Complicated {s.c x reader}

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(A/N- Your First Initial= Y/F/I)

Sam Claflin? How could I ever forget? How could his ocean eyes, sweet smile, and adorable dimples ever be erased from my memory? How could my mind be so busy that I forget about the man that I was once head over heels for? I immediately jump from my warm bed, the drowsiness I had once been over taken by, gone. I swing open my closet door, rummaging through hangers of clothes, fancy dresses I had worn to events, award ceremonies, etc. I swing hanger after hanger of blouses, sweaters, and jackets, and shuffle through boots, high heels, and sneakers until I find what I'm looking for.

A simple wooden box, with a gold lock on it. I trace my finger gently across the delicate cut detailing on the lid. It has swirls and flourishes of ornate decorations cut into the wood, and two letters swiftly and beautifully detailed on the front of the box. The letters: S + Y/F/I.

Sam gave me this box before he moved. He told me to keep this box to remember him every day. We lost touch pretty quickly after that. I never told Sam I loved him. He never told me back. But, deep down, through all those denying feelings and thoughts, I really did love him. I kept it to myself, though. I swiftly opened the box, a flood of feelings shortly came after that. I sat back down on my bed, gently placing the box in front of me. I started to look through every single thing that reminded me of our relationship.

I had put every memory of me and Sam in that box. I first picked up some photo booth pictures. One strip, we were making silly faces and stupid, corny jokes. Another, we were being dramatic, and pretending to be in movies. Another, we were laughing away all our worries, and our last one, we were kissing.

How? How could I forget his kiss?

Every time we kissed, it felt like I had been jolted with lighting. Every time he caressed my cheek and entwined his lips onto mine, I couldn't hold back from kissing him. I got goosebumps on my arms just from thinking about his kiss.

In one picture, we were goofy kissing. Him, mushing my cheeks together, and me doing the same to him while we kiss.

Another, he kissed me on the cheek with his gorgeous grin.

Another, I wrapped my arms around his neck, and threw my head back in laughter as he kissed my neck.

And last, we were passionately kissing. Him, holding my face, his thumb trailing on my cheek. My hands placed on his chest as our lips intertwined in a harmonious kiss.

I put the photo booth pictures to the side, and pulled out Polaroid pictures.

We were walking around Hamilton College, a cold afternoon in November.

Now I remember.

He was taking sweet pictures of me smiling in the light snow. My cheeks rosy, my smile big, my hair cutely curled with tights, a skirt, a winter coat and boots on, with his warm knit scarf that he gave me around my neck. My over sized crochet winter hat covering my forehead, I ran around in the snow, holding onto his hand. We danced around, almost like in a movie. These memories were surreal. I couldn't even believe our relationship was real, it seemed too good to be true.

Another few pictures were at Christmas time, when my family invited him to stay for Christmas because he couldn't go back to England for that time. We were cuddled up in front of the fireplace, a blanket thrown over us, and me cuddled snugly on his chest, my face against his maroon sweater. I had an off-white sweater on, with my hair falling down my shoulders, and my hand placed on his pecs. Sam turned the camera around into a "selfie mode" and smiled his heart-throbbing smile. His grin was so contagious, it made me smile even more.