Into The Fire (Thomas Brodie-Sangster Fan Fiction)

Chapter 1- The Deep End

Lydia's POV:

I sat on the balcony of my bedroom, waiting. Waiting for something that never came. I'm not quite sure what I was waiting for, but if it did come I would have known. I listened to the steady tapping of the raindrops on the ground below me. 

Finally, becoming aware of how cold it was, I went inside, into my warm bedroom. A buzzing erupts from the back pocket of my black skinny jeans and I took my phone, revealing an incoming call from my cousin Ansel. As soon as I answer the call, his nervous shaky voice sounds loudly in my ears. 

"Hey, Lyds. I need a huge favor. The dj for tonight cancelled at the last minute and I need a backup. You need to get over here and dj for a while, until I figure things out." He takes a big breath upon finishing his sentence. Ansel is the manager of the best club in town, "The Deep End". 

"I love you and I really want to help out, but you know I don't do the music thing after mom passed away. And besides, it's so late and dad would never allow it." 

"I know music and you are kind of divorced, but you would really be helping me out. And you could just sneak out. You're a genius, you'll figure it out." His begging voice finally cracks me.

"Alright, I'll fine a way to come. But you know I would only do this for you, Ansie. See you in a bit."

"Thank you so much! I owe you big time. See you in a while. Love you". He sounds genuinely happy and I'm glad to help. He hangs up and I rapidly change into something presentable before locking my door and sneaking out from my bedroom window. If my father finds out he will kill me, especially because this is a club and it's almost midnight. Let's just hope he wont. 

I ride my bicycle for fifteen minutes until I reach the club, where I meet my cousin Ansel. He hugs me as soon as he sees me and helps me set up my dj-ing equipment after thanking me a million times. I am soon ready and I start playing loud dubstep music to start the night. After about two hours of rock and pop, I leave Ansel a CD I made a while back that he could play for the rest of the night. It was 2:30 i the morning when I finally left the club. 

As soon as I exited that dark, loud place and went out into the street, the cold air hit me with a pang and I realized how inadequately I am dressed. I get to where I left my bicycle, only to realize that it had been stolen. Frustrated, I rubbed my arms and tried to figure out how to get home. I decided to take the subway, even if it could be dangerous sat these hours. 

My thoughts were interrupted when I could feel two eyes starring at me. I look up to see a blonde, handsome guy around my age sitting on a bench opposite me with his guitar. His deep, brown eyes gazed in my direction and I couldn't help but walk up to him, even if every fiber of my being told me not to. I stood in front of him, waiting for him to speak. And he did.

"May I help you?" He flashed a beautiful smile that made me blush for an unknown reason. 

"Uh-Um- I- "

"Cat got your tongue, love?" His thick British accent now became noticeable.

"No, no. But I- I believe it's rude to stare, you know. " I mentally slapped myself for my stupidity.

"I'm sorry, love. It's just that I couldn't help it. I can't deprive myself of beautiful things." His smile glows wider and I can feel the blood rising to my cheeks.

"Well, thank you. But, I-I have to go. See you around." I turn to leave and save myself the awkward conversation, but he stand up and follows me.

"I'm Thomas. Sangster. And you are?"

"Lydia."

"That's a pretty name, Lydia. Pleasure to meet you. And may I ask what you are doing out in the town so late, alone?"

"I was the dj at The Deep End tonight." I cannot get rid of this guy. Not that I'm complaining. He is so cute,

"Wow, you were? I could hear the music from all the way outside. You're good."

"Thank you. Listen, my bike was stolen and I really need to get home. This was fun but I need to go." I feel bad for being so rude but I really need to get home before my dad notices my absence.

"Well I'm not gonna let you go alone. Someone could hurt you. Let me take you home, love." He takes a step closer and puts his hand on my shoulder.

"That is a really nice gesture but I can't go with you. I mean, you might be a serial killer." I joke.

"Well how many times does it take to get to serial?" He raises his eyebrow and flashed another breathtaking smile.

"Five I guess."

"Well, then I'm clear." 

He is so charming. I decide to let him ride the subway with me. After all, I'm scared of being alone on the subway at three in the morning. We spend our time talking about random things, like what books we enjoy, what music we like and how many siblings we have. We actually have a lot in common. As he speaks, I think about how weird it was that we met, outside a club in the early hours of the morning. That would usually never happen to me.

 I think I was starring at him while my ind wandered because he snaps me out of my thoughts and gives me a concerned look. He asks if I'm okay and I nod, a little too quickly for my liking. I decide to change the subject and ask him to play me something on his guitar. He takes his guitar pic, looks up at me and winks and then looks down, strumming gently on his guitar. He starts playing "Hey, there Delilah". As he sings, I hear what a truly mesmerizing voice he has. I find myself blushing as he sings to me, his brown eyes never leaving mine. I am still breathless after the song is over. 

"Did you like it, Lydia?" His voice reveal a little bit of nervousness as he speaks.

All I do is nod. He smiles once again, making me blush even more. I couldn't believe what he was doing to me. Someone I just met is making me feel giddy. That's strange for me because I rarely feel this way. 

We reach my stop and to my surprise, he follows me off the train. 

"Thank you for bringing me so far. You've done so much. I can go by myself from here." I look down so avoid eye contact with the handsome British boy.

"It's alright, my hotel is near here anyway. Let me take you home." He takes off his coat and places it on my shoulders so that I'm not cold and we begin to walk to my home. As we walk, he tells me how he has been living in a hotel for the past few days with his mom, until his bother comes from university. When he comes tomorrow, they will go live at their mother's friend's house for a while until they can find a nice enough apartment to buy. He talks about how his father went missing last year and they decided to move and start a new life to mask the pain. 

"I know how you feel, well kind of. I lost my mom a couple years ago to cancer. I was never the same since. Now my dad is married to someone new and he seems happy, while is good enough for me."

"Oh, I'm sorry for your loss, love." His smile fades and his eyes become a little darker. I hug him to reassure him that I'm okay. After that, we walk in a strangely comfortably silence. We soon reach my front door and I thank Thomas for helping me get home. We exchange numbers and I go to give him his coat back but he doesn't take it. I give him a questioning look.

"Keep it. This way, we'll have to meet again so I can get it back." He winks and kisses me on the cheek. Then, he turns and begins walking away, leaving me with my  thoughts and a black, leather jacket in my hand in the moonlight.

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A/N:

Here's the first chapter! I hope you enjoyed it. the characters will slowly be introduced because they are a lot and I want it to be a smooth transition. Don't forget to comment and vote :) I will update soon. Love you <3