Into The Fire (Thomas Brodie-Sangster Fan Fiction)

Chapter 4- Almost

Alex's POV:

We each get settled into our bedrooms. Our mom, Eliza, is staying in the guest room. I am rooming with Ansel, who apparently is Lydia and Dylan's cousin and is staying with them while his parents are volunteering in Africa. Thomas is staying with Dylan. I like this family. They seem like a typical American family. It'll be fun to stay with them.

I'm unpacking my suitcase as Ansel walks into the room. He asks if I need any assistance and I politely decline. Upon seeing my Hunger Games books we converse about the movie versions in comparison to the books. He's actually really fun. I'm looking forward to sharing a room with him. I just hope Thomas feel the same way about Dylan.

Thomas' POV:

I'm unpacking my things but all I can think about is Lydia. I don't know why, but I really want to go and talk to her. It certainly is better than sitting here talking to myself. Dylan just left to go meet a friend for a charity project they're working on. It really surprises me how much this family contributes to their community. Charity project, volunteering in Africa, they really deserve a prize.

As soon as I finish unpacking the last of my things, I go look for Lydia. It takes me a few moments to find her. She is sitting on a small sofa reading a book out on the balcony. Her gorgeous brown hair frames her face and her eyes are squinting in concentration. Her lips are slightly parted and she has an adorable expression of her face. I approach her and ask her if I could join her. She scoots over so I can sit next to her on the blue sofa.

Being so close to her I can feel the blood rushing to my cheeks. What is she doing to me? I must be starring at her because she asks me if I'm okay. I casually nod and turn away in embarrassment. Though, to avoid the awkward period of silence that is about to commence, I ask her about her book.

"What are you reading?"

"If I stay by Gayle Forman. It's an extraordinary book, you should read it." She turns to face me, awaiting my answer.

"I will, but only if you read a book chosen by me." She nods so I continue, "Among thieves by Davis Hosp. I think you''ll like it."She agrees to read my chosen book and hands me hers for me to read later. "Don't you want to finish it?"

"I've already read it four times." She shyly admits. I move slightly closer to her as she lays her head on my shoulder. Together, we stare up at the stars, twinkling away in the night sky. The cold wind hits my cheek and tickles my ear as it travels. It's a full moon tonight. The moon looking like a polished pearl in the sky and the sky blanketing the Earth, as if to keep it protected.

Lydia tensed next to me, obviously cold. I contemplate putting my arm around her to keep her warm, but I take too long to think as she leaves to get a jacket. Upon coming back, I am astonished to see her wearing my black leather jacket, the same one I gave her last night. She sits once again on the sofa, only this time further away and upright.

"Are you alright, love?" Worry escapes my voice as I speak.

"What? Oh, yeah. I'm fine. I just- I'm just tired I guess." Her mouth says tired but her eyes say depressed. Seeing her eyes so dark makes my muscles tighten. I place my hand on her shoulder, turning her to face me.

"Something's wrong. Talk to me, Lydia." I place my other hand on her chin and lift it up so she can't avoid me.

"It's nothing. It's just that tomorrow is the anniversary of my mom's death and I'm not looking forward to it. I hate remembering the pain she went through. It just makes me hate the world; and myself, since I couldn't do anything to help her."

"Well you don't have to remember the pain she went through. Instead, you could focus of all the things she did for you and all the amazing moments you shared. Don't cry over her death; celebrate her life. She offered so much to you, bring your mother and all. Spend tomorrow thanking her and remembering all the good timed instead of crying because she's gone. You can't bring her back anyway, love." I embrace her in a tight hug.

"You're right. Thank you, Thomas," she speaks into my neck, causing goosebumps to form all over my body.

When I pull away from the hug, I see a single tear running down her face. I use my thumb to wipe it away, leaning closer to here as I did so. Our faces were now only inches apart. I slowly lean it and she doesn't stop me. Our faces are now so near that I can feel the air she breaths on my face. Our eyes don't break contact as her hazel eyes twinkle in the moonlight.

Just as we're about to kiss, Dylan interrupts us and calls up to dinner. Embarrassed, and frankly a little ticked off that the moment was ruined, pull away and stand up. I offer a hand to help her get up, avoiding eye contact. Even it the dark, I can see her blushing. She's obviously as embarrassed as me.

We silently walk to the dining room where everyone is seated. I see an unfamiliar face sitting on the corner of the table. Dylan notices my confusion at the stranger and introduces us. Her name was Monica and she was helping Dylan on the charity project he was involved in. I take a seat next to her and don't say a word throughout the meal.

Once dinner is over, I leave to go to bed, my excuse being that I was tired from the drive. While I walk towards the stairs, I hear footsteps behind me. I turn around, expecting Lydia. Instead, I see a blonde, skinny girl gazing up at me. Monica. I stay silent but politely smile, uncertain to what she could want.

"Hey, pretty boy. I saw you eyeing me at dinner before. Here's my number, just in case you'd want to meet up." She winks at me, kisses my cheek, too close to the mouth if I may add, and walks away.

That. Was. Weird. I was certainly not 'eyeing' her at dinner. She was way too skinny and flamboyant for my liking anyway. I decided not to think too much of it and went upstairs to Dylan's room to rest. not long after did Dylan join me.

"Hey dude, so what was up with you and Lydia before? You know, one the balcony." He seemed interested and a little mad.

"Uh nothing. She was just sad and I was comforting her. No big deal. Don't make too much of it, mate." I try to reassure him that nothing is going on. I imagine how protective he must be of her.

"Alright. Won't mention it again. So what did you think of Monica?" He lays down on his bed while I sit on my camp-bed after changing into my pajamas.

"She's alright." I shrug, knowing that I shouldn't tell him about her giving me my number. I'll seem like such a player, which I most definitely am not.

"Yeah, she's something. I think she's finally beginning to like me back. I've had a crush on her for a long time. I'm just waiting to seal the deal. I think I'm almost there." He smiles, clearly proud of himself.

"Uh- sure." I can't tell him that she gave me her number, especially now that I know he likes her. He would kill me if I made a move. Not that I want to. I mean, I've got another girl on my mind. I just hope the feeling is mutual. Well, it must be if we almost kissed. Almost.

With that thought, I drifted to sleep.

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A/N:

Well, here we go. I think this was a pretty good chapter. I hope you enjoyed it! Please vote, comment and share if you liked it. New and exciting chapters coming soon. Stay tuned :)

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