Pairing: Sam Holland X Reader
Summary: The reader is lifelong friends with the Holland twins, but begins developing feelings for her best friend Sam after Harry, Tom, and Harrison leave to travel the world for press tours. Things become even more chaotic when they fly back home for the holidays.
Warnings: Swearing? P sure that’s it?
Word Count: 1659
Home For the Holidays
You had grown up going to school with the Holland twins your whole life. You spent more time at their house than your own. Nikki and Dom were the parents you had always wanted, and treated you like one of their own. You were part of their family, and Tom and Harrison looked out for you like big brothers, while you babysat Paddy for most of your young life. You even had a massive, but very short-lived crush on Harry when you were 7 that you’re still embarrassed about to this day. But something shifted recently. After Tom and Harry and Harrison all left to travel the world for filming and press tours, while you and Sam stayed home to go to school, you fell in love with your best friend. You and Sam had always been the closest, ever since your first year of school together. He was the only boy in your grade who offered to take you to the school nurse when you scraped your knee on the playground, and you talked the whole way there. He was so proper and grown up for his age and even promised to give you half the cookie in his lunch box. The next day he invited you to play with him at recess and you met his brother Harry, and the three of you had been close to inseparable ever since. Today, you’re both 18, going to acting school together, and the rest of your friends were all over the world now, or going in different directions with their lives and careers. Currently it’s the middle of December and it’s the standard London winter. Sam knew you had a lazy day today and invited you to lunch, like he did any day you had free. These lazy day lunches were a tradition because it was so freeing for you both to say whatever’s on your minds. You could tell Sam anything and he’d listen, and that’s why he would be the first you’d tell everything to. Today you hid from the cold London winter inside a coffee shop where you both ordered the same brew of hot tea. He has a strange look in his eye, like he’s nervous about something. “Hey, I was thinking, you know Harry and Tom are coming home next week for Christmas and I was wondering if you’d like to come over to spend it with us? I mean I know you’ll probably have other plans and you might not-” “Sam, I’d love to.” “Really?“
You couldn’t tell him why you said yes so quickly. You couldn’t tell him that after all this time you’ve been spending together you’ve started to develop feelings for him. You couldn’t tell him that any opportunity you got to be around him felt like the best moment of your life. Instead, you tell him, “It’ll be so great to see Harry again. I can’t wait to give him shit about tripping outside his hotel last week on Tom’s Insta story.” You almost felt guilty lying to him. You’ve never lied to Sam about anything. That’s how you stayed close. But you knew the last thing you needed is to lose your best friend, and telling him just wasn’t worth the risk. The next week you and Sam drove to the airport to pick up Tom, Harrison, and Harry. Any time you stopped, you couldn’t help but catch yourself looking over at him. Every freckle on his face, the creases of his smile, it was just so hard to comprehend how you hadn’t noticed before. How hadn’t you felt this way about him your whole life? Your daydreaming was brought to a hault as you parked and went to help the boys with their luggage. On the drive home, the boys slept in the back seat, exhausted from such a long flight. Immediately as you walked in the door you were greeted by Tessa jumping around in excitement. Dom and Nikki had put up quite a few decorations since the last time you were over, and it finally felt like Christmastime. Harrison and Tom went to nap, while Harry sat with you and Sam to talk about his week and tolerate the roast he had been preparing for. Sam went to bed early, and the moment he left the room Harry shot you a look.
