I'm done. God, it took me forever, but I finally did it. This one is dedicated to everyone of you guys who ever took the time to read this, despite the horrible grammar and spelling, and who kept coming back.

This one is for you, I hope you like it.

Xxx Sofie

Sam

I slammed my hands down on both sides of the sink, ignoring the sharp pain the impact caused. I stood with my eyes closed taking as many deep breaths as I could, trying furiously to calm down and not to break apart. Why was this affecting me so much? I knew it was Dougie and that we had all this history but I didn't think this would happen. This was not going the way I expected it too, I thought to myself as I wiped a stray tear from my eye as it threatened to fall. I let out a frustrated sigh. 'Stop behaving this way Sam!' I said to myself trying my hardest to actually believe the words. 'You knew this could happen, and I knew I shouldn't have gotten my hopes up…'

In midst of my speech I was interrupted by one of the cubical doors behind me opening and a girl my age walking out. I quickly stopped talking and stared at her through the mirror we were now both standing in front of.

'I'm sorry, I didn't mean to listen in' she said with an apologetical shrug as she opened her purse and fished out a lip-gloss that she expertly started to apply.

I let out a little chuckle. 'Don't worry about it, it's probably not the best place to talk to yourself'

She looked at me through the mirror. 'Are you ok?'

'I'll be fine' I lied. 'Just a guy.' It wasn't just a guy though, and the turmoil I was feeling inside was making that painfully clear.

'It gets better with time' she said with a smile before she walked out of the room, leaving me alone with the mirror once again.

After a few more wallowing seconds I decided that I was calm enough, and the bathroom empty enough, to give myself a little pep-talk.

'Get a grip. Go out there and enjoy the music. And if he doesn't say anything other than "um" feel free to kick him where it hurts.'

I forced a smile on my face and walked back out into the club where I immediately spotted Danny standing by the bar.

'Hi friend'

His face lit up as I took a seat next to him. 'Hello love' he said, a small frown suddenly replacing the previous smile. 'What's wrong?'

'Nothing'

He shot me a look over his beer. 'Yeah right, sometimes you forget that I know you Sammy. I take it things didn't go as planned with Dougie'

I simply shrugged in response.

'Ok, I won't say another word about it' Danny said with a smile as he put his arm over my shoulder. 'Drink?'

I took the drink that he offered me with a thankful smile. 'How's the love-life these days then?'

'I can't complain'

I shook my head at him and put on my best Danny voice before replying. 'Yeah right, sometimes you forget that I know you Danny'

'Touché' he chuckled. 'So… how is she?'

'Good.' I paused slightly. 'And I think she'd love to hear from you, if that's what you're asking.'

'I wasn't asking, I might have been thinking it yes, but I didn't ask' he replied, his voice slightly muffled by his glass.

'You don't have to be so macho all the time you know'

'Macho? Me!? I'm like super-sensitive' he replied with a smirk.

'You're such a girl'

'Tell me about it'

We sat in silence for a few minutes, both quite aware of what had just been said, but the smile that crept onto Danny's lips as he absent-mindedly stared into his beer soon spread to me as well. Maybe a year wasn't that long after all.

'So' I finally began looking around the room 'You sure have a lot of female fans'

Danny shot me a knowing look before answering. 'He never stopped talking about you, you know'

'Uh… That's not what I…' I stammered, unable to hide the red tinting my cheeks.

He didn't seem to notice though, or he did a hell of a good job ignoring it.

'You haven't noticed that 90 percent of our songs are about not being with the one you love?'

'Um…' I replied, sticking to the winning formula of stammering.

'He's not very subtle these days' Danny said with a chuckle as he downed the rest of his beer. 'I'll see you later then?' he continued, as much a question as a statement.

'Yep' I nodded 'See you later.'

Dougie

Do you think it's possible to dream and to have it be so vivid that when you wake up you actually believe that it was real? Do you believe that when that dream, that has lingered in your head every second since, actually starts to happen – that you knew it was going to? Or were you just that lucky that the one thing you wished for more than anything came true?

