Twilight Wolf Pack Preferences

If You Don't Know- 5SOS (Famous Series)

Y/N/N- Your Nickname

Sam- When I woke, it was gone. There was no tomorrow.  It had been 3 weeks. You were on your way home to see Sam. You were nervous, but you knew you had to work things out.
He had given you the space you asked for, only calling once a week to check on you. You kept yourself busy with Sofia and Dove, shopping, going out to eat, and learning your lines together.

As sad as you were to part with your new friends, you couldn't deny that you were excited as you pulled up to the familiar secluded house.

Your siblings, Seth and Leah, were the first to greet you, followed by the rest of the pack. The pack cheered and laughed as you were passed from person to person. You had completely forgotten about your problems with Sam, until you felt the familiar arms wrap around your waist from behind. The laughed slowly died down, confirming your thoughts.

"Um, hey, Jake... didn't we have a... thing... to do?" Seth stuttered.

"Oh, yeah. I, um, forgot... come on, guys..." Jake awkwardly muttered before the entire pack sprinted towards the beach. You didn't turn around.

"Listen, Y/N." He began. "I messed up. Big time. I know I did. I've just been stressed out, but that's no reason to take it out on you. Can we please be okay again?"

"You know nothing will change, Sam. If you're gonna get upset every time I leave, this will never work. My career has to come first. It just has to." You answered. He turned you around.

"I know," he said, "and I'm okay with that. I love you for who you are. Your career is part of you and it was wrong of me to try to take that away."

"Okay," you answered. "It's just... I just don't know how to make this work. Sam, you're gone all the time when I'm here. You run patrol, you have meeting, you know, pack stuff. You get mad and act like I don't put you first, but the pack comes first to you. I'm not saying that's a bad thing because it's not. I'm just saying if this is gonna work you have to be at least a little more understanding. You're the one who imprinted on an actress."

"I know. I'll work on it." He said.

"Okay."

"So where do we stand now?" He asked. You bit your lip, unsure of how to respond.

"Maybe we just need to slow down for a bit, Sam." You said, refusing to meet his eyes.

"If that's what you want..." He huffed slightly. "I've gotta go."

"Um... yeah. Me too."

"Bye, Y/N."

"Bye, Sam."

Seth: Let's forget the past. I swear we'll make this last. You woke up to a knock on your door. "Y/N? Come on. Open up."

It was Jake. You ignored it. "Please, Y/N."

You ignored it again. You heard his footsteps as he left.

Three days passed. You didn't sleep. You didn't eat. You didn't answer the phone. You only got up once, on the second day, and it was to take a shower.

Another day passed, and you only got up to get a drink of water. At 7AM, on the fourth day, you were forced to come back to reality when you heard someone rapidly knocking on your door. "Y/N, open the damn door!"

Paul.

"I swear, if you don't open this door in two seconds!"

Embry.

You didn't move.

"Y/N/N, please just open the door."

That was Sam.