lovesong (sam kiszka x reader)

12

*tw- same as last chapter, minor substance abuse*

a group of about 150 or so people had gathered in the bar since we had gotten here. for a teenage band, they sure could pull a crowd. i fought my way through the crowd, getting stopped by a man who looked about 35. "quit pushing, princess. what are you, a groupie?" he scoffed.

i scoffed back. "please. for a bar band? no, i'm their photographe-"

he looked at the back of the bar, seeing a group of a few girls who were standing with marie and jane. "cut the act. stand at the back with all the rest of those whor-"

"don't you fucking dare call them that!" my camera was obsolete at this point. i lunged for the guy, who fell backward. i kicked him once, smiled cutely, and walked to the side of the stage, where sam stopped pacing to put his arm around my shoulder, kissing my temple.

"you kick ass, princess." he mocked the guy.

"i kick ass when people call my friends whores."

"that guy called them that?" josh's face turned red with anger.

"don't worry about it. look-" we all turned to see the guy walk out of the bar, shoving the doors open and rubbing his arm.

jake laughed. "karma's such a bitch. i love it." as he said that, the board guy flashed the lights, which meant hurry the fuck up, we're paying you.

i squeezed sam's arm as jake and danny ran onto the stage, and he soon followed as i jumped down the stairs, camera in hand. the entire set, jane, and marie took turns bringing me bottles of beer, each of the empties going into my backpack. i usually worked better under the influence of, well, something. it was a certain artistic thing that came out of it.

by the end of the gig, i could feel that i had probably had too much. the bar started to clear out as i went outside and started tossing the empties into the dumpster. 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7. plus the old-fashioned and the one at the bar. shit. i normally handle alcohol well, but that's a lot. too much.

jane came out to the back with the wires box for the truck, watching me stumble back. "y/n?"

"yaaaah."

"oh god. sam!" she shouted, dropping the wires box in the van and heading for the door.

"jane, please, act cool, he's going to be so mad." my vision was blurring rapidly.

"y/n, he's going to be even madder if you die or something. let me go get him, they're almost done in there anyways." she pleaded. "do not move, y/n. someone will be back." i smiled and stood still.

"oh my god, y/n." i heard sam's voice from the doorway, and he came rushing over, gently touching my arms. i swayed. "yep, alright, up we go." he groaned as he lifted me into his arms, cradling me.

"sam, i can walk, i swear."

"i know, but do i want you to? no." he found the car and opened the door, reclined the seat, put me inside, and closed the door. he got into the driver's seat and turned the engine.

"are you taking me home? sam, my dad will kill me, i've never been this drunk before."

"i've covered for ronnie when she's been like this before, and my mom's on a business trip, it'll be fine. she'll just call your dad from your phone and say you got food poisoning from mcdonald's or something and my mom wants you to stay with us so he doesn't get sick for work."

"sammy, did they let you leave?" i leaned on the window.

"yes, dear, i told them i had to bring you home quick. just keep your eyes open, love. don't fall asleep, i have no idea what'll happen to you if you close your eyes for too long."

"where are marie and jane going?"

"they're going home, dear. they're bringing josh home for me, and those three said they'd unload while i help you out. you still have clothes at my house, right?"

i nodded slowly. "i think so. your hoodie is there, at least, i left it there today. am i asking too many questions, babe?"

"i'd rather you ask too many questions than be silent. that's the last thing i need my very intoxicated girlfriend doing at nearly one in the morning."

i tried to sit up, failing. my head felt so heavy. "i'm tired, sammy."

"i know, sweetheart, but it's only a few minutes longer. we just passed into town. just keep those e/c eyes open for me, alright?"

i smiled, seeing his house come into view. jane's car sat in front of the house while josh unlocked the door. he looked panicked. i saw jane shout something from the driver's seat, and josh shook his head, so her headlights turned on and she slowly pulled away. sam pulled into the driveway and opened the door for me, lifting me through the front door, and up the stairs.

"is she going to be alright, sam?" josh asked as we passed him. sam handed him my phone for ronnie. talking sounded muffled to me.

"she just needs to get it all up. did you text mom?"
"yeah. dad's with her now, so we're all good for the next few days."

"thank you josh," he said, opening the bathroom door and putting me down in front of the toilet, lifting the lid. "let er rip. you gotta get it all, or most of it, out in order to feel any better. i'll go get you clothes."

as soon as the door closed, it felt like a tidal wave came up from my stomach and through my throat. when he came back, i flushed, leaning over the bowl. "ugh. i haven't puked since the third grade when some kid gave me the stomach flu."

"well, the faster it comes up, the faster you get to go to bed, and the shorter your hangover lasts." he rubbed my back and turned away as i leaned over the bowl, my back arching.

"oh jesus, i feel like i'm dying."

he looked over the bowl, pinching his nose. "i've never seen that color before..." i slapped his stomach playfully, making him laugh. i shuddered and vomited again.

after an hour or so of me actually vomiting and 20 minutes of me literally just dry heaving, he stood me up and we crossed the hallway. ronnie popped out of her room, hair sticking up. she handed sam my phone. "all good. he said for her to call him whenever she feels a little better."

"thank you, ronnie."

he closed the door softly and let me stand by myself, i swayed a little at first, but i could do it. i held up the pile of clothes he had found laying around a pair of his sweatpants and the same sweatshirt from the last time i had taken it home. i liked to give it back every few days so he could wash it instead of me. "turn."

"it's just me."

"then i will turn. i'm still shy, you know." i turned slowly as he laughed, changing very slowly so i didn't lose my balance or accidentally puke on his clothes. i shuffled over to the bed, sitting on top of the covers. he was already under them.

"am i going to get you sick?" i asked.

"i don't think hangovers are contagious."

"but-"

"shut the fuck up and come sleep."