You know all that stuff about coming to terms with loosing Sam, how I was coping and being ok with it?

Yeah, I might have been lying. A teeny tiny bit.

I'll admit that it took me a while to realise. I guess I got so caught up in not wanting to care that I actually believed that I didn't. And then, smack, I open my eyes one day and realise that I don't want to spend another day without her.

After that little revelation it took me one day of walking around debating the insanity of what I wanted to do, the pro's and con's, if it was even possible, before realising that I was already doing it. I had woken up wanting Sam back and that didn't change.

And then a year had gone by. A whole year and somehow I had managed without her. Don't ask me how though, because I have no freaking clue. All I know is that I wanted her back, and I tried to find her for a really long time, but then somewhere along the way, I guess I just gave up.

At least on the outside. Standing on stage that night, knowing that Sam was only a few feet away from me, every single fibre in my being was making it pretty clear that I had never given up where it truly mattered.

…

I was sitting on one of the couches in the backroom when Sam and Danny came walking through the door. They were happily chatting about something I couldn't quite make out but seeing them together like that, it amazed me how at ease they were with each other.

Sam noticed me watching her and for a brief moment our eyes met and everything that lay between us suddenly seemed to have vanished. I wasn't sure if it was only me, or if she had felt it too, but it was enough for me to make a decision.

'You really think I should go for it?' I heard Danny ask Sam as I walked up to them.

'I've already told you like five times Dan, yes you should'

'But…'

'No buts' she replied sternly before turning towards me. 'Don't you think he should go for it?'

Slightly taken aback at first I didn't know what to do but I quickly regained my composure 'Of course you should' I replied facing Danny. 'Go for it'

'Alright, alright, no need to gang up on me.' His eyes were shifting from me to Sam, something that the both of us seemed to notice, but choosing to do nothing about. Sam simply laughed at the look on his face and I, well, I was too busy staring at her again.

If she was hurt from my lack of replies before she sure as hell wasn't showing it. The thought of Sam being more of a man that I was actually managed to put a smile on my face, a smile which Danny of course noticed immediately.

'What are you smiling about?'

'Nothing' I said with a shrug before facing Sam instead. 'Want to get some coffee?'

'You drink coffee?' I couldn't tell whether she was more surprised by the coffee or by the fact that I was actually talking to her, but she didn't do anything about it, other than look at me a bit more intently than before.

'Yup'

'Wow, all grown up' she replied with a smile, her genuine one complete with the eye-twinkle I used to call my own, as she took a step towards me. 'I'd love to'

Right there and then it hit me like a ton of bricks. I had missed her so bad. All the small things (no pun intended), like our conversations and midnight-walks. Like the way she would put her arms around me when we slept, as if she was afraid that I would leave her if she didn't hold on. Not that we got the chance to do it that often, but those few times were enough to make me want it forever. And the thought of never having that again was the one thing that had made the past year unbearable.

Seeing Sam again like this wasn't all I had imagined it to be. It wasn't some miracle-fix, like in the movies where you meet again and everything is perfect straight away, I was finally forced to let go of all my delusions and realise that real life isn't as simple as that. It never is.

A year was a long time after all.

…

It was chilly outside but Sam didn't seem to mind. The debate of whether to sit inside the coffee shop our go for a walk was cut short by her simply refusing to sit down.

As we walked in silence I realised that nothing between us felt forced anymore. It was ok not to talk for a few minutes, almost relaxing even, and I had a feeling Sam was feeling the same way.

'Did you ever think that we'd end up here?' Sam asked me as we stood side by side staring out at the black water of the Thames running beneath us.

I turned towards her, tilting my head slightly to the side. 'What do you mean? Here as is here in London or here as in here not together?'

'Not together'

'I don't know, back then it was always so easy'

She looked at me with big eyes unable to hide the smile that spread across her lips.

'Ok, ok' I said with a snicker. 'Not easy, but simple. We were in love and that was all that mattered. In a way I don't think I thought too much about the future, I just assumed things would always remain the way they were'

'In our own little bubble' she responded thoughtfully.

'Yeah, I suppose so. Did you?'

