#backtofriends

This is a Sombr fanfic. Please enjoy I’ll try and get a chapter out once every two days or so. Happy reading my fellow Sombr fans :)

Slightly proofread not fully though.

The air is thick as body push up against one another to get as close as they can to the barricade. I keep my arm linked with my friend. I hate concerts... well I hate the waiting. It's frustrating, people just push and shove. I hate being so close to people, but this is what my friend wanted. An hour passes and my feet feel like they're on fire. I stand on my toes to relieve the pain.

The lights finally dime and screams abrupt. The hall echoes, heads turn the the stage. My breathing hitches and there he is, all six feet nine inches of him. His black hair falls in his eyes just how it always does. My throat tightens as I look at him taking in the praise from the crowd. He looks the same just without the gleam in his eyes. His voice pierces through the air, “Hello, New York!” He looks out into the crowd, his eyes taking in every adoring fan. His eyes land on me and something flickers in his eyes. I bite my lip and look away. I can feel his pain from here. The band starts and just like that he’s back into character. I stand, staring at him as he towers over the mic stand and sings. People around us scream his lyrics but my mind is trapped in the night one year ago.

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August 8th 2024:

It’s strange tonight. The air is neither hot nor cold it’s a nice medium. I don’t know whether to shrug my jacket off or keep it on. I walk into a 711 and grab a monster and some lays before heading to pay. I turn to leave when I run into a wall of human flesh. I hear my nose crunch and I wince, “Shit.”

I glance up, nearly breaking my neck, “You good?” His voice soft but rough. I blink the light behind him making him look like a fallen angel, “Hello?” He clicks his fingers in front of me face.

“I’m okay.” I finally answer. My nose throbs. I can feel bruises forming under my eyes already, “Sorry about running into.” I take a few steps back out of his personal space, “I should’ve been paying attention.” I bend and pick up my monster.

When I straighten he’s gone. I scoff in confusion and exit the 711. I make it one block when I hear the pounding of footsteps behind me. My back straighten as I turn slightly to see who’s approaching me.

It’s that guy from 711. I slow and let him catch up, “Gosh,” he pants, “Give me a minute.” He rest his hands on his knees and takes a few deep breaths, before straightening and looking at me, “Your nose.” I blink slowly, “Here.” He passes me some tissues, “For the blood.”

My fingertips touch the top of my lip where blood pools. How did I not notice? I take the tissues and wipe the blood, “Thank you.” I give him a small smile. I probably look crazy with my frazzled hair and bloody nose.

“This is going to sound strange, but my hotel is just a bit further down why don’t you come in and actually wash your face with some warm water?” I don’t even take a second to think about how crazy the question was I just nod and we both fall in sync walking to his hotel.

When he opens the hotel room I enter the realisation hitting me that I just followed a random man back to his apartment, “What’s your name?” I ask. My body tensing, as he moves to drop his keys on the table.

“Sombr.” My brows furrow. Why does that name sound familiar? I question. I finally really look at him. Tall and slim, black fluffy hair and brown eyes. My eyes widen. Holy shit! I’m in Sombr’s hotel room a singers hotel room.

I squeeze my clammy hands, “I’m Heather.” He nods.

“The bathroom is this way.” He opens a door and nods. I walk in and close the bathroom door. I wash the blood off of my face before walking back out.

He sits on the couch his arms spread out along the back, “Thank you.” He looks over to me and smiles, “Well I should get going.” His smile slips for a second.

“Would you want to watch a movie?” The question catches me by surprise.

“What?” My tone harsher than I meant.

“Sorry I know I’m probably coming off a bit creepy, but you seem cool and would like to get to know you better, so movie?” He asks.

Just like that I sit down on the couch and spend the best weekend of my life in Sombr’s hotel room with him.

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The memories from August last year flood my memories. Heat creeps up my cheeks. ‘Back To Friends’ starts playing. His coffee eyes meet mine as he sings every single lyric directly at me.

I feel every ounce of pain behind the words he sings. God how I wish I didn’t cause him pain. I bite my lip to hold back the tears as he finishes the song and says goodnight. As everyone moves to leave my feet stay planted solid in place. I lose sight of my friend. Everyone pushes and shoves around me, but I stand frozen, staring at the microphone, “Miss.” My attention snaps to the security guard, “Miss would you come with me please.” I don’t say anything I just follow the security guard backstage.

There he sits on a black leather couch drinking a bottle of water, “Hello sweetheart.”

Sorry it's been awhile but here it is slightly proofread and spicy.

