Cut! Time! ( Holland Fanfic )

Part 17

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"I wish you could stay." You say to Sam, who's hugging you tight at an airport.

"Me too darling, but I've already missed two days of school. I have to go back." Sam says, burying his face in your hair.

You guys don't say anything for a minute. You both just stand there, hugging each other in an airport.

Sam let's his grip loose and steps out of the hug. He places a kiss on your forehead and sighs.

"I love you (y/n)." He says.

"I love you too."

Sam kisses you one final time before stepping into line for security. You stood there, waiting for him to go though. Once he did, he waved to you and went to his gate. You stood there for a moment before leaving to go back home, not knowing how long it will be before you see Sam again.

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"I don't get why you haven't arrested her yet!" You scream to a police officer.

It's been a few days since Sam left, and your dads case took a Jurassic change. They found blood and DNA evidence at your old apartment showing that Hannah was there. But they weren't doing anything.

"We need to make sure that is was here before we do anything Ms (l/n)." The officer says.

"Make sure? How about that you have hard proof that she was there. You have DNA evidence! You also have me being hospitalized twice! Once for an attack and once for being poisoned. Both times Hannah was there!" You scream and tears flow down your cheeks.

"She has an alibi-" The officer starts to say.

"No she doesn't! Have you dumb asses listened to Jon and I?? We've told you she didn't work on set!" You cut them off.

They don't say anything. They just look down and sigh, like they are thinking of what to say.

"When do you go to set for filming?" They ask.

"Next week." You say, standing up straighter and whipping some tears away.

"Okay. We will go over the evidence and see what we can find before next week." They officer says.

You nod, and blink more years away. "Thank you."

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It's the day before you're supposed to leave for Atlanta. You left your friend Abby in charge of your apartment while your gone, since Hannah is a suspect. And you still haven't gotten a call from the police.

"Tom, what time is it?" You ask and look at your computer screen. You and Tom have been face timing for a bit now.

"That doesn't matter. I just want to talk to you." He says and places his hands on his desk through the screen.

You chuckle and go back to packing. "So, where's Sam?" You ask.

Tom laughs, like he guessed you would say that. "He's out for the night. Studying with friends." Tom says. He hesitates before he starts talking again. "You know he really misses you."