Sam Fender Imagines

midnight

Sam and I decided that we would have one final date before he went on tour. He text me to meet him at Low Lights for 8pm. I arrived early, as usual. My Dad always told me, it's better to be 5 minutes early instead of 1 minute late and I truly lived by his words.

As the minutes passed I checked my phone to see that it was already 8:45pm. He was late. Again.  I honestly thought he'd be on time for this one, but deep down I knew the real Sam. Where was he?

I rolled my eyes, placing my phone back down on the bar, ordering myself a drink. Shall I text him? What if he's busy? What if he's forgotten about me?

Sighing, I took my phone and text Sam 'I'm at the bar, where are you? Xx'. At least now he couldn't say he'd forgotten. Recently, it felt as if we had drifted. Sam was always working late and not always coming home.

Minutes turned into hours as I ordered yet another drink. What is he playing at? I text him again, asking where he was.

The bartender made his way to me, placing my beverage in front of me.

"I don't think he's coming love," he said, a sad smile on his lips. I nodded. What else could I do? After checking my phone again, it finally clicked. It was midnight. He wasn't coming. He obviously had something else to do.

As I gathered my things together and paid my bill, Sam came through the door. I turned to face him. Unbelievable. He cut me off as I opened my mouth to talk.

"One beer please mate," he said smiling. Leaning forward he kissed my cheek and that's when it hit me. Again? He wouldn't. Or would he?

"It's midnight! Where the hell were you?" I asked, raising my voice. Sam took a sip of his beer before he replied.

"Lost track of time." He stated, taking another sip.

I shook my head, "you didn't call, you didn't text. Nothing." He sighed, placing his beer down thinking of what to say. "Where were you?" I asked, already knowing the answer.

" I was working with Dean." Liar. It was so obvious.

I shook my head laughing, "I gave you a chance and you've lost it Sam. You've ruined it." Getting up to leave, he grabbed my arm.

"What do you mean? I haven't done anything!" He said, raising his voice . I laughed, taking my thumb to get rid of the evidence on his face.

"Next time, remember to get rid of the lipstick mark."