My hands drop to the towel around his waist. He’s quick to grab my hands, “Patience my sweet Delilah.” His voice rough and taunting, “First a drink.” He leads me out of the bathroom and back into the bedroom where he drops the towel. My eyes drop to him immediately. He smirks as he pulls on grey sweats.

I look away and bite my lip, heat creeps up the back of my neck. He leads me back into the main room and pours us two glasses of wine, “You know how I get when I drink wine.” I say sipping the red liquor.

He laughs softly the sound that melts my heart. I remember the last time we saw each other. The way my heart beat faster when I saw him for the first time. I didn’t know who he was back then until after our romantic weekend. When he left New York I searched him up and that was the last time I heard from him, “So am I your New York booty call?” I tease drinking my wine quicker than normal.

He runs his hand over his jaw a dark glint in his eyes, “You aren’t a booty call.” He says matter of factly. I scoff rolling my eyes, “I mean it Dee you were the only one I was with last year.” I laugh, full chest laugh.

He’s a charmer that’s for sure, “Yeah sure Sombr. God you think I’m dumb? You didn’t contact me after you left.” He finishes his glass of wine. He sets it down a little too roughly on the coffee table, “Hit a nerve?” I taunt.

He stalks towards me, taking the glass from my hand, “You left no number to contact.” He growls low in my ear, “On your knees, seems I need to fuck that attitude out of your mouth.” I gasp, rubbing my thighs together, “Now.” His voice is deep and commanding.

I sink to my knees in front of him. He runs his fingers through my hair before pulling my head back. I hiss softly as my head burns from my hair being pulled, “Such a pretty girl on your knees for me.” I reach out to grab the waistband of his sweatpants but he pushes my hands away, “Greedy little thing aren’t you?” He teases, rubbing my hand over his length, “Beg for it princess.”

I love assigning music to each chapter. Because of this, I wanted to share some songs that were on repeat as I wrote each chapter.

All the songs were inspired parts of the story and although they may not be accurate to the emotions translated throughout, there was a reason for things being written in.

Here are the songs:

Chapter 1: Back to Friends, by sombr

Chapter 2: affection, by BETWEEN FRIENDS

Chapter 3: Just Like Heaven, by The Cure

Chapter 4: I Want Someone Badly, by Jeff Buckley

Enjoy Chapter Two of the Sombr fanfic :)

Slightly proofread.

His leather jacket groans as he adjusts on the couch, “Sombr.” I look straight at him not shying away, “What can I do for you?” A lazy smile stretches across his face.

He leans forward, “You look stunning.” His eyes drift all over my body.

I scoff and roll my eyes, “What do you want?” I ask.

“I’m in New York for the week.” He stands. His height tower over me, “Here’s the hotel I’m staying at and room number. I hope to see you there.” He leans down and presses a kiss on my forehead. He lingers for a second before he disappears into his dressing room.

I crumple the piece of paper in my hand and walk away. My heart races, my pulse through the roof. The crumpled piece of paper burns in my hand. Temptation rushes through my veins. Don’t do it. I repeat in my head, but yet I find myself standing outside the hotel. I really shouldn’t it will just end like last time, oh but how I crave to be with him again.

People give me weird glances as they enter the hotel. Heat radiates all over my body. I walk into the hotel and head to the reception desk, “Hi, I’m looking for room 108.” She smiles at me and nods.

“Can I have your name?” She asks.

“Delilah.”

She nods and types away at the keyboard, “Okay here’s your key just head on up.” I thank her and make my way to the elevator. My hands shake as I press the button. When the elevator doors open and I step in I know I’ve sealed my fate.

The elevator ride is quick. Too quick I don’t get a chance to think about what I’m doing before the elevator doors open and I make my way down to 108. When I get there I debate whether to knock or use the key the receptionist gave me. I shrug and swipe the key opening the door. I walk in and don’t see him anywhere, “Hello?” I call out, “Sombr?” I walk into the bedroom and notice the bathroom door open and I can hear the shower running.

I pause before walking into the bathroom. His back is to me as water runs down his body. I watch him for a minute until he turns around and spots me. A small smile spreads across his lips as he shuts the shower off and gets out. I watch as the water droplets make him look like he’s glistening. I lick my lips.

He watches me watch him through the mirror, “I’m glad you came.” He says and wraps a towel around his waist as he closes the space between us, “I missed.” He leans down and whispers in my ear, “So fucking much.” His breath is hot against my ear. I shiver.

“This is a dumb idea.” I whisper.

He laughs softly. The deep sound of it bouncing off the bathroom walls, “It may be dumb but it sure will be pleasureful.” His hand wraps around my neck as he pulls me in. His lips crash onto mine as he kisses me roughly.

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