Complicated {s.c x reader}

17

"Of course, babe. Any time!" 

Suddenly, we hear the patio door open and a deep voice interrupt our conversation. I see a rushed Matthew Lewis shoot us a smile.

"Girls, the cars are outside! Breakfast is over, I'm afraid." He waves at us.

"Thanks, Matt!" Emilia smiles back as we re-enter the banquet hall. Just in time, because a cold rain began to pour from the sky. I smile, knowing rain always helps to wash away any lingering stress.

I snagged my muffin from our table before scurrying away to the car. I guess talking to Sam is going to have to wait.

As the morning ticks by slowly but surely, I find myself nowhere near Sam to apologize. He's filming the motor-cycle crash scene when I'm free, and I'm helping finish costumes for Jenna and Emilia when Sam's available.

I decide it's better to wait until the end of the day, anyways. Sam used to tell me how he needed to get focused before scenes, get into character. He told me that the worst thing is to have something on his mind while filming or acting.

 I don't want him angry at me anymore, I just want things to be better.

I realize that...maybe I'm not worthy for Sam. I understand I've made one mistake. Anyone is allowed to make mistakes, but this is different. I strung him along, and I just feel like I owe him for an apology for everything that I have done or said in the past.

I just hope he forgives me, and we can move on. Knowing him so well, I'm sure we'll work through this.

I have a choice to make. Sam or James.

I choose Sam, but...I'm not sure if he feels the same anymore.

I just pray he does.

It's funny how nerves can make the time tick by so slowly, isn't it?

The afternoon seems to pass so slowly, but the constant sound of dropping rain helps to distract me from the upcoming conversation I must have. Knowing every hour was an hour closer to tonight, I almost dread saying the words "CUT!" at the end of the day.

Everyone packs up. Muffled voices, light laughter, bright smiles. I ignore it all, and quickly grab my bags so I can catch up to Sam in his trailer.

I feel my heart in my throat. Our days together seem so perfect, so dream-like, that any fight or tension between us just rips me to shreds. 

With rain pouring violently down my umbrella, I feel my hair and shoulders get wet. I lift my shaky hand to knock on his trailer door. The cold aluminum hits my knuckles tens of times, before someone tells me he has gone back to the hotel hours ago. They say he felt sick.

I feel sick, too.

Running towards the cars, my boots slosh with mud and water. I make a mental note to never buy a dollar store umbrella again, and slam the car door shut from the windy rain. The whole car ride to the hotel, I could feel dread settling into my body like an illness.

Sure, there's a HUGE possibility Sam actually got a bug or something, but what's the probability he left early because he couldn't stand knowing I was close by?

Stop, overthinking, Y/N. Just calm down. Everything will be fine. 

The car stops roughly in front of the hotel. The once light rain had turned into a thrashing storm.

"Thank you," I mutter, exiting the car with my hands full of bags and sopping-wet clothes.

Okay, I'll change out of my clothes, put my bags down, and go straight to Sam's hotel room.