*Sami*

"Holy shit. The fuck he do to you?" I gave Zayn a rather dirty look, before falling onto my bed and screaming into my pillow out of frustration. "So are you going to give me words or is this all I'm getting?" Collapsing down beside me, Zayn began to rub soothing circles on my back.

"The douchebag had the audacity to kiss me! Against my will too." I knew I was overreacting but I hated him. "C'mon Sam, it's just a kiss. Don't let it get to you."

Removing the pillow that was hiding my face, I turned to look at Zayn. If looks were capable of killing someone, he would've dropped dead. Laughing nervously, he scratched at the back of his neck. "Forget I said that." "I hate him Zayn, and I'm sure the entire world knows it...." I know I shouldn't be so pressed about something so small, but I couldn't help it. "Samantha it's okay. He learned his lesson and I'll personally make sure he doesn't do it again."

Chuckling, I punched his arm playfully. "Trying to keep me all to yourself Malik?" Zayn laughed nervously, and I couldn't help but notice the blush rising to his cheeks. "Maybe, maybe not."

Pulling myself from my bed, I wrapped my arms around Zayn. "Do I have to go over there?" He rocked the two of us as we hugged and nestled his head on my shoulder. "You don't have to, but I'd love for you to come as would your best friend." Fuck. I forgot Niall was over there. Pulling away, I huffed in defeat. "Fine. I guess it can't hurt." "I promise Harry won't fuck with you, okay?"

As Zayn smiled at me, I held up my pinky finger to him. "Pinky promise?" Laughing in response, Zayn interlocked our pinkies together and nodded. "Pinky."

*Harry*

Barging into the house, I immediately ignored the confused looks from both Liam and Niall.

"Harry?"

Liam continued to repeat my name, but I slammed my door shut and made sure to lock it. I had no interest in speaking to anybody and felt as if I were about to explode. If he even came near me I'd beat his ass.

I was beyond pissed off at myself. I was so fucking stupid. Why would I fucking kiss her? I was also pissed off at her for fucking slapping me, and twice. If she only knew what she'd done. I swear once I get my hands on her again; I'll definitely put her in her place.

My chest rose and fell at a rapid place, and walking over to my window; I peered through the curtains. Zayn and Sam were embracing and swaying back and forth, his head buried in her neck. Jealously racked my bones, and I began to shake with enragement. If he wasn't my friend I would've beaten his ass right then and there.

Backing away from the window, I strode over to my bed and picked up a pillow. Throwing it onto the floor, I dropped to my knees and began to beat the shit out of it. I should really invest in a punching bag.

"Harry!"

My head snapped up upon hearing pounding on my door. Grabbing the pillow from the floor, I walked over and unlocked the door. "What?" "Jesus mate. What happened?"

Louis stood there, a beer already in his hands. "What do you mean?" I furrowed my eyebrows together, as I took a step back. "You've got two giant ass handprints on either side of your face." I felt my stomach drop and shoved him out of my way. As I entered my bathroom, I had to refrain from screaming right then and there. Sure enough, I had two bright red handprints on my fucking cheeks. As much as I wanted to fabricate some bullshit story, I knew that Louis would call my bluff. "Samantha slapped me." Louis began to laugh so hard, I thought he was going to fall backwards. "What did you do?" Looking to the floor ashamed, I intertwined my hands behind my back. "I kissed her." "You fucking what?" "Twice..."

Lou's laughter was quickly replaced with concern as he shook his head. "Mate, why would you do that?" "I couldn't fucking help it dude. She drives me wild." "Michael is going to give you so much shit. You know that right?" "He doesn't need to know." Rolling his eyes, Louis placed a hand on my shoulder. "Good luck coming up with something. They look like handprints." Shoving his arm away, I gave him a dirty look. "Fuck off." He started laughing again, and I angrily trudged down the stairs.

Just to my fucking luck, the whole gang was now here; including Samantha. "What the fuck. I thought you all were coming at eight?" As my head snapped to our grandfather clock, I read the time. It was only five-thirty. Michael stood from the couch and shrugged his shoulders. "Plans changed. We wanted to start drinking earlier." "Dude what the fuck happened to your face?" As soon as Ashton spoke those words, all heads snapped to me. I felt my words become hitched in my throat as I tried to think of some lie I could spill out.

"Sam slapped him."

Looking to Liam, I clenched my jaw as well as my fists. "No fucking way. Atta girl!" As Luke turned to Samantha to give her a high-five, the entire room erupted into a fit of laughter. The only two people who didn't find any humor in it were myself and Sam. She looked utterly horrified and I'm sure it was because of how I was staring at her.

She timidly gave Luke a high-five, and Michael then had the nerve to fucking ask why she hit me. I was praying she'd cover both of our asses, but of course Liam had to open his fucking mouth again. "He kissed her and she got pissed off."

