• I M A G I N E S • Sam Fender •

• S T O R M •

There was something so therapeutic about thunderstorms. As a kid you were absolutely terrified by them, but you soon began to love them. The nights sat in the bay window in your parents' front room, watching the rain patter against the street. A mini stream trickling along to edge of the road.

However, when you moved in with Sam he was so confused of your obsession. The first night he witnessed it was 3 weeks after you'd moved into your new apartment. The harsh rain started to batter against the roof, echoing through the open plan apartment. You leaped off the sofa and raced over to the window, sitting on the grey window bench that was adorned by pillows.

"Are you alright?" Sam pondered, shuffling over to you. "Yeah, I just love storms," you said, smiling up to him. He shook his head, chuckling. Slowly he climbed onto the seat next to, wrapping his arm gently around your waist.

Ever since that day, it was always the ritual when there was a storm and if Sam wasn't there, Skype could soon solve it.

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So sorry for not updating in a while. I thought I'd give you a little insight. Don't think I'm asking for attention or anything. But my boyfriend lives 120 miles away from me so we rarely see one another, the past few years I've known him he has struggled massively with eating problems and self harm. And I hadn't seen him since July but I'd seen his kickboxing coach as he had come to visit our gym as he's the top coach from the sister gym. He had said that he was really struggling again with everything so we arranged to go and see him and I went with my dad. And he just wasn't himself, So most of my attention has been on trying to make sure he's okay even when we live hundred miles away. Thank you for listening, and sorry for this really short chapter <3