Actor Imagines: Thomas Brodie Sangster Book 2

Phone

I hurried my little feet though the thick grass of the garden swinging my body in though the open wooden shed door seeing Thomas sat in his black jeans covered in stains and holes, his loose fitting dark blue T shirt with some motorbike company on I don't know it's so unreadable now Its not even sure he knows what it said anymore, His gloves over his skinny hands as he was tinkering with something I didn't know for one of his bikes. "Tommy darling?" I called getting his attention, he turned fixing his messy hair and throwing his gloves down on the bench as he spun his little red stool around 

"Hi honey, what's up?" he asks 

"Have you seen my phone?" I asked

"Uhh no, Not since this morning when you're mum rang" He shrugs 

"Yeah neither have I" I said 

"call it from my phone if you want hun" He says 

"where's your phone?" I asked him

"Uhhh" he says tapping his pockets "I think I left it on the coffee table" I headed back inside and he followed me inside shutting his shed up as he came in grabbing my phone off the coffee table ringing my phone for me, However no sound "No, straight to voicemail. sorry hun"

"Well I need to find it,"

"Have you been out the house today?"

"Yeah I went to Sainsburys, the bank and into card factory this morning" 

"Okay, did you have it when you got home?"

"I don't know."

"well we will search the house and if its not here then we go ask in town okay?"

"Okay"

"found anything yet?" I asked having just thrown the mattress back down 

"Nope! I don't know what you've done with it" he sighed 

"well we need to find it. we have to know if I've lost it"

"why? we can just get you  a new phone y/n"

"I know but... My life is on that phone"

"Isn't your phone backed up?"

"Is your's"

"I don't know how"

"Yeah I don't either"

"Is there anything on your phone you desperately need?"

"all our shopping lists, all the phone numbers, all our pictures"

"wait... all our pictures?"

"Yeah"

"Ohhh fuck, We need to find your phone!" 

"what why Thomas?"

"Because you have things on that phone that could ruin our lives!" 

"What? what cold ruin our lives Thomas?" I laughed "what are you scared about hats on my phone?" I asked as he was franticly looking around our house for my phone

"Some pictures"
"which pictures?"

"You know what pictures"

"No I really don't Thomas"
"...the ones of us in La"

"The one of you rolling a joint in La with dylan and making out with each other?"

"... No. But now you mentioned it yes! I didn't know you filmed that"
"Thomas basically accept if something interesting or possible black mail worthy happens I probably filmed and or photographed it"

"why?"

"I don't know. Black mail collateral is we ever get divorced"

"why would you need collateral?"

"I want the house" I shrug 

"If we get ever get divorced you are not having the house!"
"why not?"

"Because it's my house, you moved in with me when we got married, Remember?"

"why are you so worried about that though? It's just you smoking a join in an air BnB" I laughed

"still!"

"I thought you where worried about the sex tape on my phone"

"The what!" He yelped looking at me again 

"The video on my phone" I smiled

"Yeah what video?"

"The video of us... in the hotel in Paris" I giggled

"... On our honeymoon?"

"Yep" 

"what happens in the video y/n?"

"You know the one where we're in the Paris hotel room on our honeymoon, and I rode your dick reverse cowgirl for an hour and then you ate me out for another hour"

"... You. have. That. On. Film!"

"Yeah"

"dear god we have to find your phone!"