My Crazy Addiction (Sam Wilkinson Fanfic)

20% In Love With Him ♡

*Sammy's voice* "I love you a lot. I don't ever want to lose you either. I'm never going to lose you. I'm always going to be yours."

I suddenly woke up from my dream. I sat up on my bed straight. My head hurted really bad. You can say I'm pretty much hungover. I really wanted to forget about Sam. He was just a boy I met at a party. But something just made him latch on to me. I felt like we had a connection. He said he would text me last night. He's probably sleeping. It's only 9:27 am. *sighs*

I looked over at Sarah. She was holding her head and touching her nose. She got up and walked to the mirror and her eyes widened and she screamed. "WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED TO MY FACE OH MY GOD!! Hannah!!" I walked over to her and sat her down and told her about the party. She still looked drugged up. She looked worse than last night.

*1 hour later* I went out on the porch and lit up my cigarette. I sat there thinking. So many thoughts were rushing to the top of my head, leaving me speechless. When I finished a cigarette, I lit up another one. I usually smoke around 12 a day.

One of the other girls I live with came outside and sat next to me. Her name is Alex "Hey Han. What's up with what's her face?" We went to a party last night. She did some hardcore drugs. She's fucked up. I'm fucking hungover. My head is killiing me. I'm gonna go for a drive. If anyone asks, I'm just driving around. I got up and went in the house to get my keys and phone off of the table. I put on a sweater and shut the door. I unlocked my car door.

*20 minutes later* I feel like I'm having a meltdown. I need to get away from here, I was thinking to myself. Sam still hasn't texted me. He probably doesn't even like me. I looked at my contacts and thought about deleting his number. But I accidentally pressed call. I knew at that moment that I was fucked. I hate to text and call people first. But i wasn't just going to hang up because he would probably think I dialed the wrong number. "Hey Hannah" Sam said. I could see his smile as the way he said my name. Hey Sam. I smiled. "What's up?" Are you busy? "No. Not at all." Do you think we could meet up? I really need someone to talk to. "Of course! What's going on?" said Sam. I'll talk to you more about it when I see you. Text me where you're at.

Sam sent me a message. It read: "135 Spring Lane. It's right next to the donut shop. I'll be sitting in my car. It's a black Mustang." I drove straight to there. I didn't stop or nothing. I saw his car. He was sitting there looking at his watch and looking around. I pulled in right next to his car and got out.

Sam got out. "Hey, what's wrong. You look very down today." My eyes started stinging, and my mouth quivered. I just can't deal with the stress anymore. My eyes let out water. The tears raced down my face and onto my lips. I could taste the salt, and the stinging feeling that it left on my lips. Sam pulled me to him. He cuffed my face with his hands and wiped my tears with his thumbs. I closed my eyes and looked down and cried even more. I wept off the excess tears. He stared at me in a way that made me want him. He looked like he wanted to cry with me. He grabbed me and hugged me tightly. He kissed the top of my head. It was like he was my boyfriend or something. But he wasn't. This was only the second day I knew him, and he seemed to already care.

I wanted to kiss him so bad. His eyes met mine, and I was lost. His hands are on my waist, and mine are on his shoulders. I took my hands off of his shoulders and scratched my cheek. I'm sorry about all that. I just really needed to let it out. "It's totally okay. You need someone to cry to. I really didn't mind at all." Sam made me feel like he had a special place in my heart.