She gave me a soft smile. 'Kind of. I mean, not the not together part, that was never part of the plan, but I thought about it and hoped that we'd make it through. Fantasies you know, dreams.'

'Really?' I asked genuinely surprised.

'Yeah, I daydream a lot, In case you haven't noticed'

'Really?' I repeated. 'Like what?'

A light blush spread across her cheeks, but her eyes never left mine. 'You know, the usual running away stuff, changing the school rules, things like that'

'Did you really think about running away?'

'Yeah'

'Me too' she seemed surprised by my answer but she didn't say anything. Instead she motioned for me to walk again before she spoke.

'It's kind of funny when you think about it, that's kind of what we did, but on our own.' She shot me a sideways smile 'I take it you don't work for your dad'

I grinned back at her. 'Not exactly. And you're not, eh, whatever your mum wanted you to be?'

She laughed out loud. 'Not really. Not that I ever quite understood what she wanted, but, whatever'

'Yeah, she was charming woman'

We looked at each other before the laughter took over once again.

'How did you get away from her then?' I asked after calming down slightly.

'I just left, kind of, me and dad kind of came to our senses at about the same time I think'

'So they've split up?'

'Yup'. I thought I saw a trace of something in her face, but as soon as it was there it was gone again. I decided not to follow up on it, sensing that maybe it was for the best.

'I'm sorry'

'Don't be, it's for the best, trust me' she laughed as she dug her hands into the pockets of her jeans and shrugged.

I followed suit and changed the topic. 'On a lighter note maybe, what are you doing otherwise these days, besides stalking me that is?'

I didn't even have a chance to react as she quickly punched me in the arm.

'Ouch' I said feigning hurt.

'Don't be such a girl'

Before I knew it we were laughing like old times again, minus the kissing of course, but still, it was almost like nothing had happened between us.

'I was just kidding. But, seriously'

'Seriously' she said trying her best to copy my voice. 'Not much. I've been travelling for a few months.'

'Months? How'd you afford that?'

She cocked an eyebrow at me. 'Didn't I tell you? My father is worth a lot of money' she gave a laugh, a small one, but genuine and from her heart. 'I'm a rich girl'

'I thought your parents wouldn't pay for school?' I replied shocked.

'Correction, my mum wouldn't pay, this was my dads' decision, and it's his money after all'

'But…'

'Has anyone ever told you that you talk to mu…'her hand stopped midair but not before both of us realised what she was about to do, and suddenly we were back in present time again.

It was another few minutes of silence walking before Sam spoke again. 'You're really serious about this music thing then? This club is pretty cool.'

'Yeah' I replied with a shy smile. 'Tom has connections.'

'Settled for the base then?'

'Yeah'

'I always knew you liked it better.'

I smiled at her, but I couldn't manage any actual words. At that point I was aching to grab her hand and hold her in my arms. All this talking and being close to her again was doing things to my head and slowly but surely driving me towards, well, something I wasn't sure I should let happen.

'Are you serious about the band and stuff?' Sam continued, apparently not noticing how deep into my own thoughts I had sunk.

'Yeah, I mean, I know it's hard and everything but I love it, we love it'

'How'd your dad take it?

'Bad I think' I laughed. 'I just upped and left really, Alex told me he was quite pissed and he took away my trust fund and everything but I don't really care anymore.'

'I admire that' she said with a smile 'It takes courage to do something like that'

'Thanks' I said honestly. 'So, here we are' I continued dramatically, spreading my arms wide 'two runaways, out on the streets.'

Sam let out a loud snicker. 'God, it sounds so bad when you put it like that.'

'I don't know it kind of makes me feel like a pirate.'

'A pirate?' She asked with confusion etched all over her face. 'How?'

I shrugged helplessly. 'Dunno, just do.'

'At least you haven't gotten any less weird' she said with a nod. 'Good on ya mate.'

'It takes one to know one' I said with a knowing look that she returned with a warm laugh.

I watched the smile fade from her face until only the slightest hint of it lingered on her lips. She remained silent for a few seconds.

