High on Hope✨ {Hayes Grier} (a.u)

//chapter four\\

"don't waste your time on me, you're already the voice inside my head"

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four weeks. four weeks had gone by and Hayes had yet to see his beloved princess. He was worried by the second week she didn't show at school. he started having small panic attacks every now and again.

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four weeks, and all Sam had done was drink and cry. but surprisingly, Sammy wasn't in the mood to drink today. she also ate very little; she only ate when Kai and Blaire made her.

she was doing online school, she and her father decided it would probably be best. because Sam had gotten depressed, and with her depression, anxiety set in.

"Sam! Sammy? are you here?" a voice yelled through the house, she immediately identified it as Hayes. she groaned as her bedroom door opened. Hayes sighed, feeling relieved that she was there. He looked at her room examining everything, feeling nostalgia, badly.

"what are you doing here, Hayes?" she spoke, her voice so soft and sad.

"I was worried, Kai or Blaire wouldn't tell me where you were, I needed to see you," he admitted shyly, shrugging his shoulders.

"oh," Sam said, feeling sad; more sad than usual even though Hayes was standing in front of her. "well I'm fine."

"no, you're not," he said. "it's not good to lie, Sam."

"I'm not lying," she denied.

"if you're not lying, then why does your room smell like booze? and why is there two empty bottles of alcohol right here?" Hayes pushed.

"well, I had a party," she said.

"uh huh," he said. "who was at this party?"

"me, myself, and I--oh, and don't forget, my sad excuse of no one else, god damn Hayes. I'm not fine. I haven't been fine! who would be? I thought you loved me, Hayes, I thought we were gonna be that couple that made it through high school together and marry each other and die together, but clearly I was fucking wrong," she said, letting the tears fall freely, she was now stood in front of Hayes, hitting his chest.

"I'm not alright either, Sammy," Hayes said, grabbing both of Sam's wrists and holding them to his heart. "my heart aches for you. I long for your touch. I need to taste your lips again, to give me serenity. god, Sam. you really, honestly don't understand how much I need you."

"if you need me so much, why did you leave?" she whispered.

"because I was stupid. I am stupid. god, I'm an idiot," he said, kissing her hand.

"you do know that you broke up with me a week shy of two years? two fucking years and you threw that down the hole for-for-for idiocy?" she said, trying to hit him more.

"I know, and god that was a dick move, I get that now, I'm sorry, I'm so so so fucking sorry, babe. I didn't mean to put you through this hell," he said. "give me another chance?"

"no," she said.

"please, I'm nothing without you, Sam," he said, bending down so he was eye level with her. "just once, to prove that I love you."

"no, you hurt me once, what's stopping you from hurting me again?" Sam said.

"I love you," Hayes said.

"no," Sam shook her head. "you love the thought if me, Hayes."

"no, I-I-I fucking love you," Hayes said.