Will We Talk?

75- Fiery

Another week had went by and the tour was almost done with: Sam had had his birthday, we'd been a on fair share of dates and Yvonne's surgery had went well so far. It had been a mint tour and it was lush to see all the lads get on and also get to know them all on a more personal level. At the same time, I missed home. I was definitely more homesick than I made myself out to be by this point, and it made me feel quite ill. That's probably why Sam found me hunched over the nearest bush, throwing my guts up before the penultimate destination of the tour.

"Yee alreet?" he gasped, holding my hair behind my back, "I thought these spells had cleared up."

"So did I." I chuckled slightly before gagging again.

"I'm taking you to the hospital when we're home." he said, eyes observing my every move.

"Sam," I sighed, "You aren't. I don't want you to. I'm pretty sure I'm just a bit ill. Probably just a foreign bug I've not had before."

He rolled his eyes and tutted, "Whatever you say, babe."

I wiped my mouth, patting him on the shoulder as I passed him towards the venue we'd located ourselves at. Heaven knows why I'm sick. Travel sickness? Home sickness? A common bug? Pregnancy? Well, it's a possibility now. It happened on Sam's birthday and we were both popped and desperate. Nothing awkward arose from it, we were just insistent in apologising to one another.

However, no matter how close we were getting in intimacy, it was beginning to feel like an eternity before we'd actually start dating again. For fucks sake, I was ready, and of course these few weeks I'm ready, Sam isn't. If this is the loop we're going to be stuck in, I don't want it anymore. It's aggravating. I really love this man, and I want no more than to spend my life with him, and once before, I'd have said at any cost. Now? Give it to me. But I want never gets, right?

Glumly, I stalked in the direction of my hotel room to retrieve a few pieces, prior to heading out on a self care day. After all, I think I'm starting to need it.

*****

Yvonne: Hello everyone, just letting yous all know that my op went much better than expected. Doctors want me to stay in though, so any time spent with my babies, I'd appreciate photos and videos for me to blubber at. -Ivy x

Mam: Glad to hear it sweetheart. Bradley best be taking care of you. xx

Evie: Happy ur well, Ivy. Missing yous all like mad but won't be long until I'm yem and pissing everyone off again x

Dad: You can stay there pet. Having a great time not spending money on you

Evie: I'm going to ignore u said that 🤣

Yvonne: 😂😂x

Bailey: Agreeing with dad

Evie: 🖕🖕

Yvonne: Wanker 🖕

I sat, chuckling at my screen, sparking alert in Sam; god, I can't tell you how much I love it when he gets jealous. My eyes looked up for a split second and immediately took sight of the family's conversation as I planned my next move. Slowly, he was approaching my table at the cafeteria of the hotel, his joyous smile fading into one of curiosity.

"Having a good time?" he questioned gruffly.

"I am, yes." I chuckled, concentrating on my phone again. From the corner of my eye, I could see Sam's foot tapping against the floorboards, his knee inches away from hitting off the table.

"And who're you texting?" he asked, this time with an abnormally elongated smile on his face.

I smirked and looked up, turning my phone off and placing it screen flat on the table, "And why's that any of your business?" I asked back with the same tone, poking my tongue in my cheek, "I don't see how that concerns you."

"You're just smiling a lot. I was curious to know who you were texting." he shrugged, "So?" I shrugged back, tapping my nails on the table separating us, "C'mon Eves, just tell is. I've asked you politely."

"Have you? I don't recall hearing a please." I lifted one eyebrow up and crossed my arms firmly, internally creasing at myself. He opened his mouth to speak but scoffed then closed it and shook his head, "If I didn't know any better, I'd say you're a tad bit jealous, Samuel."

"Me?" he scoffed, folding his arms like a toddler and facing away from me "Jealous? Divnt be so daft."

"I'm not daft, am I though, Sammy?" I pushed, leaning across the table, lightly touching his arm, "Because if I was daft, I wouldn't know that you look away whenever you're lying." I winked, sending the blood rushing to his cheeks.

"No. You're wrong."

"See: you're looking away again." I laughed, sliding the chair back with a loud scratch, making my way to the side Sam was on. I crouched down and held his chin with my forefinger and thumb, turning his eye-line towards me, "Much better. Now I can see those gorgeous eyes of yours." I whispered in his ear before pecking his lips and tried to walk away, yet being held back by Sam's firm grip.

From when he pulled me back, we were immediately locked in a passionate kiss, tongues exploring each other's mouths as though they'd never been in there before. We were likely embarrassing ourselves in front of the locals and general public who were here to have a good time. As predicted, when we pulled away, we had many disapproving and disappointed looks shot at us.

His hand grabbed mine and he immediately pulled me away from the hotel, having me walk to the park I'd found myself in the other day, while the most casual of casual clothes one could find. I genuinely looked like I'd been dragged through a hedge backwards, and no matter how much a protested against Sam's action, he just gripped me and pulled me even harsher.

As we stopped, his hand lightly dropped onto my waist, "You look breathtaking, Evelyn."

"Aw, thank you Sammy boy." I blushed, looking deep into his mesmerising eyes, sending me into a trance of memories with him, "Sam. Why are we here?"

"Dunna." he beamed, "I should really be on vocal rest but I need to do something with you first."

"No, Sam." I firmly replied, his eyebrows furrowing at my response, "You should be on vocal rest. The other day you said that it was me putting your career in danger, but now it's you, babe." my right hand lay softly on his chest, "Plus, I look disgraceful." I stood back to reveal my messy bun, crocs and socks, basketball shorts and a vest.

"Evie, please." he pleaded, holding my upper arms, eyes trailing my questionable outfit.

"I'm already in Owain's bad books so far, Sam. I don't want to be in deeper shit with him, hinny." I explained.

"When did you get so boring?" he muttered.

"That's just- That's bullshit, Sam. I don't want to argue with you, but you said it the other day: this is your job, not a break." I responded, "Please, let's just go back, otherwise Owain will have both of us."

"Sorry, Eves." he sighed on the way back, "I wanted to do something special for you, I feel like I've left you to one side."

"Don't be daft man. We've been on plenty dates and made a shit ton of mint memories." I shrugged, "Just being with you is special, Sam."

He smiled and nodded, "What did I do to deserve you?"

"We're not exclusive yet, you fool." I teased, making him pick me up bridal style, my arms instinctively wrapping around his neck as a safety blanket.