✧*̥˚ 𝐢𝐧 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 *̥˚✧
amelie flood x sam golbach
chapter fifty-six || 🎬🤍🦢

Amelie wrapped her coat tighter around herself as the cold air hit her body. She had done what Sam had told her to and went back to the table only to find out the man had left after closing the tab — which she was grateful for seeing as all she had in her bag was a lipgloss, her phone and her drivers license. At least chivalry wasn't completely dead. She was not standing under the dimly lit street with black mascara and eyeliner running down her cheeks.

She was staring at the other side of the road, watching as a happy couple tripped over one another as they walked down the street. She wanted pulled out of her trance until a silver car stopped right in front of her. She put a hand up to her eyes to shield herself from the headlights, but that was no use as whoever was currently climbing out to the car still had them on, lighting the street up.

When she caught sight of who it was she wanted to die.

Their eyes met. Hazel on blue and suddely she was done for.

Sam walked up to the girl who just stared at him in shock. Where the fuck had he come from? She thought. He stood in front of her, searching her face for any signs of her being hurt, but when he was met with black streaks on her cheeks he furrowed his brows.

Without a word — or a second throught — he raised his hands to cup her cheeks and wipe his thumb under her eyes, trying to wipe them away. When he realised it was no luck, he stopped, but never moved his hands.

Amelie's head was running seventy miles an hour trying to figure out how he was here. Her jaw was slack and tears welled up in her eyes once again.

"No, don't cry." He whispered so quietly Amelie barely heard him.

She shook her head before snaking her hands around his shoulders and burying her head in the crook of his neck. She breathed in his cologne and he smelt exactly like he had when she saw him last.

Definitely real.

Sam wrapped one of his arms around her waist tightly and one held onto the back of her head as if she was going to disappear under his touch. He let out a long shaking breath he had been holding in for over a month.

Amelie gripped the back of his hoodie like her life depended on it. The whole world was spinning and she felt like she was in a movie scene.

What the fuck.

She didn't know how long they had stayed like that for, all she knew was when she finally pulled away from the hug there were tears marks on his hoodie.

"Where— What?" She squinted up at him, still completely unaware of what the hell was happening.

He ran a hand over her messy hair before resting his hands on her shoulders ever so lightly, "I was filming a video. I think I told you a few months ago me and Colby would be flying over here and you said I wasn't allowed to come unless you came with me—" He stopped himself from talking anymore.

Amelie just stared at him trying to take in the information, "I'm so sorry." She rushed out, bringing her hands up to rest on his wrists, "I made things all weird— I'm so fuckin' sorry, Sam."

Now it was Sam's turn to shake his head. He took a step close to her, "You didn't make anything weird. I did—"

"No! You had every right to say what you said. I shouldn't have opened my mouth—"

She was cut off by Sam moving his hands to the back of her neck. He angled his face down and hers up so their noses were touching. Amelie felt her words die down in her throat and her breath quicken. He was so close. So fucking close.

"You never did know when to shut the fuck up." He mumbled before smashing his lips down on hers.

Amelie's eyes went wide before she melted into the kiss. Her hands traveled down to grip the back of his hoodie. Every feeling of doubt and confusion she had felt over the past month seemed to disappear under his warm touch.

She felt her heart beat rapidly against her chest and a ringing in her ears as she pulled away from the boy — much to his dismay. He let out a throaty groan, and tried to kiss her again, but Amelie put her hand on his chest.

"Why do you always have to do that?"

Amelie laughed quietly. He was invading all her senses and all she could think is how she wanted — no needed — him to do it more and to do it more often. She brought her hand up this bottom lip and wiped the red lipstick from his mouth. His eyes followed her movements as if it was beyond his control.

"All clean." She whispered, tapping the tip of his nose.

Sam just looked at her in disbelief and brought his lips back onto hers, which she happily allowed this time.

fuckinh finally bye bye angst welcome home happiness what the fuck

i was gonna triple update on thursday but i might just update everyday until then 😝