101 Thomas Brodie Sangster Imagines

Photo Album

Photo Album

“Common let me see,” I beg as Thomas pulls the photo album away from me.

“No! I don’t want you to see it,” Thomas whined. I stick out my bottom lip and bat my eyelashes.

“Please, baby,” I say. Then I lean forward places a lingering kiss on his soft lips. I lean back and see the dumbfounded look on Thomas’ face. I giggle a bit before I lean back in to do it again. Now I look him in the eye again and start to bat my eyes and stick my lip out once more, hoping it’ll work this time.

“Please, Tommy. I love you so much!” I say, over exaggerating the word ‘so’. Thomas rolls his eyes slightly before shaking his head ‘no’.

“You are not to look through all my baby pictures,” Thomas states. I frown at the smirk on his face.

“I hate you,” I tell Thomas, jokingly pushing his chest back. Thomas scoffs a little too loudly.  

“You love me,” Thomas says, raising an eyebrow. I roll my eyes at his cockiness. Then I turn away from him and cross my arms over my chest dramatically.

“Come on! I know you love me,” Thomas teases as he tries to turn me back around, but I won’t budge. Then I hear a sigh come out of Thomas’ mouth, but it wasn’t an annoyed sigh. It was a sigh of defeat. I raised an eyebrow and then glanced at Thomas out of the corner of my eye.

“Fine,” Thomas said. Then I felt the photo album on my lap. A smile instantly appeared on my face and I turn back around. Thomas scoffed.

“Yeah!” I cheer. Then I scoot closer to Thomas so we can look at it together. I slowly opened the book to the first page. The first picture was of Thomas and his mom the day he was born. Tasha’s hair was pulled back into a high ponytail and there was a huge smile plastered on her face. Thomas lay asleep in her arms. He’s wrapped in a baby blue blanket. I swooned over how cute of a baby he was.

“Aww! Tommy, you were so cute!” I giggle.

“So, I’m not cute anymore?” Thomas asks, turning towards me and raising his eyebrow again.

“No you are definitely still cute,” I say, still giggling. Then I flip the page and see a picture of Thomas as a baby smiling as he laid on the floor. I started to smile at how sweet this was. Thomas flipped the page this time. On the next page there was a picture of him at his 1st birthday, smashing cake into his mouth. I laughed and looked at Thomas, he was gawking at me.

“Alright, next page,” Thomas announces once he notices I’ve caught him staring at me. I flip to the next page and there’s a picture of Thomas sitting on a chair with his mouth gaping open.

After getting through all his school pictures, I turn the page and see a picture of Thomas on the set of The Maze Runner. He’s flopped down on a chair. I laugh a little then turned the page. What I saw made my smile disappear and my laughing stop. I look up at Thomas and see his wide eyes.

“(Y/N), I promise I didn’t know this was in here!” Thomas blurts. I feel a couple tears build up in my eyes as I glance back down at the picture of Thomas proposing to Isabella. Isabella was Thomas’ ex-girlfriend. Ever since they broke up, Isabella has hated me and been spreading mean rumors about me (Sorry Isabella fans. She’s not like this in real life). I just close the book and stand up off the couch. I hand Thomas the scrapbook and walk out of Thomas’ parent’s house. I hear Thomas calling my name, but I ignore him. I always knew Thomas’ mom liked Isabella more than me. That’s why she kept that picture in there. I scoff and walk to my car. Then I see Thomas running out of the house.

“(Y/N)! Please! Wait!” Thomas yells. I try to fight the urge to stay. Slowly I drive away as I watch Thomas running for his life towards my car. I just kept driving. I can’t believe Thomas never told me that he proposed to her. He said that he didn’t have any secrets. Well, this is the biggest secret ever. I groan loudly to myself.

I flop down on my couch for the 3rd day in a row. It’s the same everyday. I get out of bed around noon then come downstairs for food. I end up on the couch at around 12:30. Then I sit here until around 3am.

Today is different though. I decided to move on. Thomas lied to me and kept the evidence in a scrapbook on his best memories. I crawl out of bed and put on my favorite black dress for clubs and bars. Then I throw my hair up into a messy bun. I slip on my my black pumps and begin to strut towards the door. As I open it my eyes widen at what’s on the other side. Thomas stands there pacing nervously, holding the photo album in his hand. He must sense I’m standing here because his head whips up in my direction. I look down and begin to walk past him. Then I feel his hand rest on my shoulder.

“Wait… Please…” Thomas barely whispers. His voice sounds so sweet and loving and yet it sounds so hurt. I cautiously turn towards him. Thomas’ lips curl up into a smile and I can’t help myself, but smile too. No stop! You are mad at him! I yell at myself in my head.

“What do you want Thomas?” I ask, irritation and anger raging in my voice. I can see Thomas’ hurt face as I say this. He looks like he was just slapped across the face. He opens his mouth to say something, but then closes it. Instead he leans forwards and slowly kisses me. And I let him. I let his lips press against mine and his hand rest on my cheek. I let him take control.

I pull away, knowing I’ve sort of forgiven him. I still fill my blood boiling and heart pumping with anger, but there’s also a part of me that’s happy he’s here. Happy he kissed me.

“(Y/N), I know you’re upset and probably very angry at me, but I just wanted to give you this…” Thomas tells me, handing me the scrapbook. I just stare down at it for a while, when I look up I see Thomas walking back to his car. I watch him until he drives away. I sigh and look back down at the book in my hands. Then I turn around and walk back inside. I plop down on the couch and open the photo album. My hand instantly turns to the page where Thomas and Isabella’s picture is, but now it’s not there. Instead there is a picture of Thomas and I. It was the day we went to visit my hometown. Him and I went on a walk to a park and we had this picture taken under a huge oak tree. I stare at the picture for a moment. Thomas and I are sitting under the tree, My legs are draped over Thomas’ and our eyes are locked. I chuckle a bit at the huge smile on Thomas’ face. My forehead is pressed against his and one of Thomas’ arms is wrapped around my waist and the other is resting on my cheek. I can’t help, but smile at how in love we were. How in love with him I am. I flip to the next page and saw another picture of Thomas and I on set of The Maze Runner. Then I turn the page again. There’s another picture of Thomas and I. Thomas is holding the camera in front of our faces and he’s kissing me. All these pictures are of us. I skim through the rest of the book and all the pictures are of Thomas and I.

That’s when I realize what I need to do. I jump off the couch and started sprinting to the door. My hand reached for the doorknob and I flung it open. My eyes widened as I saw Thomas standing on the other side, smiling nervously. I throw my arms around his neck and kiss his lips.

“I’m so sorry,” I whisper into his ear. Thomas leans back and looks me in the eye.

“No, I’m sorry,” Thomas whispers back. I just rest my head on his shoulder.