Complicated {s.c x reader}

(all characters are made up except Sam Claflin, Thea Sharrock, and Louisa Clark. All others are merely coincidental)

I drive straight home, opening my door with my new keys. I throw my bag on the counter top and jump head first onto my cozy bed. I lay there for awhile, not daring to check my phone that could have a text notification from Sam or Thea.

I just moved here and things are already going awry. I roll over to retrieve my laptop, opening various emails and watching random videos. I decide to go on the Trending page of YouTube.

Big Mistake.

A thumbnail of a video immediately catches my eye. The title of the video makes me sit straight up, and a knot form in the pit of my stomach.

"Sam Claflin and Y/N Y/L/N Romantically Reunited!"

I hesitantly click on the video. I know I shouldn't. I know it would probably make everything worse, but I couldn't help it. A celebrity magazine brand posted the video.

Ugh, those people are always the worst.

A woman appears on the screen wearing a bright pink dress and perfectly straight blonde hair.

"Hey everybody! I'm Brittney Fuller and you're watching Celebrity Insight. First, we have a juicy picture of Sam Claflin and ex-lover Y/N Y/L/N getting a little too close and personal. Sam Claflin is married to Rachel Woods, and are expecting a child very soon. But now that Y/N is in the picture again, will their marriage be in jeopardy? Subscribe to our channel to find out!"

Are you kidding me? This is absolute garbage! There is no way I would break up a married couple. This is disgusting! Celebrity junk always puts words in other people's mouths. Trash.

I slam my laptop shut and immediately go into the bathroom to start a bath. I pour in some bubble bath and play some music. Even though the bath should make me calm, something is flowing through my veins. Something not good. Something horrible.

A cocktail of emotions pounds in my head; a headache forms immediately. I lay almost fully in the bath, my face only peeking out of the warm water. I try to rub my temples, but a pit of envy develops in my stomach.

Envy? No! Ha..no, not envy...

Anger? No! Definitely not...

Who am I kidding, I'm jealous and angry right now.

The problem is, I don't know what or who I'm jealous at.

Another problem: I have no right to be jealous or angry.

WHY am I even thinking about Sam? He's married for Christ's sake and has a baby on the way. Literally.

Oh yeah, another problem. He auditioned for my movie. No one else's audition even compared to his emotion and skill.

Ping!

New Message: Thea- Y/N, where are you?

I reach out of the bath for my phone that is lit up with Thea's notification. I silence my phone and lay back in the tub. I'm trying so hard to relax that I stress out even more. In the dimly lit room I can see my phone light up once more.

New Message: Thea- are you okay?

No, I'm not okay. The man I loved who spasmodically left me just popped back into my life.

Isn't that something worth being upset over?

My phone started to light up every two seconds. At one point, it would just remain lit up with all the notifications I was getting. Twitter, Instagram, Snapchat, iMessage, Voicemails, you name it,  were blowing up. I just closed by eyes and laid in the bath. I felt indentations in my palms from my clenching fists.