"We just don't think you're right for the role."
Sam blinked, trying to hold back tears. She nodded and smiled, standing up. She left the script on the table.
"Thank you for coming today, Miss Miller."
She nodded again and opened the door, closing it softly behind her. Her head down, she hurried down the hallway and to the stairs. The tears she'd been holding back spilled down her cheeks and blurred her vision, but Sam didn't care if she slipped or fell.
I fucked up I fucked up I fucked up
Reaching the bottom, she ignored the looks she got from people and walked out of the building. She took a deep breath. It came back to her that Sebastian was still waiting for her in the side-street, and her crying got worse. She was struggling to breath properly by the time she rounded the corner and started walking back to her apartment.
She couldn't face Sebastian, not after how confident he'd been that she'd get the part.
Her phone buzzed. Sam ignored it and carried on walking.
Wiping her eyes, she focused on keeping it together until she got home. She had to do it. It wasn't that far, anyway. And if she kept to the side streets, she could dodge the lunch time crowd.
Her phone buzzed again. This time it kept going though. Someone was calling her. Sam pushed the thought to the back of her mind and kept walking, as fast as she could with tears blurring her vision. It was a good thing she knew this area.
I can't believe I fucked it up
A middle-aged woman with her daughter asked her if she was alright. That just made Sam cry harder. She nodded without looking at her and hurried off, noting with relief that she was in her neighborhood now.
Sam started jogging. She was so close now. Swerving through a crowd of tourists she burst through the doors of her apartment building, sobbing as she pressed the button for an elevator.
It seemed like forever until it came, the doors sliding apart so slowly it was almost cruel. Samantha hurried in, hastily pressing the button for her floor. She thanked her lucky stars there was noone already in there; she didn't think she could bare the humiliation of facing another person like this.
Slowly, the lift started moving up. The girl covered her face with her hands, sobbing uncontrollably.
This had been her dream. She had waited for this opportunity for almost her entire life. She'd tried so hard. So goddamn hard.
But it hadn't been good enough.
Sam let her tears drip down her cheeks, not bothering to wipe them away as new ones would replace them in no time.
The lift doors opened and the girl shuffled out, dragging her feet as she rummaged around in her shoulder bag. Her keys were at the very bottom. Sam pulled them out, and with them fell a piece of paper. She bent down to pick it up.
I believe in you :) x
It was from Sebastian.
Samantha started sobbing harder, her hands beginning to shake. Her knees buckled under her and she hurried to get her door open, but she could hardly slot the key in - her tears were blurring everything together into one huge mess.
Suddenly, she felt a hand grab hers, guiding her key into the lock. She jumped, her breathing becoming panicked. The person ushered her inside, and she spun around, unable to speak because of her sobbing. Sam blinked and tried to see who was closing her door for her.
Sebastian smiled at her sadly, opening his arms. Sam rushed into them, sobbing into the soft material of his shirt. He rubbed her back in soothing circles and Sam's knees gave way.
She crumpled to the floor and took him with her. Sebastian pulled her onto his lap, delicately brushing the hair from her face as she cried and cried and cried.
"I fucked it up." She mumbled, sniffing.
"No, you didn't. You tried your best."
"But it wasn't good enough!" She sobbed, clutching onto him as he shook his head. Sebastian pulled away, lowering his head so he could look her in the eye. Sam wiped her eyes.
"Sam, look at me."
"No." She mumbled childishly, but he caught her chin, bringing it up so they were face to face.
"Sam. It wasn't your fault, okay? You're amazing and wonderful and fantasticly talented. Trust me."
"But I let you down." Sam's sobbing broke up her sentence, her eyes shutting as more tears fell. Sebastian wiped them away with his thumb, smiling at her.
"You didn't let me down. You were perfect." He said, hugging her. Sam carried on crying against his chest. He smoothed down her hair and hesitated before pressing a kiss to the top of her head, making her crying slow. "You're prefect." He whispered into her hair.
They stayed like that for a while. Sebastian rocked them back and forth, slowly, soothingly, until Sam's sobbing turned into the occasional sniffle or gulp of breath.
They stayed like that until Sam fell asleep, and until Sebastian realised he was falling for her.
Hi guys! Just to let you know, there's probably about two chapters left of this fic. I'm really trying to keep writing, but if these last few chapters seem off or are pieces of shit then it's because I'm writing so many other things at the moment. I'm an idiot, I know.
Thank you for reading! Please vote & comment if you think it deserves it. Also you can comment suggestions for the ending (I need them, trust me).
Love, Elizabeth x
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Samantha Miller is an aspiring actress. Her dreams are simple: work for Marvel, get a nice apartment, get her parents something nice for Christmas. Maybe get a dog. Meeting Sebastian Stan wasn't on this list, but she didn't really mind. It was a bon...