My Crazy Addiction (Sam Wilkinson Fanfic)

Gone, but never forgotten!

We were in Sammys car. He saw me very upset. I didn't want him to see me like this. "Hannah, I'm going to take you to my place. I'm going to keep you warm and try to get things off of your mind." I stopped crying for a few seconds. I smile so effortlessly when he says these sweet things to me. I looked out the window and smiled. I turned back, but I turned completely towards him. "Sam?" I said. "Yes?" "Why do you care about me so much?" He pulled the car over to the side of the road.

He came towards me, he grabbed my cheeks, and kissed me. He wouldn't stop. I kept kissing him back. I held on to his forearms while his hands were still on my face. He backed off, he held both of my hands. "Hannah. There's something I have to tell you. I really need to just say it because I don't know how else to say it." I felt a little nervous. I wasn't really sure what he was talking about. He played with my hair, and curled it with his pointer finger. "Hannah, I love you. I fell inlove with you a while ago. I don't know how you feel about me, but I want you. I want to call you mine. You're absolutely perfect in my eyes. You are different from any other girl I have met. I just want to call you mine, kiss you whenever, cuddle with you. I would even love to marry you one day. I blushed and bit my nails. He pushed my fingers out of my mouth, he hates when I chew my nails. "Sam, to be honest, I love you too. I fell for you basically the day we met. You're someone I would never want to lose."

Sam grabbed my hands and kept them warm. He buckled up his seatbelt and started to drive. He grabbed my hand, and drove with my hand in his hand. I was dying inside. I couldn't believe this guy. We finally pulled up to his house. It wasn't big or too small. It was just a perfect sized house. We both got out of the car and walked towards the door.

I walked behind him, I felt a little nervous. I was about to be in a house alone with a guy I love. "Ladies first." He said. I smiled. He gave me the key to unlock the door. I felt like we were a married couple. Why would he let me open the door? I questioned to myself. I unlocked the door, and turned the knob.

We walked into a beautiful house. The house smelled good. The ceiling was up high, there was a chandelier, beautiful round stairs. He put on music, and lit up the fireplace. "Now," he said. "I'm going to help you feel better and get this whole Sarah situation off of your mind. You're too beautiful to be this stressed out." I smiled. "Do you have a cigarette?"

"I'm going to try and help you stop these little habits. These addictions aren't good for you. I care about you a lot. I don't want to see you have health problems." "Sam look, you can't control what I do. If I want to damage my body, then let me. I honestly don't care. You can't and you most definitely won't stop me." I hated when people told me about smoking. Sam got up, and walked to the kitchen. I felt like I pissed him off, but I really didn't care. I felt kind of awkward just sitting there on the floor, by myself. It's like he left me. He came back, with a plate of food in his hand and a drink on the other.

"Here." He said to me. He handed me a chip. "Eat." I pushed it away. "I'm good. I'm not hungry." "Babe come on." He made a puppy face and still had it in his hand. "Babe?" I questioned. "My bad, I didn't mean to say that. "I just-" I cut him off. I told him to stop talking. I put my right hand on his face. I just played around with his face. I made him look Asian by dragging his eyes upward. I busted out laughing. "I didn't know sammy was chinese." He laughed. He was sitting on the floor, his back against the couch, and his legs out. I was sitting on his lap, but facing towards him. My knees were on the floor. His hands were on my hips. I went towards his face and kissed him. He kissed me back. He got out of his silly position, and I did too. He layed me down on the floor and continued kissing me. He handed me food. "Eat." He said. "Fine, but just for you." I said. He smiled.

He was laying on his side with his hand on his ear. He was looking at me. I was laying down completely. We layed there talking about life. I looked at the wall, and it was 11:27 pm. "Oh my god. Look at the time. I got to get going soon." I said as I smiled. "No no no no. Stay the night with me." He bit his lip. "Are you sure?" I asked. "Yes!" He said nodding his head. "Okay." I smiled.