Liar-Liar (A Thomas Brodie-Sangster Imagine)

What's Wrong?

The next day, I really didn't feel like getting out of bed.

Thomas noticed a little after lunch time when he had tried to coax me out of bed with the idea of ham and cheese sandwiches. But I just didn't feel hungry or have the energy.

"What's wrong, love?" Thomas asks, laying down in front of me.

I shrug and look down at the sheets.

"C'mon, love. What's going on?" Thomas asks me sincerely. I look up and instantly get caught in his deep, brown eyes. It seemed to break me enough that I felt the sting of tears coming into my eyes.

Thomas sees and wraps me to his chest. I hug back, not caring to hide the tears. Thomas understood to stay quiet until I wanted to talk.

I couldn't be more thankful than at this moment.

"Depression." I finally choke out. Thomas looks at me and I take a shaky breath. "I have depression. I've never really been diagnosed by a professional, but it's obvious. I don't have energy for everything, I sleep a lot, I go on and off on things I'm interested in, I feel drained by things easily, and I'm just... empty. Most days I'm ok, but then I go to a big social gathering like that or I've held it together for so long that I just... I crack. And then I don't feel like getting out of bed."

Thomas stays silent, holding me closely as I feel more of my wall break away.

The silence soon becomes overbearing, as if it were a towering tsunami wave. I tried to stay afloat, but I couldn't handle it. Yet right as I open my mouth, Thomas starts speaking.

"I'm sorry, love. I didn't know." He finally says. "If you want, we can just stay here today, I don't mind. We can cuddle and watch movies on your laptop if you like, or we can just stay like this. Whatever you want, I'll be here, ok?"

"Promise?" I ask, looking up at him.

He smiles and kisses my forehead. "Promise."

I give a real smile at that, even though it was small. I snuggle into Thomas and he wraps me in closer to him.

We stay like that until I tell Thomas he can pull up a movie on my laptop. After I put in the password, he pulls up Disney+ and puts on "The Princess Bride". I don't pay much attention to it, I'm too tired.

Eventually, I did fall asleep.

♥︎♥︎♥︎

*Thomas' P.O.V.*

y/n had been acting strange ever since I found her standing there in the hallway of the theater. Then she wouldn't get up from bed this morning and I started worrying.

Then she told me about her depression.

I wish I could help... I hate seeing her so tired, so weak. She was always so strong.

Did she show me her emotions? Yes. But also no. I've noticed she will put on a smile for everyone's benefits, taking up so much of her own energy. But every since that jerk, whatever his dumb a** face is called, broke up with y/n, she hasn't been as hesitant to show me how she really feels.

Maybe because I've seen her at her worst. I don't know.

But I'm glad she can be more vulnerable with me. That she trusts me enough to show me her bad side.

I put on the Princess Bride on her laptop, still cuddling up to her on her bed. Halfway through the movie, I look down and see y/n fast asleep. I smile and adjust myself so y/n's more comfortable. She groans and shifts a bit before settling back down. I smile and move back some hair in front of her face.

I wish I could help her. Somehow cure her depression or something.

She deserved so much but asked and received so little. She never tried to put the conversation on herself unless she absolutely needed to, and gave real conversation. Not 24/7 about me or whatever-I-care-about-talk.

Real conversation that interests both people.

I want to learn more about her past just so I know what to tread lightly upon and what to avoid entirely. But trust took years and y/n already told me about her trust issues.

I guess I would just have to wait.

But I'll wait for her. She was worth it.

Eventually, I fell asleep too.