Stay || Sam Holland

11

It was early in the morning, the sky was grey, air breezy, birds chirping. An unusual morning for a wonderful summer I was having. Today was the day I had to go back home, and I wasn't one bit excited. I spent the night in the guest room, mostly packing, but I luckily got some sleep.

In an hour or two, I had to drive to the airport.

I was busy finishing packing, putting all my morning stuff, and my pyjamas into the suitcase. The sweet, enriched smell of coffee entered the room, making me crave the bittersweet morning drink. Throwing my last item in, I closed the suitcase, and stood it up. 

I left my room, curiosity beating the debate inside my head whether I should go check who's making the coffee.

Sam.

"Good morning darling." Sam's hair was messy above his forehead, he wore a white shirt over black sweatpants, some braided bracelets adorned his arms.

"Good morning Sam." I approached the counter, as I watched him pour the kettle of coffee onto a cup.

"Coffee?" he opened the cabinet, not taking anything out until I responded.

"Yes please." I nodded, happy to receive a fresh cup in the morning.

I took it from his hands, our fingers softly brushing. The cup was warm, and warm aroma brushed against my skin. I inhaled the comforting scent, before taking a small sip.

"So you're leaving today.." Sam leaned on the counter, breaking the short silence between us. I nodded sadly, and the boy wrapped his arms around me.

"Yeah," I sighed sadly at the thought. Sam and I recently got together, and now it felt like we were going to break up. In fact, I'm not even sure where this is going to go; a long distance relationship. I had never done one before, all of my exes went to the same school as me, but the feelings I had for Sam encouraged me to try. 

Fortunately, I didn't live too far away. My parents moved to Paris, they believed it was a good place for me to pursue in the arts; they were right. But there weren't many chances Sam had to go to Paris. It's not a place where Tom has had to film or a premier involving him had been hosted. 

Sam set a plate of food in front of me, a typical English breakfast, consisting of baked beans, eggs, bread and sausages.

"Have some breakfast," he smiled, sitting beside me with his own serving in his hand, "I made it myself." 

"Thank you," I grinned at the appetising meal. It smelled great, nothing was too burnt, and he had a lucky guess on the way I like my eggs cooked; sunny side up. I took a fork, and shyly picked at my food, slowly taking my time, thought I wasn't supposed to. 

I didn't want to look so messy while eating, I wasn't ready to show the way I ate. Waiting for him to finish, I finished too, and he took my plate for him. I mouthed him a 'thank you', in which he only shot a smile in return.

"So, are you ready to go to the airport?" Sam asked as he set the plates in the sink.

"Yes. Are you going to take me to the airport?" I asked.

"Yeah, just me. If Tom came paparazzis would mob us." Sam shrugged with a small frown on his face. 

"I was asking because I thought I'd have to take a cab." I awkwardly chuckled.

"Oh," Sam laughed at himself, covering half his face in shame. 

"I'll go grab my things." I rose from my chair, and went to the guest bedroom I spent the night in. I did the bed, and did as I said. I swung my backpack over my shoulder, and dragged my suitcase out to the main entrance.

Sam opened the door, and as we got to his car, he offered to put my luggage in his trunk. 

"Thank you, Sam." I smiled, and he unlocked the rest of the car, in which I went in the passenger seat, and him in the drivers seat.

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The drive wasn't too long; half an hour, or forty five minutes. We spent that time getting to know each other, and when we arrived to the airport, it was finally time to say goodbye. The boy got out the suitcase for me, and I thanked him for what seemed like the millionth time.

"I guess we'll see each other... when we can." Sam shrugged sadly, looking down at his feet.

"Hey," I lifted his chin up, "we don't live so far away from each other. There are chances we could see each other again soon. We can make this work." 

A small smile spread on the boy's lips.

"I wish you a safe flight, then." Sam grinned, and leaned in to peck my lips. He slowly pulled away, and I pulled him in for a hug.

"I'll miss you." I sighed, face resting on his shoulder.

"I'll miss you too." Sam responded, wrapping his arms around my waist.

"You have to go now." he whispered, in which I felt tears stinging my eyes.

"Text me when you get home." 

"I will. Will you call me then?" 

"Yes." he kissed my lips one more time, and gently waved as he watched me disappear into the airport.

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