Chapter 4: Hidden Feelings

The boat pulls into the docks.
The press are there already shoving their microphones in our faces. I can't handle all of the attention. Sam notices my distress. She pushes her way to me and grabs my hand, linking out fingers together.

My heart skips a beat. What is this feeling? I can't explain it. Every time I see her my heart races. Every time she touches me, my head spins. At that moment a thought that makes my heart jump into my throat enters my mind. This can't be love can it? No it can't be right? I've known Sam for agers but I've never felt like this before.

... Crap, I think I have feelings for Sam.

I look down at her hand locked around mine. I squeeze her hand. She looks at me with a smile.

"You okay sweetie?" She asks, leaning in close to me until I can feel her breathe on my neck.

"Hmm I'm fine" I mumble back, looking at the ground to hid my blush from her.

We finally reach cars and dive in before the press kill us.

"Shit, what a crowd" Sam pants.

"Yeah well, we did survive that crazy island after all" I sigh at the memories. Roth...

I hold my breath, trying to force the tears back. Sam see's my eyes getting watery and moves over beside me and locks our hands together. She sighs and rests her head on my shoulder. I inhale deeply. I can't stand her being this close to me but I can't do anything, not here anyway. I lay my head on hers and close my eyes.

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We arrive at the airport, yet again more crowds surround us. I cling to Sam, hoping she'll protect me from some of the press. She loops her arms through mine. I can't help but smile.

"If another press person sticks their microphone in my face, I swear I'll kick them in the face" I mumble.

Sam giggles and locks our fingers together. I smile while trying to avoid all the microphones being shoved in my face.

"Why can't the press get though their thick skulls that we don't want to talk to them?" I ask.

Sam smiles and shrugs her shoulders.

We climb up the stairs to the plane and enter the cabin.

"Woah, who knew that the press could be so annoying" I say as I fall down into a chair. "I feel sorry for people who get that everyday"

Sam goes to sit in the chair opposite me but then seeing that the chairs a big enough to sit two people, decides to sit in the same chair as me. My heart pounds as she puts one of her legs under mine. I try to hid my blush under my bangs but I didn't do it quick enough and Sam sees.

"Sweetie you okay? you're face is turned red" She asked touching my face which then makes more blood rush to my cheeks.

"I'm fine, just flustered from all the press that's all" I say as I turn away from her.

"Aww that's so cute Lara" She giggles as she rests her head on my chest. "Lara?"

"Hm?"

"Thank you" She softly whispers.

"Why are you thanking me?"

"You saved me from... Him and now you're here, even though you might not admit it you're still protecting me, watching over me like a Guardian Angel" She whispers into my chest.

I don't reply, I just kiss the top of her head. She'll never know it but in reality she's saving me from drowning. I could never cope with everything that happened if I didn't have Sam with me.

I feel the plane start to rumble and I clip the safety belt around us both. The plane starts to tip upwards and before I know it we're flying higher and higher into the clouds, making our way home.

[A/N] Hey, thanks for still reading my story :D I know it might be getting boring but I like to include every small detail about Lara and Sam's relationship. Hopeful next chapter something interesting with happen, maybe I haven't decided yet. Stay tuned for more! P.S sorry this chapter is short, I have a lot of stuff going on right now and I have little or no time to write. Sorry! :d