Complicated {s.c x reader}

(A/N- to clear any confusion, this is taking place in 2015, a year before the movie Me Before You was released. I will let you know any date changes. also, i've decided to change some name's because this is a fictional story. see you all later!)

Recap:

*A FEW WEEKS LATER*

My whole apartment was packed up. Everywhere you stepped, every corner you turned, was countless brown boxes and empty space. The only things I didn't have packed up where my toiletries, a few pairs of clothes, and a blowup mattress with pillows and blankets. My family and friends helped me move (basically) my whole living lifestyle into boxes. I was so thrilled to be moving to warm, sunny Los Angeles, but so miserable that I was leaving the only life I've ever known.

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In case you're wondering, I have tried my best to stop thinking about Sam. I have been pretty successful, waking up to look forward to a new day, and a new future. I was counting down the days until I would be flying out to my new life in big, bright, warm, and adventurous L.A. I had contacted a real estate agent to sell my apartment, and luckily it sold pretty quickly. I would be leaving in two days to my new, but small, house in L.A.

It had an amazing view of the city, a big balcony, lots of windows, a stainless steel kitchen with granite counters, a marble bathroom, and a gorgeous master bedroom. I was beyond excited to move to California, and make a movie that would be all over the world.

I lay on my blowup mattress, my head towards the ceiling. Like I said, I've tried my best to stop thinking about Sam. There had been nights where I couldn't help but Google his name again, and there had been nights where I'd regret even talking to him in 2010.

I mean, he's fricking married! Like, actually! He has a wife, a happy life, and maybe even kids sometime soon! It's just...crazy to think that only a couple years after we broke up, he was married.

Sam and I talked about marriage. I mean, we were in love, but we didn't admit it. He told me once that he insisting on knowing the women he wanted to marry for at least three years before being committed. Obviously, he ignored that, and married this girl in 2013.

I shouldn't be jealous, I don't even know this girl and I'm already sorta envious. I know I shouldn't be, I broke up with Sam.

But, I loved him.

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*RING, RING, RING!*

My alarm blared throughout my empty room. I groaned and shut it off. I had to meet with my real estate agent to finish off some paperwork, a pretty boring day if you ask me. I rolled over on my air mattress, rubbing my eyes and neck. This air mattress wasn't the most comfortable on a stressed girl.

I was leaving for L.A in two days. Two. Fricking. Days. It was unbelievable really. Whenever I thought of L.A, my heart started pounding and my stomach got butterflies. I know I've said this a million times, but I can't wait until I finally see those bright lights, glamorous cities, and gorgeous views. A few movers were going to help me unload into my new house. Oh yeah, did I mention that I am THRILLED for my new house? Of course I did, I just can't wait.

While I was writing Me Before You, I of course, thought about the characters. Louisa Clark was quite quirky, loved bright colors and cute things. A childish girl, frankly.

William Traynor was a hottie. Sorry to be weird, but that's just how I imagined him. I imagined him being the richest, most gorgeous man you could imagine. But then, his life got flipped upside down when he got run over on the street, causing him to be quadriplegic.