without another word Niall crashed their lips together. And as he let go of her hands, letting his fingers move down and slide her shirt up and off before covering her sensitive skin with sloppy kisses, Sam only heard four words running through her head.

What have I done?