Into The Fire (Thomas Brodie-Sangster Fan Fiction)

Chapter 11- "Thomas"

Thomas' POV:

I sat down next to her, while she turned the other way, avoiding any eye contact.

"I'm sorry," I whisper, hoping to get her to look in my direction.

"It's alright, Tommy. You meant well. I just couldn't go in there." After minutes of silence she finally turned around. "I'm sorry I ruined our date. I just have a bad history with singing is all. I was scared and stupid."

"No, no. You didn't ruin anything. Care to talk about it, love? You can always talk to me you know that." It's true. She always can, I would never judge her. She's an angel in my eyes and always would be. After hesitating, I put my hand around her shoulder, hoping she didn't flinch. Thankfully, she leaned into my chest, her crying becoming softer and softer until it faded away into silence. 

"My mom," she finally spoke. "She was a singer. Every night she would sing me a song so I would sleep. I couldn't sleep at night without a song. We used to sing together all the time, whether it was while baking or in the car, it was our shared passion. That's where my love of music came. Every since she died I kind of stopped singing and I didn't listen to a lot of music. It felt like I was betraying my mother, like I forgot about her. I really miss her, and I guess singing reminds me of how much happier I was when she was still in my life, which just makes me sadder. That's why I couldn't go into that karaoke bar. It's too painful for me to be reminded of that." 

I didn't say anything, having not known what I could say to make it sting less. I just hugged her tighter. Comforted her. Used body language to tell her I'd always be there for her. 

Looking down at her, I finally realized how mesmerizing she was. Her long, luscious hair, beautiful eyes, voluptuous figure. She had a natural beauty that took my breathe away. She thinks she is fat and ugly, but to me, she's the most beautiful girl I've ever seen, in any continent. I couldn't even begin to fathom they precious beauty I was holding in my arms right then.

She interrupted our comfortable silence then. "Remember that night we met, outside the club? And I was playing music?" Her words came out muffled from the wind but I still heard her loud and clear.

"Of course, how could I forget?" I could feel her heartbeat as her chest rose and fell against mine on that bench beside the road. 

"That was the first time I'd done anything with music since she died. And to be honest, I made a couple more mixed tapes since then, in case of an emergency at Ansel's club. But I kept it a secret because I felt like I was betraying my mother."

"Don't say that, you could never betray her. I never met your mother, but I know that she'd want you to sing and dj because it makes you happy, Lydia. All she ever wanted is for her daughter to be happy. If music makes you happy, you shouldn't have to give it up. You might not be ready yet, but that's okay. One day, you will be."

"Well I will admit that that night at the club was the happiest I've been in a long, long time. But I'm not sure if that was because of dj-ing, or because I.. met you."

She turned around to look at me, her heartbeat quickening against my chest.

Lydia's POV:

My heart was racing, just like my mind. But I had to let it go, do what I felt for once. I turned to look at him, a hint of hope and surprise in his eyes. I cupped his cheek with one hand and stroked his dirty blonde hair with the other. 

"You are beautiful, Lydia, really," he whispered in my ear, tickling my cheek with his warm breath. 

I kissed him on the cheek and positioned my forehead to touch his, our lips almost touching. 

"Thomas," I whispered to him. I wanted to kiss him, but was frozen, waiting for him to make the move. He leaned in but before we could kiss, his phone rang, ruining the moment. 

I got off of him and stood up-  feeling my cheeks burn bright red with embarrassment- as he answered his phone. 

Alex's POV:

On the third ring, Thomas finally picked up. 

"Mate, where are you? It's almost bloody midnight, everyone is wandering where you are." I whisper-yell into the phone, panic clear in my tone. 

"Really? Wow, time flies. Well, we're fine. We're a couple streets away, we'll walk home. And Alex- you don't need to worry about me, I'm your brother after all. You taught me to take care of myself, what are you worried about?"

"I'm worried about you doing something stupid and messing up your date. I know how much you like her, mate. And, I, uh- sorry I got in the way of that. Heat of the bloody moment, you know that. Did everything go okay?"

"Long story. We're heading your way now. Did Dylan get home from his date?" 

"Yeah, a few minuted ago, actually. You'll hear all about that when you get back. Talk soon, mate."

With that, I hung up the phone and headed to the living room. 

Thomas' POV: 

We walked in silence, the tension between us too obvious. She was wearing my jacket as we walked to the house, which we reached within minutes. We were standing out by the front door when I took her hand so she wouldn't walk in the house just yet.

It's now or ever, I thought. You have to do this. You might never get the chance again. And you can't let that happen. Go on then.

I pulled her close to me, wrapping my hands around her waist and her hands went to my chest from her surprise. She finally relaxed and wrapped her arms around me as well. Then, I cupped her cheek.

"Thomas," she whispered again, sending shivers all over my body, igniting every cell in my system. "Kiss me," she finally said. 

And with that, I pulled her even closer. And then we were kissing. Her lips felt so song against mine and after a while I teased her by licking her bottom lip, begging for entrance. We passionately kissed and our tongues danced together. I felt fireworks, sparks, stars exploding in the distance. It was the best kiss I've ever had and every part of me was doing its best so it would last just a little longer. 

We stood under the porch light, kissing until her hands cupped me face and she pulled away, running out of air. She rested her forehead against mine once again and she wrapped her hands around me again. Now we stood wrapped in each others embrace and hope the moment would never end. 

Then, she smiled at me, and I knew this kiss wouldn't be the last one. 

"Thomas..."

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