Summary: It was a Friday afternoon when you looked at Sam and realized you were in love with him.
Living next to the Holland’s had its perks. Most of all, you created some of the best relationships of your life. Nikki and Dom were another set of parents, Tom was a protective big brother, and Harry and Paddy were brothers you could always go to for a laugh.
Though, with Sam, it was always a bit different. You had a soft spot for him. You two got along extremely well, had common interests, and a similar sense of humor. Most importantly, you two could talk about anything with each other. Throughout all of the crazy transitions of Sam’s life, you were his constant.
It wasn’t until Harry launched himself onto the couch you were relaxing on that you started to recognize the way Sam made you feel.
“Oi! Harry, get off!” you yelled.
“You do realize that Sam, like, is in love with you?”
“What do you mean?” you asked, confused by the bluntness.
“You’re joking, right? You don’t see the way he looks at you? His eyes light up whenever you walk into a room. Or, the way he seems to only pay attention to you, even when you’re not talking? He’s solely focused on you… It’s a bit annoying,” Harry said.
“Oh,” you replied, blushing profusely. “We’ve just known each other for a long time.. That’s it. The same way we’ve known each other.”
“No, no,” Harry chuckled. “It’s nothing like us. You’re like an annoying sister, but with Sam. It’s completely different… Don’t try and hide it either,” Harry chuckled. “I’ve seen the way you look at him.. You’re not subtle.”
You threw a pillow at him, “I don’t know what you’re talking about, Harry.”
The next day, it was like any other Friday afternoon. After school, Sam tried to teach you some piano as a way to relax after the week. This routine emerged once Sam started taking piano lessons and tried his best to teach you what he had learned that week.
“Before our ‘lesson’,” Sam began one day. “I want to show you something.”