HufflepuffHolland's Writing Collection

Another Day of Sun // Sam Holland

By Hufflepuffholland on Tumblr

Pairing: Sam Holland x Reader
Request: GIRLLLLL all of your imagines are amazing!!!!!! I love them sooo much! But I have an imagine request/idea, but if you can't do it then that's fine :) but anyways the idea is a sam Holland x reader where he basically teaches them how to play piano. (If you couldn't tell, I've fallen in love with kid.) there's literally a vid of him playing "another day of sun" from la la Land on the piano and it makes me sooo happy . So if you could do this it would make me soooo happy :)❤️❤️ 

Requested by: @peachyyvibes

Note: 1. thank you so much :-) and 2. I liked how this came out also it's v fluffy i hope u like it! xoxo

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"You got the invitation."

"You got the right address!"

"You need some medication?"

"The answer's always 'yes'!"

You and Sam danced around your living room as 'Someone in the Crowd' from La La Land played, screaming the lyrics a lot worse than you both usually sang. You jumped on the couch, pointing at your boyfriend. "Someone in the crowd could be the one you need to know-"

"The one to finally lift you off the ground." Sam placed his hands on your waist, lifting you off the couch and spinning you slightly. Your foot knocked against the coffee table, sending the multiple DVD's you two had gotten for today to the ground in a loud crash. Harry came in, shaking his head at you two.

"Complete nut cases, you two are." You laughed as Sam placed you on your feet, keeping his arms around your waist from behind. He pulled you in, your back against his chest.

"You're just jealous that we're better dancers than you." Harry blushed, walking past his brother and punching his shoulder. "Where are you going?" His twin stopped at the door, keys in hand.

"There's this lot down the street, a yard sale kind of. A bunch of old junk people from the neighborhood didn't want, I was just gonna go check out if there was anything good there." Sam nodded at him, glancing at you. "Did you lot want to come?"

"Want to get out for awhile?" You shrugged, smiling at Harry and nodding. You took Sam's hand. He paused the still-playing movie and shut the television off, pulling you along with him to his brother's truck. You both squeezed into the front seat, Sam letting you sit in the middle while he leaned his arm out the open window.

"Uh-uh," Harry said, playfully slapping your hand away, "I pick the music. Only you two listen to musicals for fun." Your jaw dropped in feign offense.

"That's not true!" Harry shrugged, turning on the radio to an overplayed song.

"Fine, I don't listen to musicals for fun." You pouted, turning to look at your boyfriend. He smiled at you, grabbing your chin with his left hand and pulling you in, kissing your pout away. "Ugh," Sam and you pulled away, looking at his older brother. "You guys are so cute, it's disgusting."

"Keep your eyes on the road, then," Sam teased, grabbing your face and pulling you in for another kiss. He smiled against your mouth, pecking you a few times before pulling away.

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"You were right," Sam commented, picking up a theatre mask, "there is a lot of junk here." He placed it over his face, pulling it down again showing you a funny face. He did this a couple of times, making a new face each time. You giggled, changing your face every time he pulled the mask down, too.

"Hey, Sam!" Sam put the mask back on the table, taking your hand in his again and walking toward where his brother had gone off to. "They have a piano," Harry lifted up the keys' cover, letting his fingers run along the keys, "still remember how to play?" Sam scoffed, placing his hands on the keys.

"Like riding a bike – you never forget," he mumbled, letting his fingers play the familiar 'City of Stars' tune.

"On a La La Land kick, I assume?" He smiled at his brother's question, looking back to look at you.

"It's my favorite," he winked at you. You smiled back at him – La La Land was the first movie you two had watched together, on your second date. On your first, you had mentioned your love for musicals, which led to you and Sam telling each other your favorite songs from certain soundtracks.

You listened to the tune, humming along to the song. You walked up to him, watching his fingers effortlessly glide over the keys. The last time Sam had played the piano was almost three years ago, he had told you this on your fourth date. The way it looked so easy, so natural, to him almost made you jealous. You had loved the piano since you were small, wanting to learn how to play but never being able to afford lessons and always being intimidated.

You smiled when you heard the tune for Another Day of Sun play, Sam knowing it was your favorite scene in the movie – even if it was only the opening credits. You pulled out your phone, capturing how at peace Sam looked while playing, his smile wide as he looked at you.

"Wanna give it a go?" You put your phone away, shyly shaking your head. "Why not?" His fingers stopped, his eyebrows pulling in as he looked at you in confusion. "It's not as hard as it looks." You smiled sadly at him, shaking your head again.

"I won't be good."

"Hey," he walked up to you, grabbing your hand, "you're good at everything." He smiled at you, bringing your hand up to kiss the back of it. He pulled you toward the piano, standing behind you as he took both your hands in each of his. "Ready?" He whispered in your ear, causing you to shrug slightly. "Just follow my lead."

He strategically placed your fingers on certain keys, adding pressure to different fingers at different times to create a rhythmic sound. He moved them again, in different positions, and repeated his actions. He did this again and again, slowly having you remember the different hand positions and keys. He picked up the speed each time he repeated his steps from the beginning.

"You're doing great, baby," he whispered, "listen." You listened intently at the sounds the keys made – in all honesty, you were too distracted by Sam's breath in your ear and on your neck, too preoccupied with his body pressed against you, to listen to the song that he was teaching you. You remembered the positions and timing, knowing what to play and when to play it, you just hadn't realized what song it was. "Okay, ready?" You nodded.

He let you move your fingers along the keys yourself, you finally listening to what Sam had been teaching you – it was Another Day of Sun. You smiled, listening as your fingers played the beginning notes. You heard Sam silently singing the words behind you, realizing that you were playing the chorus.

"Sam!" You smiled, turning around and throwing your arms around his neck. "I did it! I played the song!" He laughed in your ear, lifting you up and spinning you around.

"You did it, you did it! I knew you could." He placed you down, keeping his arms around your waist as he pulled away slightly. "I knew you'd be good at it."

"Well, I had a good teacher," you smiled, pulling him in to kiss you. His hands tightened around your waist, pulling you flush against him again. Your hands cupped his face, tilting his head slightly for a better angle – you both completely forgetting you were in public. Sam had backed you up, accidentally sitting you on the piano. You both pulled away, hearing the disastrous sound your butt made from sitting on the keys. You both laughed at each other, Sam helping you down.

"You guys are gross," you looked at Harry, smiling at him as you took Sam's hand and pulled him back toward the truck, his hand squeezing yours slightly, his hand in yours keeping the wide smile on your face the whole ride home.