A few days have passed since Harry's had coffee with Louis and, yet, he can't seem to get Louis' words out of his head. He doesn't intend on letting Harry leave him again? Harry has Sam. Sam loves him and wants the best for him. How can Harry leave a guy like that? Especially considering Harry would be leaving him for a guy who left him heartbroken for years. 

The shower runs in the bathroom connected to their room and Sam's deep voice hums to a song Harry doesn't know. From the sound of it, Harry guesses it's a country song. 

Harry enjoys the fresh morning air as he attempts to decide on something to wear. There's not a ton of options, but he still finds himself struggling to pick something despite it. Just as he throws a shirt over his head, Harry hears a phone ring.

Instinctively, Harry walks to his own phone sitting on the tabletop near the bed and flips it over. A few notifications sit at the top of the screen, but no call. He sighs as he walks over to Sam's phone that sits on the dresser next to the shower charging. 

Sam has never been the type of guy to hide his phone from Harry. In fact, Harry answers the phone for Sam a lot. They share passwords for both of their devices because neither has anything to hide. Without thinking, Harry accepts the call and presses Sam's phone to his ear. 

"Sam's phone, how can I help you," Harry asks. He stops as he hears anxious breathing on the other end. It's quiet despite the breathing. 

"Anyone there," Harry asks again. The person's breath hitches on the other end. 

"Yes," The person answers shortly. Their voice is higher-pitched with a slight southern drawl. It's not enough for Harry to know who they are. 

Harry pulls the phone away from his ear to see if there's a caller ID, but the number is unknown. Hesitantly, he puts the phone back to his ear. "How can I help you," Harry questions. 

"Can I speak with uh... Samuel Mendoza please," The voice asks. Harry's heart hammers in his chest at the person's request. 

Who is this? It's either a woman or a child, but Harry doesn't think the voice could belong to a child. If it's a female, who could it be? Harry quickly runs through a list of all the women Sam knows, but none of them wouldn't be saved in his phone and none of them would be acting as strange as this woman is. 

"Sam's in the shower. What can I do for you," Harry repeats. The woman sucks in a deep breath, obviously unsure of what to say. 

"I'm sorry, I need to talk to Samuel Mendoza. Just him," The person replies. Harry can't stop himself from becoming frustrated. What could this person want so badly that they have to speak only to Sam? A thousand horrible thoughts run through Harry's head, but he dismisses them almost as nearly as they appear. 

"Well I'm Samuel's fiancé so you can leave me a message to pass on to him," Harry responds his voice taking on something bitter out of frustration. 

"I'm sorry, can you have him... call me back or something," The person requests. Before Harry can answer he hears the shower stop. Suddenly, Harry feels like he's being caught doing something dirty as he takes a step away from the bathroom door. 

The door to the bathroom swings open as Sam steps out. His olive-toned skin drips with water and a green towel is wrapped around his waist. Black hair clings to the sides of his head, damp from the shower, and stubble dots his chin. 

"Who're you talking to," Sam mouths as he walks over to the dresser to pull out a change of clothes. Harry pulls the phone away and offers it to Sam, shrugging. 

Sam gives him a strange look as he takes the phone and brings it to his ear. "Sam speakin, what can I do for you," He asks. 

Harry watches anxiously as Sam walks over to the bed and sits, the towel still clinging to his hips. He watches nervously as Sam listens to what the person says and then responds, "Yes, I do remember. Why're you bringing it up," Sam replies, his voice sharp. 

Harry flinches at Sam's tone. He's never heard him talk like that before. Over the years, Harry's only heard Sam yell a handful of times, but this isn't even yelling. It's bitter and sharp, the kind of voice that Harry would use when he's been hurt and he's angry about it. 

Green eyes stare at Sam, trying to read every expression he gives. Harry's stomach twists as he watches Sam's face fall as if he's heard horrible news. He springs into motion, taking a step towards Sam, ready to embrace him. 

 "Are you sure," Sam asks, his voice shaking. Harry's already by his side, sitting on the bed, Sam's hand in his. Sam seems distracted by this as he focuses on what the caller says. 

"We'll be in touch. Thank you," Sam finally says as the phone slips from his grasp. It drops between the two of them, but Sam hasn't moved. He hasn't even started to explain what he heard on the phone. 

"Well, what happened," Harry asks anxiously. Sam finally looks up from the spot on the wall his brown eyes have been trained on. He looks at Harry but doesn't see him. Harry can tell his thoughts are all over the place. 

"I have a son." 

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Sat update for ya. Thought I would give you a little twist hehe. Leave predictions and thoughts in the comments. Thanks for reading and I hope you enjoyed! ~B