Complicated {s.c x reader}

4

Recap:

"Hello. My name is Sam Claflin and I will be auditioning for William Traynor."

Sam Claflin, oka-

WAIT.

WHAT?!

I immediately look up, locking eyes with the man I was in love with. Both our eyes go wide, and my throat starts to get tight. I feel like my heart is pounding loud enough for Dubai to hear it, and he just stands there, frozen.

Sam Claflin?

"Ahem." He clears his throat quietly. He looks down at his script, shaking ever so slightly in his hands. His lips purse together and his Adam's apple moves up and down while he squeezes his eyes shut a little.

"Whew." He silently breaths out quickly. Tears brim in the corner of my eyes. Thea shoots me a questionable look, and all I can think is:

Why?
Why?
Why?!

The script in my hand shakes. I'm supposed to read Louisa's lines. How the hell am I supposed to do that? Act like the years of our love never happened?!

"Y/N.." Adam whispered.

"Yeah, Yeah.." I whisper back.

Okay, Y/N. Just. Breathe.

"Just..uh, j-just start when you're ready..." I stutter, looking back up at Sam. His ocean eyes stared right back at me with a tinge of green in them.

"G-great." He smiles, showing his dimples.

"I have to tell you something." He starts, his eyebrows furrowing.

"I know. I know about Switzerland, I have known for months. Listen I know this is not how you would have chosen it, but I can make you happy." I deliver the lines, my actress part of me coming out. I did a LOT of theater when I was younger, so this was fun for me.

"No." Sam says. His voice gravelly with emotion.

"What?" I ask

"No Clarke. This could be a good life, but it's not my life, it's not even close. You never saw me before. I loved my life. I really loved it. I can't be the kind of man who just accepts this." He speaks with such emotion, causing my breathing to fluctuate. I've never see him act like this before. I saw him in a play at Hamilton, but the way he clenched his jaw and raised his voice at the perfect time delivered the character perfectly. I was too focused on him until I realized I wrote something on my notebook page with shaky handwriting.

"He's William Traynor."

"You're not giving it a chance, you're not giving me a chance. I have become a whole new person these last six months because of you." I say. I put true emotion into this because, well, it was true.

"I know and thats why I can't have you tied to me. I don't want you to miss all the things that someone else can give you. And selfishly I don't what you to look at me one day and feel event he tiniest bit of regret or pity." He says, furrowing his brows, speaking with a rich voice, like liquid gold.