Our Story/TBS imagine

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What's the definition of perfect?
To google its 'having all the required or desirable elements, qualities, or characteristics; as good as it is possible to be.'

But, to me, that's all a bit fancy.

My idea of perfect is smiling without forcing it. Is laughing truly and not with the fake hiccup. Its getting that warm feeling that says 'this is right, this is happiness.'

That's my definition of perfect, what's yours?

I was walking with Thomas. Arm and arm across the park.
He was telling me a funny story of his air flight here and how the guy didn't stop talking for an hour about his daughter moving to America and how much money it's costing him.

I jumped out of my skin when a young girl, about my age, jumped out in front of us.

Thomas jumped in front of me and spread his arms out wide and pushed me behind him, I felt so safe.

But it didn't stop me from seeing what the girl looked like;
She had dirty blonde hair, blue eyes.

Her posture was strong, brave. It made it hard to read her.

"Hi there." She smiled. Her smile lit up her strong features, I realised she was pretty. "Are you Thomas Sangster?" She asked.

"Yes, I am." Thomas replied.

"Oh, Tommy, it's just a fan." I laughed walking out from his protection and standing next to him again.

The girl smiled at me, usually the fans glared, which was understandable, they probably had a crush on Thomas, but not as big as mine.

"Hi, my name is Melissa Anderson. I'm a massive fan!" She smiled.

"Hi Melissa!" Thomas cheerfully said "this is Y/N, and, as you know I'm Thomas Sangster." He joked.

"You're funny!" She laughed. "Do you guys want to get a coffee? Sorry to be forward, but I just want to get to know one of my favourite actors."

I became suspicion and scared.

This girl, about my age had turned up.
I had noticed her clothes were tacky and her hair was in a mess, and her smell was unbelievable.

"Er, I don't know." Thomas protested as I stood closer to him.

I felt his hand rub against mine for reassurance.

"Oh please! You probably think I've got a knife or something, but I haven't I promise." She showed the inside of her coat, and flattened her clothes down, you couldn't see any belongings. "Please!" She begged.

"Okay, why not." I said before Thomas could.

"OMG! Yay! Okay, can we go to Costa Coffee, because I love Costa Coffee!" She screamed.

"Of course, you lead the way." I smiled.

"Just stay close to me, Y/N, I don't trust her." Thomas whispered.

"Just make sure you know where your money and your keys are." I replied
as we walked down the road with a complete stranger.

I'm not sure why but this should of been published a while ago I think but it didn't sorry

I love you
K