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Happy Endings (Request)

Sam Fender x Y/N

I had nerves racing through every inch of my body. Today I was going to Sam Fender's gig. Anybody else would be ecstatic but I wasn't just a fan wanting to listen to the music. I was a part of his history.

Flashback

"Are you seriously still leaving after last night?" Sam asks with desperation in his voice.

"Last night was the perfect goodbye Sam" I say after closing the boot of my car.

"We never even got a chance to be us. We had a whole eighteen years of secrets and then we finally confess and you are leaving for Paris" he says, a disappointed look on his face.

"The greatest loves end without happy endings" I say, stepping closer to him.

"Give us a chance please" he says, pain in his eyes.

"Sam, I have a chance to fulfill my dream. The chance you told me to take" I say, tears threatening to fall.

"That was before I knew you felt the same way"

"I have to go, my flight leaves soon" I say as you embrace each other.

"I'm going to count to three, after three I'm going to kiss you. If you don't want it like I do, stop me" Sam says.

"Sam don't do this" I say, resting my forehead against his.

"One. Two"

"It's going to make it worse" I say without registering my own words.

"I don't care. Three" He says, before his lips touch mine.

When our lips meet, we melt into each other. After years of unspoken words, they are there in the kiss. It feels electric, whole, safe. It's the perfect goodbye.

End Of Flashback

I had been back in England for just under a year and somewhere along that road, something possessed me to buy the ticket. I had a need to see him but I knew I couldn't just show up at his door.

The queue started moving, breaking me out of my thoughts. The girls around me had a buzz and a smile on their faces while they talked about everything they knew about Sam.

I didn't know what was going to happen or whether he would even see me. I just knew I had to see him do the thing he always wanted when we were growing up.

Time skip to the gig

As the lights went low, there was a chorus of screams. Sam walked out, guitar in hand and a smile on his face. My heart suddenly hit reality and I didn't know if I could do this.

It wasn't just an innocent need to see him, I never properly moved on from my love for him.

"This next one. I wrote when I was a teenager like most of the songs on the album. I wrote it about this girl who was my best friend at the time, she had a boyfriend and I was madly in love with her. We never got our happy ending but this song is my song for her. This is Call Me Lover" Sam says through the mic, making me stare at the floor below my feet.

As he started to sing, I got taken back to when he played it for me. I was so oblivious to his feelings.

That's how I spent the whole gig, reminded of the little moments we shared as teenagers. I couldn't look directly at the stage, it was too much for me and probably for him. I held onto the camera on my arm with an urge to take photos, I wanted to be able to know he got his dream like I got mine but I couldn't physically bring myself to it.

The gig came to a close and I needed a cigarette as well as fresh air more than anything. I decided to go round the corner and have one before heading home.

I sat on the curb, the cigarette between my fingers. I was trying to process the past hour or so but I couldn't.

"Always with a camera on your shoulder" I heard the familiar accent behind me, "Some things never change huh?"

"You made it to the stage" I observe, scared to say anything else.

"I was inspired by someone else following their dream"

"I shouldn't have come. I'm sorry" I whisper, my eyes fixed on the road.

"So why did you? I have so many questions y/n" he says, sitting next to me on the curb.

"I don't know. I saw you were performing tonight and something drew me to buy the ticket" I confess, hiding some of the truth.

"I saw you during Call Me Lover, looking for any way out. I'm glad you didn't leave"

"My feet wouldn't bring me to it" I say before cursing myself for being so honest around him.

"Are you back?" he asks, the question which led to many more.

"Paris had nothing left. Three years worth of photos but no feeling of home"

"So what now? You go home and we pretend you didn't come tonight? We wait another three years for contact? What about us?" Sam asks, confusion in his voice.

"I don't know Sam" I say honestly.

"I know you said that the greatest loves don't have a happy ending but I want us to have ours" he confesses, "I'm going to kiss you and if you truly don't believe we can have a happy ending then tell me and we will never see each other again"

That was his last words before I took us both in surprise and kissed him. My hand dropped the cigarette, joining my other in going around his neck and pulling him into me. His arms went around my waist, holding me close.

It felt like that scene in a cliché romance film where the world spins as the rain pours. It felt right, I felt whole again.

Our lips left each other, a buzz laying on them as we were desperate for air. Our foreheads rested against each other as his hands rubbed my arms and my hands ran through his hair.

"You are my happy ending Sam Fender"