Complicated {s.c x reader}

I've always dreamed what love would be. Love would be a fairytale, a world that only revolved around me and my prince. We would dance the night away, and fall asleep in each others arms. We would get married, and have a wedding more gorgeous and extravagant than any movie you've seen. We would kiss each other for hours, and melt in each other eyes. We would have beautiful children, and raise a family together. We would grow old, and die together, and live an eternal life, happier than anyone you can imagine.

Yet, love is complicated. Specifically, my love. Love in general is not simple, but for me, it seems the universe likes to torture me.

I would like to give you a word of warning. The story you're about to read is not your average love story. There are touchy things in this story no Disney movie would ever think to grasp. Let us continue...

It all started when I was twenty years old in 2010, a creative writer in Hamilton College. I was sitting on my bed, jamming out to Bruno Mars, thinking of writing prompts to finish my junior year strong. For this assignment, my professor required it to be a love story, which was something I was definitely not the best at. I was writing down countless ideas, but none of them stuck. Finally, I had enough, and got up to take a quick break to a little coffee shop that's open 24 hours. It was nearly midnight, but most college kids were out anyways. I grabbed my phone, keys, and my journal and pen. I made my way to the small little coffee shop down the road from my dorm building. I thought about the same ideas, all done before, or generic enough that it wouldn't cut it. I entered the coffee shop, sitting at a secluded corner near the window.

I ordered a coffee, and looked around for inspiration. Nothing. I think and think, but nothing comes to me. It was like my brain is stuck in one place, and nothing could help it.

Wait...I thought.

Stuck in one place...I can work with that

I jotted down the word 'Stuck' on a fresh piece of paper, and let the ideas flow to me. But there had to be something that prevented the two from falling in love. It wasn't a Romeo and Juliet situation. It was something real. A barrier that was relevant.

A man with a disability falls in love with a girl...

A woman with autism falls in love with a man...

A bipolar man falls in love with a man...

A schizophrenic woman falls in love with a woman...

No...

I looked around the mostly empty coffeehouse, clearly frustrated. The only person there was a man working on his laptop, with two empty coffee cups next to him. He had brown hair, with a hint of caramel throughout, and a bit of a curl, framing his face. He had stubble on his sharp jawline, and dimples that made my heart beat fast. I guess he noticed me staring, and looked up at me. His dark blue-green eyes made my heart flutter, and he gave me a smile, showing off his gorgeous dimples that gave my butterflies. He winked at me before returning to work on his laptop. I smiled back, and returned to writing ideas down on my journal. My heart still was beating fast, and I had to wipe my clammy hands on my black jeans a few times before I could return to writing. That man was gorgeous, and I couldn't get him out of my mind. I guess my frustration melted away..

I put my hair in a bun, and tried to think out of the box for my story.

What is original? What is a story that no one has ever thought to write before? A love story that's complicated, but beautiful at the same time...

How about a quadriplegic man who falls in love with a quirky girl? I thought.

A smile appeared on my face, and I quietly squealed, knowing this was the one. This was going to be a story that will appear on the screens one day. I'm going to make this story award-winning.

I started to write wherever my mind would take me. I filled three whole pages, front and back, of just the plot and context and backgrounds of the characters. I had my ideas written in stone, and all I had to do was write the rest of the story. I closed my journal, and finished the rest of my coffee. I got ready to leave the cafe, when the man approached me.

"Hey.." He said in an English accent.

"Hi." I said, smiling immediately.

"I'm Sam. Sam Claflin" He said, holding out his hand for a handshake.

"Y/F/N Y/L/N." I replied, shaking his hand.

"I couldn't help but notice you writing feverishly in your notebook. Do you go to Hamilton?" He asked, referring to my college.

"Yeah! Do you?" I asked, sitting back down at my table as he did the same across from me.

"No, just taking an extra class. I'm more into acting than writing." He said, his laptop now in a leather bag.

"Oh, nice! My brother is an actor at East Carolina." I said, smiling at the man.

"Cool, very cool. So, what is your story about?" He said, sipping more coffee.

"Promise you won't splurge my ideas?" I asked.

"Promise."

"Okay..It's going to be about a quadriplegic man who falls in love with a girl." I said.

"Wow..That's going to be amazing." He said.

"Thank you." I nodded, blushing a bit.

"If you ever make a movie, can I play the quadriplegic man?" He asked, tilting his head at me.

"Of course." I said, smiling. He smiled back, his dimples showing outside of his smile. It made me smile even bigger, it was like it's contagious.

"Can I have your number?" He asked, holding his phone out.

"Yeah.." I replied, entering my number in his phone.

He asked me if he could walk me back to my dorm, and I agreed. We were talking about our lives, dilly-dallying so we could spend more time together.

"So, whereabouts you from?" I asked.

"Ipswich, England. What about you?" He said.

"(Insert Hometown Here.)" I said

"Very nice.." He said, walking down the hall of my dorm by my side.

I stopped in front of my door, and turned to face Sam.

"It was very nice meeting you. I hope we can talk more sometime." I said, smiling.

"Yeah, same here. I had a lot of fun. It was great to get a break and meet a pretty girl at the same time." He said, smiling.

"Thank you.." I said, getting a little shy.

"My pleasure. I'll call you?" He said

"Please.." I said, opening my door, and smiling at him once more. I shut the door after he waved goodbye, and hopped on my bed to start writing this story. I couldn't believe I met a gorgeous man and found my story in the same night. I smiled at the thought of his complexion, and opened my laptop to write the rough draft of my story. I already knew the title, immediately as I started to type..

Me Before You