Will We Talk?

16- Changes

It was the end of my first week of two in London and I'd had a brilliant time. It felt great to let myself loose and watch the other lads be themselves too. Sam and I's relationship was slowly developing as he mentioned me to his mam and dad. The best thing about that was that his mam called me pretty and that's all you need from your semi mother-in-law.

The only people we had to tell now was our friends. I did feel bad not telling the girls, but we had to respect eachother and not tell practically everyone all at once. However, it wasn't exactly hidden that Sam and I were touchy touchy, especially after a few beers in the pub. If Fran hadn't noticed by now, I'd be genuinely shocked.

The only downside was watching Sam stress himself out over his work, not everyday was spent in the studio, but everyday he thought about his album. You know, the album that wasn't due to come out for another year or so.

I never had experience in the music world, so I didn't truly see how difficult Sam was finding things. Nor did I know anything about the scene in general. That's what caused us to not always see eye to eye, arguing a few times.

In all honesty, I was the problem. All week, I concentrated on myself, not once asking Sam how he was. Then I'd get angry at him for bottling up his feelings. And then I'd initiate the debates. That's why I had planned to make him feel as special as I could this week.

Owain had mentioned to me that the third week of their trip was just to explore and have a good time. So that meant dates galore and it meant that I could treat him as he deserved.

"Good morning, Sammy." I called, sliding myself through his hotel door.

He lay content in his bed, body flinching as the door closed, immediately turning to face me, "Best wake up call ever." he grinned as he faced me stood in my lingerie.

"You ready?"

"Please." he said, arms open and welcoming me in them.

*****

"I'm sorry." I mumbled as we lay in his bed, the only thing covering us being the blankets.

"For what?" he said, pulling my matted hair behind my ears.

"For arguing with you all week. I've been selfish, thinking I was right and being too stubborn to admit when I'm wrong. I haven't been taking your career seriously enough." I admitted, gazing into his mesmerising blue eyes.

"Thanks for coming to your senses. Its been tricky this week, with having you here. My concentration hasn't exactly been great." he joked, holding the back of my head with his large hand.

"What do you fancy doing today? The choice is in your hands, kind sire." I asked.

"Chill day. Go on a walk. Restaurant. Sex." he suggested.

"Whatever you say. Let me go and get ready." I said, placing a kiss to his hair and leaving my spot.

Until he pulled me back onto the bed, "Cuddles for a little longer." he was giving me those puppy dog eyes that no one could refuse.

I gave into him.

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*****

As the day went on, I genuinely began to think what I had ever did to deserve a man like Sam. I slowly realised how much I was falling in love with him through the small things. The way he smiles and his teeth snag onto his lip; the way he's so into his job and truly has a passion for it; the way he asks for consent no matter the circumstances; the way he smiles at people on the street; the way he gives whatever copper he had spare in his pockets to those sat on the streets.

He was simply a dream.

We had sat ourselves on a bench, overlooking the River Thames as we held an ice cream each. My eyes drifted over to him, admiring his every move. Even how he looked over into the river had the butterflies swarming.

Eventually his gaze met mine, catching me. But I didn't look away, I couldn't. He had me hypnotised.

"What you looking at?" he chuckled.

"Can a lass not admire her boyfriend?" I ask, as his arm wraps around my shoulders, placing a kiss on my cheek.

"Alreet, you soppy git." he laughed again.

"What you working on then? Can I hear some stuff when we get back to Shields?"

"Aye. We're not due to come back down again until new year, so I have tons of time to perfect everything."

"I saw you at TRNSMT. Tried calling but you didn't ring back until I was in my hotel."

"You were at TRNSMT? Why didn't I know this?"

"It was early days." there was a short silence as we tucked into our ice creams, "How do you feel about meeting Rylee and Fran?"

"I can't lie, I'm more scared of Fran than I am your dad, from the shit you've telt is." he mentioned.

"I would be too. 11 years of friendship and I'm close to shitting myself every time I make one risky move."

We both laughed.

"You know she was pissed off at is for sleeping with you rather than going home." I snorted, breaking into a fit of laughter.

Sam just observed me laughing, a smile of amusement on his face as he did so, "That was a great night. I couldn't take my eyes off of you."

"Is that so?" I whispered before pulling him into a kiss.

We sat on that bench for a while, admiring the smaller things like the occasional family that would pass by, or the older couples that walked arm in arm. All while I rested my head on Sam's shoulder. He had this touch where he made me feel like the only girl in the world.