I'm sure my face was beet red at this point; a combination of both anger and humiliation.

"Holy fuck. You let her beat your ass?" As all the boys laughed, I attempted to laugh alongside them. "That's enough of that lads. So, drinking?" I was desperate to change the subject, but none of them were letting it go. They all kept bombarding Samantha with questions, and I soon found myself drowning them out with a bottle of whiskey.

"Ah Styles. What will we ever do with you?" I think it was Michael who said it, but I wasn't sure. By the time they had all pulled their heads out of their asses, it was already seven-thirty. Two hours had managed to fly by in a matter of minutes, and I was grateful that the alcohol does that to you. To my surprise, Samantha had been making conversation the entire time and also couldn't stop laughing. My unwarranted jealously was another reason I'd drowned myself in booze.

"So lads, shall we head out?" "Where are we going?" Even though I'd had a lot to drink, I could handle myself pretty well. "To Crooks? Now that we can all drink it should be a fun time." Michael was smiling at the bunch of us, and everybody nodded. "Wait? Even her?" Hiccuping, I pointed a sloppy finger at Samantha. She gave me a dirty look, and Louis laughed. "Yeah?" Michael helped her from her spot on the couch and wrapped an arm around her shoulders.

My grip around my bottle tightened and I tried to contain my breathing. "No way. It's not even her crowd. She won't go." I laughed with my words, but froze as Samantha spoke up. "I'd love to go. Just give me a minute so I can change." "No worries love. We'll be waiting." Michael offered her a smile, and as she blushed I felt my chest tighten. "I'll keep you company." As Niall stood up, she nodded. "Sounds good." "I'll go too." Zayn set his bottle on the coffee table, and after the three of them had left, I slammed my drink on the bar cart.

"What the fuck Clifford?" Rolling his eyes, Michael took another swig from his beer. "Chill mate. She'll be fine." "Crooks is fucking crawling with perverts and creeps." I seethed, clenching my fists. Everyone here knew I was crazy about Samantha, including him, and I knew he did that to purposely piss me off. "And? She'll be with all of us the entire time dude." "And not to mention there's nine of us." Calum added on.

I felt myself getting heated, and walking over to me; Louis placed a comforting hand on my shoulder. "She'll be okay mate. Just stop your drinking now so you can watch out for her." Pointing a finger at all of them, I stomped my foot down. "If anything happens to her, so help me you'll all fucking regret it."

*Sami*

"I have no idea what to wear."

As I threw various dresses from my closet, both Zayn and Niall laughed. The two of them were sat on my bed just watching me have a dramatic meltdown.

"Just pick something woman! You're taking forever." Niall teased, throwing one of my dresses back at me. As I went to protest, my eyes landed on something toward the back of my closet. I felt my heart flutter and a smile plastered its way onto my face as I imagined myself in it. I'd never worn it before, and I suppose now was a better time than any. Turning back around to face the duo, I pointed a hand to my door.

"Okay you two. Out!"

"What? Why?" The two of them pouted like a lot of school children, and crossing my arms over my chest, I shook my head. "Now. It's a surprise."

"Are you sure you don't need help changing?" Zayn smirked, and Niall burst out into laughter. I felt my face flush, and smacked him with one of my clothing items on the floor. "Go you losers!" Sighing in defeat, the two sulked from my bedroom and allowed me to change.

I was quick to do so, first slipping on a sexy, black lace under piece. I was never one to adorn lingerie, I always thought it was so uncomfortable to wear; and obviously I didn't have anyone to flaunt it off for. I then slipped on a tight black and floral printed skirt that cinched at the waist. I also slipped on a pair of wedged heels, and topped the look off with a black cardigan. As for jewelry, I put on my signature charm bracelet, locket necklace that Niall had bought me, and my favorite rings that Harry had gifted me last Christmas. As much as we despised one another, we were always thoughtful with our gift giving. For all I know, his mom picked them out; but either way I loved them. The last thing I did was hook on some earrings.

Looking in the mirror, I was quite satisfied with my outfit. All I needed was to touch up my hair and makeup. I left my dark hair flow down naturally, just made sure to thoroughly brush through any mangles and knots. As for my makeup, I touched up everything, added a mauve lipstick, topped it off with some gloss, and then added some eyeshadow. Everything else I had previously done, and just needed some touchups. Taking one final glance in the mirror, I released a deep breathe and after grabbing my purse; I exited my bedroom.

"Damn woman. Took you lo-"

Both Niall and Zayn seemed to freeze as I walked up to them. "So? What's the verdict?" I pondered, twirling for them. "Wow. You look amazing." Niall stuttered out. Once more, I felt my cheeks flush and nervously punched him. "Oh hush." Zayn was next to speak, and he too stuttered to get the right words. "He's right. Like you're incredible." "Thank you boys. Are you both ready to head back?" Neither of them said anything, but both were able to nod.

"Perfect. Let's go!"