Omaha Boys Imagines

Smoke - S.Wilkinson♡

Your POV

I pottered into a few shops on my way to Sammy's recording studio. I saw a pair of matching Christmas pyjamas for him and her.

I laughed and carried on walking. I stepped into the reception, walking to the women working there.

"I'm here for Sammy Wilkinson?" I asked as she searched for the room.

"12B" She moodily stated.

I thanked her and walked over to the room they were rarely in. I smelt the smell I always used to smell before Sammy promised me he'd stop doing for a while.

I stepped in to see Sammy rolling another joint with Nate smoking one and the Jacks sat awkwardly.

"What the hell?" I shouted over the loud music.

Sammy looked at me with worried eyes before shaking his head. His red eyes staring at me as he stood up walking towards me.

I turned on my heels walking out the room. I can't believe he's just going to break a promise like that.

"Y/N!! Wait!!" He called after me.

"You promised Sammy." I looked up at him with disappointment as I turned around, him stopping right in front of me.

He looked me in the eye, before looking down at the marble floor. He started mumbling things to me I didn't hear.

"I can't hear you. I shouldn't of come, go carry on smoking pot. The promise doesn't matter to you so forget it." I spoke, venom laced in my words.

"N-no baby they matter- just Nate. He said one wouldn't hurt and said he'd only let me have a bit but he got high and offered me more. I felt calmer. Y/N I've been so stressed I just wanted something to make it stop for a while."

I scoffed. "Could've spoke to me about it."

He went to grab my waist and I stepped back. He sighed and looked up at me sadly.

"I only smoked one Y/N. Please forgive me. I know how much the promise meant to you."

"It's not about to the promise! It's the fact you turned to smoking before you decide to talk to me about it. Carry on smoking and don't tell me anything if that's how your happy."

"I'm happy with you. I don't need weed to make me happy Lil Mama I need you to make me happy. Damn, I'd give up anything for you." He grabbed my waist as I looked up into his eyes and he looked into mine.

He leaned in and softly placed his lips on mine. I kissed back softly, passion filling my body along with fireworks and electricity.

He pulled away. "You got me giving up the smoke. Damn, what are you doing to me?" He playfully groaned smiling.

"It's what your doing to me I need to worry about, Sammy boy." I playfully poked his cheek as he lead me back to the studio.