will we talk? {sam fender}

16

lacy

i walk into the studio and all the boys start cheering, i feel myself going bright red. only person who didn't react was sam.

"oh you can tell she had sex" tom laughs at me nudging joe

"please shut the fuck up, i'm begging you" i laugh embarrassed, i want to kill myself.

"aye she's got that orgasm glow" dean laughs at me making me bury my face in my hands, i go over and sit on the sofa next to sam. he doesn't even look at me.

"hey" i smile, his eyes keep staring at the ground.

"hi" he mumbles

"you ok?" i ask him, he nods in silence, someone is in a strop.

we start to work on the song while ordering some food in, we settled on mcdonald's. the song is really coming together. we are down to the last finishing touches and i couldn't be more happy.

drew starts to play with a triangle on the floor hitting it in time with the song.

"shit drew do that again" dean gasps playing my verse of the song, drew plays the triangle in time and it sounds perfect.

"go record that right now, we need that in there" i say pointing to the booth, drew gets up and gets inside the booth putting the headphones on.

he records the triangle and it's sounds great.

"guys i think we're done" dean announces as he adds some final reverb to sams last line.

"ahhh play it! play it!" i yell excitedly, i sit up on the sofa so i'm closer to sam, he has had no emotion this whole time. i have no idea why.

"i'm going for a fag" sam announces getting up. i frown at him.

"do you not want to hear the song"

"i'll hear it whenever"

he leaves the room and i give a questioning look to dean.

"what's wrong with him?" i question, dean huffs, the rest of the boys are just as confused as me.

"he's in a strop you went off last night, he doesn't think it's a great idea for you to be doing that here. he was shit worried this morning when you weren't replying to him" dean tells me.

i huff "why is he being so protective of me"

"i don't know, i've never seen him like it" dean sighs looking at me.

i get up and head for the door

"what are you doing" joe questions me from the arm chair

"i'm going to go talk to him, he needs to see and understand that i am not a child and i can do what i want" i huff walking out the front of the building.

sam is leant on the wall with the cigarette in his mouth, he looks exhausted, bags under his eyes and his hair a mess.

"what's going on?" i ask him walking over to him. he takes a step back from me exhaling the smoke towards the floor.

"nowt"

"don't lie to me, you've been in a strop all morning and i have a feeling it has something to do with me and harry last night"

"ah so that's his name. harry" he spits, why is he getting so angry.

"sam why are you so mad, you took me to a pub where people meet each other! yeah okay it could have been dangerous because i didn't know him but sometimes you have to take your chances because turns out he was actually lovely, and not that it is any of your business but i have not talked to a boy in two years! do you know what that does to someone's self esteem? i felt ugly, unloveable, annoying before last night. i thought no one wanted me!"

he stares at me, more like he stares at the tears rolling down my cheeks. i've never opened up to anyone about that before. well it's more like i've never had someone to open up to before.

"have you not seen your instagram comments? there are so many people drooling over you, and your quite clearly not ugly or unlovable lacy! you just scared me that's all" he says

"and i'm sorry, i didn't think you would care this much"

"please just promise to tell me next time you go off with someone" he begs me stepping closer to me.

"please don't cry lac" he says putting both his hands on my cheeks to wipe the tears off. what the fuck is happening right now.

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sam

what the fuck is happening right now, it's like i can't control my hands. but being able to touch lacy feels too good to stop.

i just want to hug her, stop the tears falling from her eyes.

"lacy i'm sorry" i whisper, taking my hands off her cheeks. she looks up at me, her brown eyes no longer glistening with wetness.

"sam it wasn't just a one night stand, i got his number, we had breakfast together this morning, then we drove around listening to music and laughing. i think i'm going to be up here more then i thought" she tells me.

and in that moment i feel my heart break. and i have no idea why.