“What the fuck did I do? What’s that look for?” ”You know exactly what I’m looking at you for.” "Don’t even try to bullshit you know exactly what I’m talking about.“ “No, I actually don’t.” “So there’s nothing you want to tell me? About you and Sam?“
"Harry, I-I don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about.” “Listen he might not see it but I’m not stupid, you were definitely making eyes at Sam. I haven’t even been here for more than a few hours and I can tell.” “Is it really that obvious?” “To me?Yes. To him? No.” “Well he can’t find out and you can’t tell him.” “Why not?” “I really care about him and I don’t want-” “Do you not see it at all?” “See what?” “Sam’s been in love with you since we were kids. Why do you think he asks you to go somewhere with him any possible opportunity he gets?” “I don’t know maybe because that’s what friends do?” “Sorry I don’t spend my time desperate to talk about my mates the instant they leave the room, and I definitely don’t-” “You’re really serious aren’t you?” “Why would I make this shit up? Listen, I don’t see why you don’t just talk to him when he wakes up tomorrow? He’ll be floored when he finds out, and I’ll be happy that I won’t have to hear him talk about you all hours of the day anymore.” “Thanks Harry, I wouldn’t know what I’d do without you.” You gave him a hug and called it a night. Since Harrison got Harry’s room, you both were stuck sleeping on opposite ends of the rickety sofa bed.
When you woke up Harry was already making himself breakfast, and Harrison and Tom were already eating theirs.
“Wow thanks for waking me up and making me breakfast lads. Very considerate. Great and Harrison drank the last of the juice too.” “I didn’t drink all the juice.” “Okay then why is it that I’m holding it upside down and three drops are all that come out?” “Well technically that isn’t drinking all the juice then.” “Hey where’s Sam anyway?” “I don’t know actually, he’s usually up by now.” Harry of course had to make a joke. “Hey why don’t you go find Sam?” “Very funny.” Of course Tom and Harrison weren’t too observant to begin with and fortunately suspected nothing. You walk over to Sam’s door which is shut for a change, and get the feeling that something is off. You knock on his door, and you hear a muffled, “Not now okay.” “Sam, what’s wrong?” “Not now okay, I’ve just-” “Sam if you don’t tell me what’s going on I’m coming in.” “Just don’t okay.”
You push the door open only to find Sam sitting on his bed with watery eyes and an angry expression. “Sam what the fuck is going on?” “Why don’t you fucking ask Harry what’s going on?” “Sam, just talk to me. You can talk to me about anything.” “Well I thought you could talk to me about anything too, but clearly you don’t see it like that.” “What are you talking about Sam?” “I fucking saw you last night.” “Saw me talking about-?” “I fucking saw you with Harry, you hugged him and you fell slept on the couch next to him last night and you told him-” “Sam, what I told Harry was that I-” “Yeah you told him you wouldn’t know what you’d do with-” “Sam you completely missed what was actually fucking going on-” “How could I? It was perfectly obvious what was going on. I was pretty sure you liked him for a while but why couldn’t you just tell me? I thought you trusted me?” “Sam! Would you just listen to me for one minute? Please? What I…What I was talking to Harry about last night was you. I’ve had feelings for you for a long time now, and I never told you because I worried about what you would think, and Harry was giving me advice. I thanked him and gave him a hug. That’s the part that you saw. And we slept on the fucking sofa because Harrison took his bed. I love you Sam, and I have for a long time, and I wish I had just realized all this sooner.” “But…I thought…I…” “Sam, you’re the person who I care about more than anyone else in the world.” “I…I’ve been in love with you since the day we met, and I never told you because…I always thought you liked Harry more and…I didn’t want you to think I expected anything of you. I didn’t want you to think that because of the way that I felt about you that I’d expect you to feel the same or want to be with me. I never would. That’s why I never-” “Sam how could you honestly think that I’d love Harry more than you?” “But…he’s the funny one, he’s the outgoing one, he’s the one who’s traveling the world and I’m just…me.” “But that’s exactly it. I don’t need to travel the world to be happy with you. Wherever we are, whether it’s that café a block from here or your house or school or anywhere else I’m happy because you’re there.” “I…had no idea that you-” Before he could say anything else you pulled him closer to you, and kissed him. As your hands brushed past his cheeks and through his hair, you couldn’t help but feel as if this was how it should’ve been all along.
Suddenly you’re interrupted by the sound of Harry shouting from outside the doorway, “Get a fucking room!” You immediately throw Sam’s pillow at him, “We’re already in a fucking room dumbass!” Under his breath, Sam muffles, “This is why I fucking love you.”