Sam Fender Imagines

for as long as I can remember

Sam and the boys had been on tour in America for two weeks now. It was so nice to be able to watch Sam and his best friends perform each night. However, for the past three days, Sam's attitude towards me has changed. He's been very secretive with me, won't talk with me for a long amount of time and he doesn't seem to be sleeping well.

The boys are the same. I tried to talk to Dean about Sam but he said we would talk later as he was busy. We didn't talk later. We didn't talk at all.

It all felt strange to me. Almost as if something had happened that I didn't know about. As we all sat in the lounge of the rented apartment making small talk, a thought came to me. What if Sam had found someone else? I had only been in America for a week, he's had plenty of time to do something. Would he?

Tom was quietly plucking away at his bass in the corner of the room. Now is my chance. I left my space next to Joe and walked over to him. I smiled, sitting next to him. Tom looked up at me, stopping the tune he was playing, "You alright?" He asked, turning to look at me properly. I shook my head, looking over at Sam laughing with the rest of his friends. "Not really, Sam's being really weird with me, as if I've done something wrong", it came out as more of a question than a statement. Tom placed his bass down, taking my smaller hand in his.

"I can promise you now, you haven't done anything wrong. He's really glad you've joined the tour with us, he couldn't stop talking about you whilst you were back in the UK." I sighed, biting my lip. "I'm not imagining it Tom, somethings off." Tom squeezed my hand. "Don't worry, everything will be fine." He reassured me before picking up his bass, continuing his tune from earlier.

I looked over at Sam who smiled at me sweetly, gathered his things he gestured for me to come over. I thanked Tom for the chat and walked towards Sam. "Ready for bed?" He asked. I nodded my head, taking his outstretched hand as we headed up to our room.

Sam opened the door to our room, heading into the bathroom to brush his teeth as I got changed into one of Sam's t-shirts. I settled into bed, thinking about what Tom said to me earlier - 'you haven't done anything wrong', had Sam?

My thoughts were cut short as Sam jumped into bed beside me, pulling me into him for a cuddle. I pushed him away, sitting up. He looked at me with a confused expression, "have I done something wrong?" He asked. I bit my lip, thinking of how to say what I wanted. "I don't know Sam, have you? You've been so off with me for the past couple of days. It's like you don't even want me here." I stated as I watched his face fall.

Sam stuttered at my statement. Here comes the confession. "I'm sorry, it's just with everything going on at the minute I've got a lot on my plate. I've got a special date for us tomorrow though." He said, grabbing my hand, pulling me into him. How could I be so stupid? Of course he was stressed. He has so much going on and all I care about is how he is with me. So stupid!

I buried my face into his bare chest as he played with my hair. "I love you, don't forget it" he whispered. I drifted off to sleep as Sam starting to quietly sing 'dancing in the dark'.

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I awoke to Sam nudging me, "wake up babe, we've got somewhere to be" he said excitedly. I rolled over, looking into his blue eyes. I could stare at them for hours. Sam pulled the duvet off my body, exposing me to the cold air. I got up quickly glaring at him, heading to my suitcase to pick out a nice outfit for the day.

Sam was rushing around more than usual. Once I was ready I sat on the bed watching him. He was pacing. The last time I saw him pacing the room, it was before his first gig at Low Lights. He stopped, looking at me. "Right, you're ready, I'm ready. We should go." He was being weird. I've never seen him this bad.

We exited our room and headed outside. "I just need to get us to the place we need to be and then we can do the thing we need to do" he mumbled to himself. Tom was definitely lying when he said Sam wasn't off.

I decided not to mention anything to Sam, it'd be better if I waited until later at least. We caught a cab and Sam handed the driver a piece of paper with the address on. He grabbed my hand, his palms were sweaty.

The vehicle stopped and Sam paid the driver as we exited the cab. He took my hand, leading me to a blanket laid on the ground with fairy lights decorating the edge. I blushed. This is what he's been stressed out about.

"Sam, this is beautiful" I exclaimed. He pulled out his phone, taking a video. "This is it" he said, panning the camera from the blanket to me. I grinned at his phone. "There's something I need to say" Sam trailed off. My heart stopped. Did he do all of this to make up for something I don't know about.

I turned to face him. "For as long as I can remember, you have been my best friend. The person I can't wait to see everyday and the one I want to spend my life with. We've had some highs and we've had some lows but you've stuck with me through it all. So," he stopped, getting down onto one knee and producing a small blue box from his pocket. He opened it, showing off a silver ring. "Will you do me the honour of marrying me?"

My hands flew to my mouth, eyes watering. "Of course I will!" I screamed. He slid the ring onto my finger before engulfing me in a hug. He pulled back, looking into my eyes. "This is what I've been stressed about" he whispered, softly kissing my lips. "I love you Sam" I said, he grinned, pulling me in for a longer kiss.

This is what he had been stressed about.