Why? Why did he kiss me when he had a girlfriend? And why did he show his interest if he was going to leave me?
"I-I gotta go now..." he said. He gave me a quick hug, and I didn't get the chance to hug him back. Then he left. He just went out of my room, and I tried to follow him out in the corridor, but he just disappeared. I didn't know what to do, so I went back in my room and lay down on my bed. My life was completely upside down. And I missed him. I missed Thomas. He has been med celeb crush for like 8 years, and now is he gone.
I decided to go out again, because I can't ruin my trip by staying in my room all the time, and sooner or later I would have to eat dinner, even though the time was 4 pm.
I would just put my shoes on, when I saw a piece of paper lying on the floor. Something was written on it, so I picked it up and read it:
Mary, I'm so sorry. Please call me.
On the other side of the paper, his phone number was written.
"Tommy..." I whispered. I wondered when he could have written this, and then I found out that he must have written it before our kiss. At the café our something. He knew this would happen.
~ Timeskip ~
I woke up in the middle of a dream. It was a bad dream, but I couldn't remember what it was about. I checked the time on my phone. 02:38. I was wide awake. I stared into the wall. Tears stream down my face. I was crying. I felt so empty inside. I missed Tommy. I was wide awake, so I picked up the note he left me, and dialed his number on my phone. I didn't turn on the light, so I was lying there, in the dark, calling the famous actor who had kissed me. I didn't care if I had called the wrong number, or if I woke him up. He asked me to call him, and so I did.
When he answered, a wave of panic rose within me, because I had no idea what to say.
"Hello, it's Thomas", he said. He didn't sound tired at all. Maybe he couldn't sleep. I was quiet.
"Hello?" he said again. I was quiet in some seconds, then I replied.
"Hi...It's Mary."
"Oh...I'm so sorry. Please forgive me!"
"Tommy, I don't care if you have girlfriend." I said. Okay, to be honest, I DID care. "I met you and you kissed me. It was amazing, I never thought that it would ever happen to me."
"Hang on for a second...", he said. I could hear loud noises and footsteps. After some minutes, his voice was speaking again.
"Meet me outside you hotel in ten minutes." He hung up.
I didn't know what he wanted, but I took my bag and my phone and went outside. After a while, Thomas showed up in a car. He stopped outside hotel, and I jumped in.
"Hi, again", I said and kissed him on his cheek. Seriously, Mary? You are making him cheating on his girlfriend. That's NOT okay!
"Hi, love!" He just called me love. My heart melted. He started driving.
"Where are we going?" I asked him.
"To my house", he replied and smirked. He drove the with one hand on the steering wheel and one hand resting between our eats. I couldn't resist, so I took his hand in mine and stroke it. He smiled.
His house was big. We went inside and he showed me around. It was beautiful. And I loved his room. It was big, full of bookshelves and guitars were hanging on the walls. He had a big, fancy bed and a large disc collection.
"Wow", I said and he giggled. "Can I play?" I asked and pointed at the least beautiful guitar that hung on the wall.
"Of course you can", he answered and took down a guitar from he wall. It wasn't the one I had pointed out, this one were much more beautiful. I hardly dared to hold it, I was afraid to destroy it. I sat down on a chair and played some chords.
"Can you play any songs?" he asked me. I looked up and saw him standing there with a guitar in his arms. He wanted to play a song with me!
"Umh...I can play In spite of all the danger. But that's only because I saw you play it in Nowhere boy.
"Okay, let's play it, then." He giggeld.
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Tommy
FanfictionA imagine about Thomas Brodie-Sangster. Written in your POV, but I'll call you Mary (bc that's my name). You met TBS in when you were in London, and a lots of crazy stuff happens! Sorry for bad English, I'm from Sweden.