will we talk? {sam fender}

102

"goodnight wembley!" i shout into the mic before running off stage and being guided back to my dressing room.

all i can think about is sam and our situation. the conversation we are about to have is going to be a lot and it's difficult to prepare yourself for that while also singing to 90,000 people.

we finally reach my dressing room and everyone congratulates me and cheers me but all i can do is sit in the seat in a haze.

"lacy you alright?" my manager asks me with a smile, i look up and nod. i can't tell her yet, not when me and sam don't even know what is going on.

"do you know where sam is?" i ask her quietly, she gives me a curious look before shaking her head

"he'll be here soon i'm sure" she smiles, i nod and take deep breath

"we're probably going to go straight back to the hotel tonight...we're tired" i tell her hoping she'll let me go without a fuss.

if this was haley right now she would demand i stay and celebrate with everyone.

on command the door swings open and sam, dean, sophie and florence all walk in, they ignore the people greeting them and come straight for me

"well done lacy you were great" dean is the first person to say something, florence is fast asleep in his arms with ear defenders on.

"thanks" i mumble with as big of a smile as i can physically do right now. sophie is next to say something which she does at the same time as pulling me into a hug.

"we're so proud of you" she whispers "your literally the best performer i've ever seen" she laughs finally pulling out of the hug.

sam sits next to me and wraps his arm around me "d'ya wanna stay?" he asks me, i immediately shake my head

"no i just want to go back to the hotel" i whisper

"ok" he smiles kissing my head. i've never been so thankful for someone. in a situation like this i have no idea what i would have done if he was angry with me

once everyone has left my dressing room and i am changed back into my normal clothes again i let out a tired yawn as we escape wembley and to our driver.

we all pile into the range rover, florence in her car seat and the driver starts to drive back to the hotel.

the pregnancy test is in my back pocket just sat there, i feel sick knowing i have it on me reading positive.

sams hand doesn't leave my thigh the whole car journey but i feel like bursting into tears when we pull up to the hotel and all i can see is thousands of people stood outside the entrance.

there are cameras flashing from every angle.

"fuck" dean mumbles looking through the tinted window "how did they find out your hotel?" he asks

"we've been staying here for five nights now, someone was bound to find it" sam huffs in annoyance "just why now?"

i want to cry as i stare at the security guards trying to keep fans back from our car

"how d'ya wanna do this?" sophie asks me unbuckling her sleeping daughter

"i don't know" i mumble resting my head between my hands "i feel sick" i mumble the nausea taking over my body

my heart races at the feeling, sam rubs my back gently

"is there any other entrances?" dean asks the driver who shakes his head

"no sorry sir" he says

"lac i think you might just have to run past them all" sam sighs, i sit up and lean back in the chair

"i actually think i'm going to throw up guys" i mumble which causes dean to panic

"okay yeah i am not being in a car full of your sick" he says "just sprint to the hotel, we will all surround you so no one can get to you"

"um i have a baby here" sophie chimes in pointing to flo who is waking up from her sleep

"lacy can carry her" dean suggests

sophie passes me florence and we all nod at each other, dean slowly opens the door and talks to a security guard

all i can hear is thousands of people chanting my name and in the moment i should be happy to hear that but i can't be right now.

dean leans back into the car "okay come on" he gestures for me, i get out of the car holding florence and sam and sophie follow behind me.

the screams get even louder as i speed walk to the entrance, all i can see is white flashes from the hundreds of cameras.

i cover florence's eyes to protect them from the flash and dean holds the door open for all of us. once we are finally in the hotel we slam urge the glass doors to shut behind us as fans try to climb into the foyer of the hotel in anyway they can

"jesus" dean sighs taking flo back from me "your fans are insane"

"i hate this" i mumble walking as fast as i can to the empty lift, sam is quick on my feet carrying my bag.

"darlin"

"sam i really just want to go to bed right now, i feel like shit" i sigh with annoyance, he nods and tucks a strand of hair behind my ear

"okay" he whispers