She's Electric | Sam Fender

20 - Sam

I'm the only one of the band down in London at the moment; seeing as I'm technically classed as a solo artist, I do most of the press stuff on my own. The main advantage of this is that I don't have to deal with Dean banging on the bathroom door when I'm trying to shower or his snoring all night. It's nice to get away from home for a few days and have some time to myself. We've been touring relentlessly for about 5 years with barely any proper breaks. I'm exhausted, to say the least.

Cass stole a pair of my joggers and one of my Newcastle shirts and went back to bed.  I've never been one for one-night stands, but this is different. It's like there's some force pulling us together that neither of us can fight.

"Told you you'd look class in a toon top," I grin, coming back inside after having a smoke on the balcony. It's cold enough to see your breath now, but I'm still in shorts and a t-shirt.

She rolls her eyes, looking at her phone, "God, you really know how to flatter a girl, Sam."

She's not paying attention to me, so, I place my freezing cold hands on the back of her neck.

Cass jumps, hitting me with the pillow next to her, "You cruel bastard! I hate you!"

"Aye, really?" I raise an eyebrow, flopping down next to her with a smug smile plastered across my face, "How much do you hate us?"

She pouts, "You're not invited to my party anymore."

"Rude," I sulk, "How can I get myself invited again?"

Cass smirks, peppering my neck with kisses, "Think we can come to some sort of arrangement."

I like where this is heading. "Sure we could," I grin, sighing with pleasure ever so slightly as her lips move along my jawline.

"Order breakfast, would you?" She whispers in my ear, dashing the thoughts that my mind had strayed to. "Then I'll think about it."

I groan, reaching for my phone to order room service, "Pancakes and strawberries? And cloudy lemonade?"

"Sometimes I'm certain you're a mind reader."

I shrug, "Mebbies. Right now, I reckon you're thinking about how much of an idiot I am."

"A loveable idiot, but an idiot nonetheless." Her eyes roll again as my beaming smile spreads from ear to ear. I'm loveable. "Scratch that, you're just a moron."

I frown with mock offence, "Wasn't that earlier, was it?"

"That doesn't count," She scowls, as if it's obvious, "Now. Pancakes."

I sigh, "Christ, what did your last slave die of?"

"Shut up and get breakfast, Geordie." The Manchester in her voice is slowly disappearing into something much posher. And it's a huge turn-on. The enunciated vowels and the slower rhythm of her voice are like honey.

Like a moth to a flame, I circle her hopelessly, praying to be noticed. Too close and I'll burn, I know that. But her warmth and light are far too much to resist.

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"You know, I'm free all day today," I say when we finish breakfast. Cass was overly protective of her pancakes, so I ordered myself a full English. I don't have any gigs for a while so I can eat all the saturated fats I want without the fear of running my voice for the next performance. "Wanna do something?"

Cass shakes her head, "I've got a party to get ready for."

"Howay, it's Halloween. We should go somewhere together. Fancy walk by the river or sommat?"

She rolls her eyes again, something I've noticed she does a lot, "I've gotta go shopping, you can come with me if you really want. Need someone to help me carry all the pumpkins."

"Pumpkins?" I eye her dubiously, "You really think they're not gonna be sold out already?"

She pouts, "Regardless. We need loads for tonight, and I bet you don't have a costume."

"Costume?" I repeat.

Cass nods, "Costume. It is a Halloween party after all."

"Nah, I don't think so, pet," I laugh. "Haven't dressed up since I was about 8."

She chuckles to herself, "Messing with you. The theme's black tie."

"Y'kna, back up North, a party is just considerable amounts of booze and mebbies some tac. The 'theme' is usually who can drink the most without hoying their guts up."

She smiles, "Well, I might need a hand picking the alcohol."

"Happy to offer my services. Got a lifetime's worth of experience at going out on the lash," I grin. "But I will be sick if you get WKD." Even the smell of the stuff gives me flashbacks to being a teenager and almost dying of alcohol poisoning on a random beach or in a field somewhere. Teenage alcohol abuse was fun at the time, but it makes me wonder what we were all so desperate to escape by drinking ourselves in oblivion every Friday.

"I'll need to go home and get changed." Liar. She could go out in a bin bag and still look beautiful.

"I'll check out and come with you." I'm sometimes a tidy person, mostly because I usually can't be arsed to unpack, so the majority of my stuff is still packed away neatly in my suitcase, thanks to help from my mam. I might be 25, but I'm bloody useless at packing, no matter how many times I do it.

Because it's freezing, I pass Cass one of the warmest jumpers I brought.

She smiles as I lock the door, "It's so cosy, I might have to steal it from you."

"You can have it if you want darlin," I shrug. Anything she wants, she can have.