It’s been a couple of weeks since Sam and I broke up. It’s be so hard. I forget that he’s not next to me begging to play some video games with him. I forget that he isn’t laying next to me before bed, or when I need help on my homework. I miss his presence. I miss knowing that he’s here with me. I’ve had to stop myself from dialing his number and telling him that I miss him. I even had to restrain myself from texting a simple “hey”.
But I know it’s for the best. It’s not a normal relationship and it doesn’t seem normal. I hope he’s doing okay. I just left him there. But I couldn’t bare to stay. It hurt so much seeing the pain in his eyes.
My phone started buzzing 10 minutes ago, but I didn’t bother to answer it. I don’t feel like talking. But who would call me 10 minutes straight just to say hello? Biting my lip, my optimistic self started thinking it could be Sam. Falling into temptation, I looked over the caller ID. “Molely”
Why would Nate call me after I just dumped his best-friend. I answer the phone cautiously. “Hello?” I croak. “Hailey Thank God you finally answered. I need you to come over.” “For what?” I ask curiously, and by the tone of his voice it sounds frantic. “I understand that you two broke up and that it’s normal for someone to be heartbroken. But Sam, he’s more than heartbroken. The longest conversation is had with us is about 5 minutes each day. He doesn’t eat much. I practically shove food down his throat. Just please come see him. He needs you,” Nate pleads through the phone, sounding worried.
The lump in my throat started to build up, possibly the third time this week. “But. It’s not good. We have to go through this. We could possibly be friends, but” “Listen Hailey I’m not asking you to get back together with him, although I can literally hear the tissues. I think he just needs to see you. Just to see your face again. Maybe that’ll shake him,” Nate compromises. I nod to myself even though he can’t see me. “Alright fine. I’ll be there in 10,” with that said I hung up. The amount of pressure was so much.
I let out a breath I didn’t know I was holding in. I felt butterflies fly their way through my body. Being nervous wasn’t a feeling I liked so much. With Sam, I was never nervous. Only for about the first week though.
Grabbing my keys, I raced out the door and grabbed on my bike (cause like your not 16 sorreh) His house was just a 5 minute bike ride from mine, making it easier to bike there. It wasn’t that long until I pulled up to the familiar large house the boys shared. By this time, I felt the whole jungle in my stomach. Stepping off my bike and up to the porch. Every inch of my body wanted to break the door down and just run in and hug him tight, but I knew I couldn’t; that I shouldn’t.
I ring the doorbell and wait for one of the boys to answer. The door opens, revealing Johnson. “Oh yes. She’s here!” he yells, causing me to jump. “Oh sorry Hails. C’mon in. We’ll try and get Sam,” he said, opening the door wider for me. I say a small thank you and enter the room. I sat in the living room couch awkwardly, watching as the boys begged Sam to get out of bed. “Noo! I won’t Just leave me alone. I want to be alone!” I heard him scream, his voice cracking in the end. Biting my lip, I stood up from my seat.
I shouldn’t interfere. I shouldn’t be doing this. But a lot of people shouldn’t be doing a lot of things. One more wouldn’t hurt anybody. I opened the bedroom door open. “Sam?” I breathed. Sam averted his head towards me, his bloodshot brown eyes locked on mine. “Hailey..” he murmurs to himself. “We’ll just be um out there,” Nate said, the Jack’s nodding and muddering some words I couldn’t comprehend. They leave the room, leaving me and Sam alone. He layed with his face in the pillow, but then moved his body to his back onto the bed. “Hi..” I started. I couldn’t help but feel the spark of joy that lit up when I saw his face. “Hails..please. Whatever I did to you. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean it. I miss you Hails,” he pleads, a tear streaming down his face.
“I miss you too,” I reply instantly. I felt myself completely overwhelmed by the feeling of grief, guilt, and pain. A lot of pain. “Then come back to me. Please Hails. I need you.”
“Sam you know it’s wrong -“
“Well then screw wrong! Screw whatever or whoever implied you that this was wrong. How is love wrong? How is love towards someone wrong? How is two people who frequently show their love for each other wrong? Tell me! How is it?” Sam yelled, getting out of the bed and onto his feet. “It’s just. I’m so young. Too young.”
“You think if I cared about how young you were, I would further our relationship? Fuck the numbers Hails. Fuck them. They don’t mean anything. I honestly don’t know what you’re scared of. If you don’t want to come to parties with me, that’s fine. But just please. I need you. I honestly don’t know how I can live without you. You’re my everything. Without out, I have nothing.”
The familiar sting in my eye came back, signaling that tears would be leaking at any moment yet. “But I thought that -” “You overthink all the time Hails.” Sam walked closer to me, our bodies chest to chest. “I love you. Despite all the things you think are bad about yourself, including your age, I think their beautiful, and amazing. They excite me. They tell me that you’re Hailey,” he said softly. I felt my lip quiver.
“I love you. So much Sam. I miss you. I want you.” “You have me. You’ll always have me,” Sam murmured, bringing my closer with his arms he wrapped around my waist. I layed my head onto his chest, my arms around his neck. His head on top of my head. He made a sigh of relief. I couldn’t help but my smile back in his arms. We stood like that for a couple of seconds until we hear a knock from the door. “Can we come in?” we heard Gilinsky say. “Yeah you can,” Sam said, backing away from me and grabbing hold of my hand. I held tightly onto him, making sure that I was never letting go.
The guys came in and stared at us. “So are..we good. Are you two?” Nate asked. We both held our hands in the air and smiled. “YESSSS FINALLY” Johnson yelled. Nate and Gilinsky yelled out similar stuff, causing me to giggle. I felt Sam kiss the top of my head. Turning my body to face him, I leaned up and closed my eyes, kissing him deeply. Pulling away, I smiled from ear to ear. “I love you Sam.’
AN - this too me forevs to write but I really liked this request very cute :)
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