'Why didn't you try to find me?' she said, so softly that I barely heard her.

I looked at her and suddenly noticed that instead of the usual glint in her eyes there was sadness.

'But I did' I said loudly, finally finding my voice. 'I tried for so long and then I finally got hold of your mother and she told me that she'd tell you that I called and…well, you never did'

'She never. I mean, I never…I didn't know' she stumbled on her words, and I could see how important it was for her that I knew that.

'Yeah' I said with a sigh. 'I get that now'. For the fist time that night I felt like we had let go of whatever walls that had been between us and were finally able to speak freely, no matter the consequences. 'Why did you keep trying then? I mean, it's been a year, why didn't you give up?'

Sam replied almost instantly, but she seemed to be talking more to herself than to me. 'I tried to get over it, us, for so long, especially when I didn't hear from you but I just, I don't know, I wanted to see you and see if it was still there or if it was just me, in my head'

"Did she just say what I think she said?"

Months of uncertainty and unanswered questions swarmed my head and not for the first time that night I had slight difficulty breathing. What do I say to that? Should I admit that I still think about her every minute of the day, that it only took me a second to get over the hurt from her not calling me back and hope again? Or do I let the year that has come between us remain there?

Do I tell her that just by looking into my eyes she makes my heart beat faster? I honestly thought that I was getting over her and just like that I realised that I wasn't and even more important, that I didn't want to be.

Was it possible to put the last year behind us and just pick up where we left off? Or was there too much, were we two different people now? Or will… Ok, just shut up now Dougie.

I took a step towards her and before she even had a chance to react I placed my hands on her face and bent down and kissed her. I felt Sam tense up when I touched her but the moment our lips touched she relaxed and kissed me back with such fire that it nearly knocked me over.

My arms automatically found their way around her waist and when she placed her hands at the back of my neck, pulling me even closer, I knew that I had made the right decision.

I gave her one last peck before pulling away slightly. I was dizzy and out of breath but the feeling of Sam leaning her head against my chest was overpowering to all of that. After a few seconds she lifted her head and looked up at me. We looked at each other, a small smile playing on both of our faces and suddenly it was like no time had passed between us. Rewind 365 days and you'd find us in exactly the same position. There was one difference though, I was pretty sure it wouldn't have felt this good a year ago.

During the short walk back to the club neither of us spoke. The wordless communication we had been so good at had somehow reinstated its hold or maybe we were both to happy to say anything at all, I didn't really care, it was nice.

'Isn't it weird that we can do this' Sam finally said looking down at our entwined hands. 'Holding hands and not having to worry about anyone.'

'It feels pretty damn good if I can say so myself.'

'I think you can say so yourself'

I smirked at her. 'Good'

…

After saying goodbye to the guys we made out way outside again only to stop at the entrance. The rain that had been threatening to fall all night was going strong.

'It's raining' I said looking up at the sky.

'Yeah, so?' Sam replied as she stepped of the curb and out onto the street. 'That's never stopped us before.'

It only took me a second before I stepped out with her and turned my face towards the sky, feeling the tingling sensation of raindrops as they hit my skin. I heard Sam giggle next to me, and when I looked over I saw her standing in the same position that I was. I watched her for a few seconds before moving so that I was standing in front of her.

It took her a moment or two to realise that I had moved, but as soon as she did it was like nothing else mattered. It had been a year since the last time, but the feeling was still the same.

Her skin still felt the same under my touch, our two bodies still fit together like they were never meant to do anything else, her lips that softly collided with mine still sent the same shivers through my body and I still felt like the luckiest person alive to be able to hold her in my arms.

We broke away from the kiss but kept our eyes firmly fixed on the others. There was a lot unsaid between us and we both knew it but right there and then wasn't the place for that. All in good time or whatever you say. Together we turned towards the road again.

'Shall we?' I asked her motioning to the road stretching out in front of us.

'Do you even have to ask?'

And that's where we are now. I grab Sam's hand in mine, knowing in my heart, that I will never let it go again.

The End

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'Fairtytale endings are hard to come by in real life...But sometimes, just sometimes, they do come true'