Our Story/TBS imagine

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Days had gone by and not much had changed.

Hazil hated every breath I breathed but me and Thomas have never been closer.

We would stay up nearly all night talking and then spend the rest of the day cuddling up watching a TV series. He still hasn't broken a tear yet and I'm beginning to get worried.

But nevertheless I tell him I love him every hour and kiss him every 30 minutes.

I don't want this never ending smile to be wiped off of my face.

It was midday and I had just made lunch. "HAZIL!" I screamed up the stairs to her prison of a room she never left "your lunch is ready."

"I'm not hungry." Was the same excuse I got every day.

"Hazil, you haven't eaten since the night we got home!"

"Y/N, leave her." Thomas leaned against the kitchen door which faced the stairs.

"Thomas, she hasn't eaten, I'm worried."

"She has Y/N, she comes down stairs when you go out and I make her something."

"She does love me doesn't she." I replied.

"Well I'm starving so I'll eat hers, your missing out Hazil!" Thomas shouted.

"She can't cook!" Hazil replied.

"You've never tried her cooking."

Thomas became angry.

"I don't want too!"

"Well that's your lost!" Thomas reached over and grabbed my wrist and pulled me into a hug. He could tell I was getting affended and my happiness lay in his hugs.

Beep! Beep!

"PHONE!" Hazil screamed seconds after it rang.

"I'll get it." I smiled even though I knew it wasn't a question. "Hello?" I answered.

"Hi, Y/N! Its Tasha, Thomas's mum." She greeted.
"Oh Hi!"

"Hello sweetie, so we are having a meal at our house tonight and wondered if you would come. Just a little nice meal with some close friends and family."

"We would love too." I smiled. "What time?"

"6, if that's okay?"

"Sounds great" I smiled "Bye Tasha, see you later."

"Bye." The line ended and I ran to Thomas excited to have been invited to his family meal.