the hollands ; reader imagines

Closer || S.H.

Pairing: Sam Holland x reader

Warnings: angst, fluffy

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"Hey, baby," Sam said as he leaned down to kiss your nose. "I love you."

"I love you, too, Sam. You're in a good mood today," you commented.

"Because I get to see my favourite girl." He placed a plate of his latest kitchen creation in front of you and plopped down in the seat beside you. He threw an arm casually over your shoulders. "Try this, babe," Sam said.

You took a bite of the delicious food. No surprise that Sam had smashed yet another recipe. Sam laid his head on your shoulder while you ate and you fed him every other bite.

The sound of someone being sick caused you to turn around in your chair. "Fake vomit? Classy, Harry," you said.

"Sorry, Y?N. I can't handle Sam's goo-goo eyes."

"Well, you should be happy to know, Harry, that I have to get going to meet my boss to discuss a new project," you said.

You left and Harry sat down across from Sam. "Bro, you gotta ease up."

"What are you talking about?" Sam asked.

"With Y/N. A girl like her is one in a million. She needs a guy that doesn't try to be super close to her all the time. Doing that will only make her feel suffocated. She's independent, she doesn't need constant cuddles."

"But -- I need cuddles," Sam said.

"But you love Y/N and you want to keep her, right?" Harry said.

"Yeah..."

"Remember Elysia? This is that all over again. To keep her you have to give her space. Then let her come to you."

"Let her come to me?" Sam questioned.

"That's right. So, when she comes back from her meeting, what will you not do?"

"I will not smother her with affection."

"Good," Harry clapped him on the back and left the room.

When you returned you looked around for Sam, who usually greeted you. Not finding him, you decided to relax on the couch. Eventually, Sam wandered in with a book. You looked up, expecting him to join you, but he took a seat on the opposite lazy chair instead. You tried not to let it bother you and went back to browsing Pinterest.

The rest of the day continued like this. Sam sat far away from me at dinner and when he laid on the bed, he was practically falling off the edge.

"Sam?" you questioned softly. You touched the back of his black pyjama shirt. He rolled to face you and you saw tears flowing from his chocolate eyes.

"Sam!" You rushed to take him into your arms. He continued to cry and slumped into you. You held him and he cried until he was empty of tears. "Tell me what happened," you said.

Sam's voice was scratchy when he answered. "H-Harry said that I needed to back off with touching you all the time." Sam hiccoughed a bit.

"Why would he say that?" you questioned.

"He said I needed to give you space and if I didn't change you would leave me like her."

You knew immediately who he was talking about.

"Oh, Sam. No. I love how affectionate you are. Don't listen to Harry. He doesn't know what he's talking about."

"So you don't mind when I'm clingy?"

"I love when you're clingy."

"That's good because I'm feeling clingy right now," Sam said. You wrapped your arms tighter around him. Both of you laid down like that. All night you held him with his head on your shoulder.