EUPHORIC | t.s.h

part thirty one

"Hey hey don't say that." Riley bent down on her knees as well, bringing her face to his level. She held it between her hands and looked back into his eyes with as much agony.

She too now had streams flowing down her face, her nose red and her eyes twinkling in pain.

"It's okay, it's okay." She took him into his arms and Sam buried his face into her chest, sobbing uncontrollably.

"Whatever happens. It's your choice Riley. If you decide to not have it, I'll be there to hold your hand through it all. If we do have it, then I'll be there to give the two of you the best of all I can." He said with a broken voice, but she couldn't help but feel how genuine it all was. He really meant it.

"I know." She whispered and kissed the top of his head. "I know."

Sam looked up at Riley with a smile on his damp face. He put his forehead with hers and kissed her lips softly.

"If it happens. Your going to be an amazing mother." He whispered as his lips brushed upon hers.

"If it happens. Your going to be an Amazing father."

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"Soccer? Are you serious?!?"

Y/n was standing in the middle of the school soccer field with her hands placed deliberately on her hips and a stern expression on her face.

"Come on! You said doing things I like." Tom yelled as he ran on the field towards his girlfriend. "Plus you look really cute in that cheerleading outfit."

Y/n looked down at what she was wearing and let out a sigh. She was wearing a short skirt that barely covered her body and a tight shirt that stopped in the middle of her stomach, both in brown and white colours.

"You can see my ass in this." She said with a frown.

"Exactly."

Tom smiled and put down the ball on the field line.

"Okay, you know the rules, let's play." He said and ran head fast towards the ball.

"Wait- I don't-?" But before he could hear her Tom had already taken grip of the ball and thrown it straight into the goal.

"Babe, Your amazing but you really need to put up a challenge."

Y/n raised her eyebrows.

One thing you might know about Y/n is that she is incredibly intelligent and sweet. But one thing you wouldn't know about her is that she is also very competitive. It takes one nudge and she can take the whole game into her hands if she wanted too. So really, you wouldn't want to underestimate her.

"I'll show you a challenge." Y/n mumbled and ran towards Tom, toppling him over as he lay grunting on the ground as the ball stayed in Y/n's hands. She placed it in the middle of the field and leered.

"You can't charm me holland." She sniggered as he walked towards her, rubbing off the mud on his legs.

He smirked back.

He remembered the first time she said that to him, he remembered it all.

He stood in front of her looking down at her figure as the ball stood between their feet.

"I can." He said.

A smile spread across Y/n's lips.

"Like this." But instead of leaning in and whispering in her ear he abruptly took hold of the ball and made to run towards the goal.

"I- WHAT?!?" Y/n yelled and quickly strode in his direction only to jump on his back and make him fall to the ground.

Tom laughed as the two of them laid on the ground giggling like the silly teenagers they were with mud across their faces and arms.

Y/n was sitting on top of Tom and they glanced back into each other's eyes in the midst of the laugher.

Tom put away the strands that were falling on Y/n's face behind her ear and grinned as she laughed. He pulled her head closer to his and gently placed his lips upon hers, taking hold of them and making sure to never let her touch go, even from a slight slip.

She kissed him back and smiled through it until he parted with a short distance.

"You know." He whispered. "My ball still went in."

The two of  them looked above them as Tom's ball had crossed the white line that had been drawn with chalk on the green grass.

"Mother fucking Tampon."