sam fender imagines

"Say it"

Sam Fender x Reader 

(warning: smut)

You and Sam were raised together, your mum's being best friends who happened to have kids a few months apart. All your memories from your adolescence had Sam involved in some way.

Along the way you had obviously done the cliché and fell for your lifelong best friend. You had never realised it until one day, you were walking to meet Sam in your school's hallway like always at the end of the day and you saw him flirting with another girl.

You were obviously angry which led to you and Sam having it out that night. Sam never knew the real reason for that fight but it's how you found yourself in a complicated friendship.

One where you acted like best friends who everyone was convinced were made for each other. One where you argued like the most toxic people in the world.

You were currently getting ready for a night out with all your friends in Newcastle, including Sam. You were half expecting another argument but of course you would make up tomorrow.

You pulled the red dress over your head, loving the way it clung to your body making sure to hug your curves perfectly.

Making yourself a vodka and coke, you heated your curlers and got all your makeup ready on your bedroom floor.

After an hour, you were all ready and rushing outside to meet Sam on your doorstep.

"Woah lassy, trying to pull are ya?" Sam greeted you, referring to your look for the night.

"So, what if I am? Weren't you the one who agreed to this night, claiming you need to get laid?" you questioned, furrowing your eyebrows at the jealousy in his eyes.

"Whatever, come on let's go meet the lads at the pub" he said, starting to walk ahead of you.

You don't question his attitude, putting it down to a bad mood.

It was now a few hours later, you were quite a few drinks in dancing in the second club of the night while Sam had found himself some pretty girl.

"Yanno the girls he always tries to pull with are a lot like ya" Joe says as you order another drink at the bar.
"As if lad" you say, thinking he was crazy.

"Brunette, green eyes, tall, similar figure. If I didn't know any better, I would think he was trying to sooth a certain crush on someone. Oh, wait yeah you" he says before walking away to the lads.

"Dickhead" you mutter to yourself as you stared at the girl who was currently leaning into Sam's arms.

You studied her and you had similar qualities, but it definitely wasn't the idea Joe had.

You made your way back to the dancefloor after downing your drink and some shots with the lads. Some random guy had taken an interest in you which is how you found yourself grinding against him as he spinned you around to face him.

Your face was suddenly millimetres away from the guy, but your hand was soon pulled away from him and outside by no other than Sam.

"We're going home" he said as you got outside.

"What the fuck was that?" you questioned after Sam had phoned a taxi.

"Could ask you the same" he said, giving you that aggressive look in his eye.

"What happened to the model you were hooking up with?" you ask, your voice getting louder.

"Don't you dare turn this on me" he shouted.