Imagines By Hufflepuffholland

First Kiss

Pairing: Sam Holland x Reader

Summary: Sam and his best friend share something a little more intimate after waking up from their usual movie night.

*Note: I made this bc Alyssa ( ) loves Sam so much and I love her so there you go! My requests are also open, but only for Harrison, Harry, Sam, Zendaya and/Laura right now :) No Tom requests yet (I want to explore a little more)!

"I hate these kind of fucking movies," you groaned, peaking out of the gap of your fingers as they covered your face. "Ew, oh my, god!" You squealed, your fingers coming back together to shield your eyes. You kept one hand over your eyes, using the other one to shove the body next to you away as you heard a laugh erupt from next to you. "It's not funny, asshole."

"I think it's kind of hilarious," Sam snickered, grabbing the hand that was continuously punching his left arm. "Stop being mean to me and watch the movie! You're missing the best part, loser." You heard a shrilling scream from one of the main characters and you immediately shimmied yourself closer toward him.

"You suck so much for this," you complained. You and Sam had this tradition of hiding yourselves away from his older brothers and their best friend while on tour, sneaking in a little best friend time for you two. This time, it was Sam's turn to pick a movie out – and he had decided to test your theory of being 'the toughest' between the two of you. To say you lost was an understatement.

You shook your head, your hands falling from your face, resting your head in his lap, your face turning to rest against his stomach. Sam's hand instinctively went to brush through your hair, causing your eyes to droop slightly.

"You gonna leave me to watch this by myself?" You hummed, a small smirk on your face. He looked down at you, smiling as your eyes remind shut. "Hey," he whispered, his hand went down to your cheek, his finger poking you lightly. "What if I get scared?" You laughed lightly.

"Serves you right, for picking this movie." He laughed along with you, letting his hand go back to brushing through your hair. His focus no longer was on the gore in front of him on the movie screen, his eyes outlined the curves of your cheeks, keeping your mouth parted slightly. He felt how hot your breath felt, even through the fabric of his t-shirt.

"You're so pretty when you're asleep," he whispered, only letting it slip past his lips when he felt your breathing get heavier. He let his free hand lift the pillows next to him, searching for the remote. When he found it, he switched out of the horror movie, looking down again just to double check that you had in fact fallen asleep. He opted out for a classic – one of his favorites. It was actually the movie he wanted to watch, but wouldn't admit to you, especially when you were both trying to prove your braveness.

The Emperor's New Groove played silently in the background, Sam settling further back into the couch as he began to recite some of the lines and he made sure to keep his laughter down. He didn't want to wake you up – partly because he enjoyed watching you sleep, but he also didn't want to expose himself.

But, unknowing to him, you were just resting your eyes. You listened carefully, trying not to smile too big as you heard him quietly laugh and softly recite Kuzco's lines. The last thing you heard was Sam's laugh as he shifted you, laying next to you on the small recliner.

You woke up to a stiff neck and a sore back, but you also felt an arm tighten around you and felt soft breaths against the back of your neck. You smiled bringing your hand up to intertwine your fingers with Sam's – something that was seen as normal between you two.

"You up?" You nodded against the arm rest, turning around to face Sam and scooting closer to him. His eyes were closed, so you hummed out a small yes in case he missed your unspoken answer. The right corner of his lips lifted, his eyes still closed. Your eyes moved across his face, beginning to count his freckles – they were so defined and you wanted to connect all of them. You couldn't help yourself as you moved yourself closer, kissing his cheek softly. This caused Sam to open his eyes suddenly, his eyes widening a little bit from your action. You had kissed him on the cheek before (and vice-versa), but this seemed different – softer, intimate. He smiled at you, leaning in to rest his forehead against yours.

"Sam?" He mumbled a soft 'yes?', keeping his eyes on you. "Can I kiss you?" He leaned back from you a little, his arm circling around you completely. His face was serious as he nodded, his eyes fluttering closed as you leaned in. Your lips met his softly, both of you barely even registering that you two were kissing. You pulled away all too soon, smiling widely as your eyes opened, seeing Sam's still closed. You pecked him once more, taking him by surprise, and sat up. "I'm – uh, gonna go freshen up." He opened his eyes, blinking rapidly a few times before nodding, saying he'd go do the same and that he'd meet you in the living room.

After you had washed your face, brushed your teeth and gave yourself a moment to bask in the fact that you'd just kissed your best friend, you headed out. You went out into the living room to see Tom, Harry and Harrison all sprawled out on the couches and seats, playing a video game. They gave you a quiet greeting as you settled next to Harry, which you returned. Not a minute later, Sam came out, picking up an apple from the kitchen before making his way to the couch.

"Hey, mate." He nodded at his brother who was sat on the chair closest to him. He made his way to the couch, smiling at you.

"Hi," he said, settling down next to you and wrapping an arm around your shoulders. You smiled back at him.

"Hi," you whispered, surprised as his finger hooked under your chin, tilting your head up to kiss you again – this time it was firm, he wasn't hesitant or shy. He pulled away, letting out a sigh of content before opening his eyes to look at you, the same wide smile still on his face. The other boys in the room all looked at each other in shock, letting what just happened settle in. And then Tom broke the silence.

"You lot fucking owe me thirty bucks."