Part // XV

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Claire's POV

We were all back in the hotel room getting the boys' suitcases together. We only had two hours until we were meeting Scott and the Digitour crew back at Bogart's, where the concert was held.

I don't want Sam to leave. What if he forgets about me? Or even meets cuter girls?

Who are you kidding, Claire... He's Sam Wilkinson... He can get any girl he wanted...

I shouldn't be so scared to lose someone who isn't even mine. I could be just another one of the girls he plays.

I sat down on the corner of the bed, looking out of the hotel window. We had a beautiful view of the Ohio River but not even that could make me feel better.

"Claire," Sam's voice broke my thoughts. He took his finger and put it under my chin, moving my head to connect our eyes. I must've let a few tears slip because he was wiping my cheeks while smiling at me.

"Baby, it's going to be alright. I promise there's nobody I want more than you. I know it's so early for that, but you make me feel like I'm who I'm supposed to be. With you, I feel like I belong; like I have a purpose. I've never been this happy. I promise I'll call you every single night, whether I'm backstage, or it's after the show and I have to leave you voicemails because you fell asleep, I don't care. I'll do anything to be able to be with you once tour ends next month. I want to give it a shot..."

I looked in his eyes and could see the truth behind his words floating in the rings of his beautiful brown eyes, "I do, too... More than anything."

He kissed me and handed me a shirt and sweatshirt he had in his suitcase along with the shirt I slept in last night, "For when you miss me. I want you to keep these and wear them whenever you want."

I hugged him tighter than I meant to, wrapping my legs around his waist.

"Let me spray them down in cologne to make sure it'll last the month. Sound good?"

I nodded and he kissed my cheek.

I helped him finish packing as we got everything we had and checked out of the hotel.

Only forty more minutes with the love of my life.

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