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"Don't talk to me, someone might think we're friends" (Request)

Sam Fender x Reader

You were a famous indie and rock singer songwriter. You were one of the most famous modern indie artists. However, you classed yourself as a band even if in the public eyes you were a solo artist because you felt selfish to take all the credit when you all worked incredibly hard on your music, and they were like your own family.

You weren't the only one, there was this other band well solo artist, Sam Fender. You two were often in battling in the charts, for awards as well as for venues and gigs. Basically, anything you could battle over you would.

You two absolutely despised each other, this wasn't public knowledge, but it wouldn't exactly take a detective to figure out.

As usual you two had ended up playing the same festival, on the same night, the same main stage and you were right before him.

Meaning your sound checks were close. So, as you played one of your songs, Sam was hanging around with his band and crew near the stage.

He was preparing his voice as he made sure his guitar was in tune while sitting on the grass in front of the stage. You for some unknown reason were focused on him and found yourself staring at his hands as they went across the neck of his new black and white electric guitar.

You sang your last song before walking off stage and handing your guitar to your crew. You and your band were walking back to your private area and in the distance, you could hear Sam doing his sound check.

Your bandmates were all laughing and talking shit about his music, which usually you would join in on but today as the song finished and you heard his laugh through the mic, something felt different.

You played it off as your hatred growing for the boy, but you knew deep down it was because you had developed some kind of feelings for the Geordie lad.

About month ago, after a drunken night he had messaged you to apologise for the drunken voice messages you had received and the next day you two seemed to bond and every day since you have messaged each other.

You didn't give the situation or him another thought as you messed around with your band and crew while getting ready. Soon the time came for you to perform.

So, you walked onto the main stage, your band following as you clutched your black electric guitar with rose detail. The track to one of your most famous songs in the background.

You spend the next hour, giving your all to the performance which seemed to work as you had people shouting back at you with big smiles on their faces, dancing away.

You walked off stage with your band, laughing and smiling your heads off as you passed your things to your crew. Your band walked ahead to your spot on the field to watch the rest of the acts as you spoke to one of your crew members.

As you stood side stage, sipping a drink of water. You heard a voice behind you.

"Brilliant set y/n y/l/n" the familiar Geordie voice said behind you.

"Don't talk to me, someone might think we're friends" you reply, not even daring to look at him as he stepped up behind your back.

"Aye wouldn't want someone to think someone to think that now would we lass?" Sam whispers in your ear, lingering a second before walking over to his band.

You down the rest of your drink, cursing yourself for not carrying alcohol with you at all times.

You find your friends as Sam walks onto the stage and begins his set. You can't lie as much as you roll your eyes and make snide comments with your band, you find yourself memorised by the boy on the stage.

So much that you excuse yourself from your friends saying you were going to get a drink before walking back to the side of stage where you were beforehand.

You watched Sam walk off stage, cheering with his band before being left alone to sort himself out before meeting them on the field.

He notices you, stood there not making any kind of move before making his way over to you.

"Not your worst job Fender" you say as you stand there staring each other down.

"Aye well it wasn't too hard to beat the act before yanno" he says, a smirk lingering on his lips making you roll your eyes.

Before you can say anything else, he grabs your hand and drags to a more private place on the field. As you were about to question him, his lips and hands meet you. His left hand around your waist while his right is in between your cheek and your hair. His lips felt soft and so loving against yours.

You felt a pit of passion and heat in your stomach as you kissed back, placing your hands in his hair. You both pull away, gasping for air but both with smiles on your face.

"I've waited so long to do that" Sam whispers as he places his forehead against yours.

"Me too Fender"

You stand there for silence as you hoped the night would continue.

"So, my hotel room or yours?" Sam asks almost as he could read your mind, pecking your jawline.

"Yours" You say without any hesitation.

Before you know it, your hand is being pulled by the eager Newcastle boy back to his room.

Maybe your hate for him wasn't completely actually hate.