You were curled up against his chest, ever so often nuzzling your face against his bare skin. His arm was securely wrapped around you, holding you as you peacefully slept.

Sam brushed some stray hairs out of your face, listening to the slow and even breaths you took.

In a world full of chaos, particularly one that Sam lived as a content creator, you seemed to be his peace. He found refuge when he was with you.

You were a normal girl, one that opted to stay out of the spotlight. Your identity was hidden, your desire for clout and fame nonexistent. You adored Sam for what he truly was, a young man with aspirations and wild adventures.

You created easy silence in a life full of overstimulating constant noise. Sam pressed a soft kiss to your forehead, admiring you. You stirred slightly, your eyes slowly opening. "Hi," You greeted sleepily. Sam felt bad, having woken you up. "Sorry, I didn't mean to wake you," He apologizes.

You gave him a sleepy smile, shaking your head. "Relax, you know I always sleep in. It's probably noon by now anyways right?" You asked.

The two of you were in a hotel near the Lizzie Borden house, the boys investigating it until dawn the night prior. You were their enthusiastic cameraman, who passed out from exhaustion the moment you both returned to your hotel room.

Sam struggled with consistent sleep, his mind always running a mile an hour. Somehow sleeping beside you made it easier, but he always woke up first out of habit.

Sam grabbed his phone, checking the time. You hissed at the brightness, hiding your face in his chest. "It's about 1:30," Sam concluded, tossing his phone aside.

You re-emerged from hiding, yawning. "Sounds about right, you shower yet?" You hummed. Sam shook his head, running his fingers through his hair.

His morning had already been stressful, twitter having a field day with attempting to cancel him for the prices of his and Colby's merch.