Will We Talk?

17- Wait

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London dump 📸
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f.rancessca_Harper: Can't wait to see you again
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Bailey.Jonston: My babysitter is back
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Evelyn.Vic: Excited to see my god babies
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Yvonne.Gregson: They're growing up too fast for my liking
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Sam_Fender: ❤️
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User1: Have u not been in London too Mr Fender?
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User2: OMG he has!
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User3: Literal power couple
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User2: idk if id be more jealous of Sam or Evelyn
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User4: they havent even announced it, give them their space
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I was so happy that my following on Instagram was slowly beginning to grow, with me now having almost 20K. Potentially, I could make a career out of this, but did I really want to be in the public eye when my boyfriend was making it big?

Through the break, I'd realised how much of a flaw my selfishness could be in my relationship, and that hurt me to think about how it'd effect Sam. But he had his flaws too, like the way he'd take his stress and anger out on other people, and it scared me. That's the worst bit about a relationship, learning and understanding the other, in which communication was a big deal.

Luckily, Sam and I hadn't had a massive argument, touch wood, that would jeopardise our relationship. Since getting back, we talked everyday, about out feelings and the current going ons in life. Whether it be over the phone or text, or sometimes face to face.

Work was restricting my social schedule tons, we'd been back from London for more than a week and I hadn't yet saw the likes of Fran and Rylee or my family, not even Zara and Zander.

We were now in October, spooky season, and I always got dressed up for my younger cousins. This year, we decided to keep it tame and have a small familial party at my parents'. I was put in charge of food. Great.

Sam: Happy Saturday, gorgeous girl, was wondering if you were free today? xxx

Evie: Good morning, or should I say good afternoon, lazy bones? I'm free today, works letting me have the weekends off now xxx

Sam: Great, I'll be picking u up at 3 then, be ready xxx

Evie: Sam, I need a bit more info. What do I wear? xxx

Sam: Nothing 😉xxx

Evie: Cheeky 🙄

Evie: I'm serious Sam, what do I wear? xxx

Sam: Ur coming to mine xxx

Evie: Sounds lush xxx

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That's when I found myself packing my shit into a duffel bag to take to Sam's house. It felt like I was at his more than mine at times, and I wasn't complaining about it. Although it was small and messy, it was homely enough for Sam and I to be in. To be fair, there were certain times where I was close to tidying it up, but there were other distractions.

3:00 came around super slowly and I was waiting outside for Sam.

3:15 came around and I was stood shivering in the cold, Sam still not being here.

3:25 I was warm in bed. In my own bed. I felt embarrassed and ashamed. At Sam, not me.

3:33, I got a text from the man himself.

Sam: Lads invited me out, I'll walk around and get you now darlin xxx

Evie: Don't bother

Sam: What? Why? xxx

Sam: Evie? xxx

Sam: Whats happened? xxx

Sam: I'm coming now xxx

"Sam, who the fuck do you think you are?" I began as soon as the phone was picked up, "I was stood out there for 20 minutes, in the fucking rain, waiting for you. I don't mind you going out with the lads, but you need to tell me and keep me from looking like some divvy on the streets." I slowly sobbed, anger filling my body.

"What?" came his voice from the other end, "Dean was talking to is, what do you mean don't bother getting you?" he slurred, obviously drunk.

"Its not even 4 and you're pissed?" I scowled.

"Aye, I'm sorry. Why are you mad?"

I did nothing but break down, my sobs obviously being loud enough to hear down the phone as the sound of hustle and bustle gradually died out.

"C'mon baby, speak to me. I'm here for you." he soothed.

"You're un-fucking-believable, Sam Fender." I hissed through my cries.

"I'm coming, baby. I'm going to help you. I'm sorry."

"You can't do that, you can't apologise and expect me to not be humiliated. It doesn't work like that." I ranted.

"I'm coming over Evelyn and there's nowt you can do to stop me. See you soon."

That's when he thought he'd put down the phone, but I was still on the line. As much as I knew it was an invasion of his privacy, and I should've hung up, I stayed on to hear what he had to say.

"Right lads, I'm off. Cheers for a class afternoon." he said.

Okay, not bad.

"Divnt leave yet man Sam, please." came Drew's voice, his also slurring the same way Sam's did at the start of the call.

"I've got to go. And quickly."

"You really are whipped, aren't you?" Joe laughed.

"I fucking love her man, I need to be with her now, though."

"See you soon. Text when you're home." Dean said.

I smiled, eventually hanging up the phone. He loved me? Good, because I loved him. Tons.

Evelyn: Just wondering, can Sam come to the party? x

Mam: Course he can, can't wait to meet him xx

Dad: 👍

Evelyn: Dad, you can say other things you know 🤣

Dad: Ok