will we talk? {sam fender}

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lacy this is going to sound rlly fucking weird but i'm trusting you here

lewis oh god

lacy can i get a train to you rn and stay with you for two days
lacy just until i go on tour

lewis if you're running from the police istg

lacy no i'm not running from the police. what??  😭😭

lewis ok?? then what??? are you pregnant

lacy HAH NO

lewis so why do you need to escape to me
lewis oh god you and sam didn't elope in secret and now your a runaway bride??

lacy ffs im second guessing whether i want to stay with your annoying face now

lewis says you

lacy whatever, me and sam got into an argument and then i couldn't control my body it just started running away from him and now
im lost but i think i can navigate my way to the train station

lewis or you could just go home???
lewis also how do you do that thing where you can't control your body and just start running
lewis i need to get a summer body

lacy summer bodies are made in the winter you'll have to wait till next summer now

lewis did you just call me fat?

lacy suck your mum

lewis HELLO??

lacy whatever, can i stay???

lewis yh ig but i also have niall staying with me atm. his house is getting renovated in London so i'm currently making sure he isn't homeless

lacy how sweet of you

lewis i know i'm a sweet pretty princess fairy

lacy um

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the train ride to lewis takes 2 hours, but it's worth it to get away from them. they'll never think i've left the whole country. even if it's only two hours away

"is this a cup of tea talk of a tequila talk?" lewis asks as we're stood in the kitchen of his rather large mansion. after all he is lewis capaldi

"oh definitely tequila, hmm or actually do you have any wine?"

"right let's not go that far lacy, this isn't a girl gossip this is a tell my why the fuck you've ran away from everyone to live with me for two days before fucking off to tour europe"

i take the bottle of tequila that lewis is holding out for me and walk to the sofa, there's a cat lounged on it

"i didn't know you had a cat" i smile stroking its fur softly

"yeah i stole it" he says seriously,  joining me on the sofa, i don't even question his words. that's such a lewis thing to say...that's such a lewis thing to do. i want to steal a cat.

"right get on with your story before the irish one comes home"

i sigh "it basically started when sams best friend told me he thought sam was suicidal before i turned up"

lewis' eyes widen "god get right into it then"

"you can't tell anyone this by the way lewis, like if you tell anyone this story or that i told you, i will murder you in your sleep" i threaten dragging a hand across my throat

"anyway, after that conversation his mum said the same thing to me and then their words started to haunt me. like they actually followed me around. like it was now my responsibility to make sure sam doesn't go and kill himself. so then i started to get these nightmares where sam was hurting himself until he did eventually kill himself, i would wake up screaming and crying and obviously sam was concerned but i couldn't tell him about the dreams"

lewis nods along taking gulps of the tequila, clearly the scottish know how to drink.

"i finally told him tonight, and he suggested therapy. how fucking ridiculous is that? therapy like i'm some psycho bitch, i don't need to go to therapy" i say coming to the end of the story

lewis sits there looking at me bored "is that it? you've ran away because sam told you to go to therapy"

"well when you put it like that-"

"god if it wasn't 2 in the morning right now i would be sending you straight back down to shields, you silly cow" he says "they probably have a whole search party out for you"

"well now i feel stupid" i mumble taking the bottle of tequila back from lewis

"yeah coz you are being stupid, call him right now and tell him your sorry and you'll go to therapy" lewis says pointing to my phone which still hasn't stopped buzzing with messages from everyone concerned. even the others have joined in now, joe, tom, drew, ruby, daisy

"i'm not going to therapy, therapy is for people who have had traumas happen to them and shit like that"

"i go to therapy, yet i've never had a trauma happen to me" lewis tells me causing my jaw to drop

"you go to therapy?"

"well yeah, it was the first thing my manager told me to do after somebody you loved went to number 1, therapy isn't for people with trauma. therapy is for anyone and everyone lacy, including you. it's not easy becoming famous overnight and trust me i know that first hand"

"but i'll look stupid, how am i meant to open up to someone so easily" i groan gulping more of the tequila, i can feel it burning in my chest.

"it's like they are your friends, but on a professional level. they aren't judging you they are just helping you to live your life in the healthiest way possible. and from your songs i can tell a lot more has happened to you then what your telling me"

"wow that's so kind of you to admit you listen to my music" i smile sarcastically

"obviously. have to see what is going to lose album of the year against me at the brit awards and the grammys next year"

"hmm we'll see about that" i smirk.