Falling In Love With Thomas Sangster

Chapter 4 : Party And The Kiss

We both sat in his car. He was in the driver's seat, and I sat beside him. I gave him my home address, and he drove the familiar route until we arrived. He parked the car in my garage, unfastened his seatbelt, and stepped out of the car. I opened my door, and he was standing right in front of me. He offered his hand, and I placed mine in his as I stepped out. We looked into each other's eyes.

Me: "Thank you so much, Thomas."

Thomas: "It's okay."

Me: "Bye, Thomas."

Thomas: "Bye, Thea."

I waved goodbye, turning around to walk toward the main door of my house. But then I stopped, turned back, and walked straight to him. I hugged him tightly, wrapping both of my arms around his back as he held me in his arms.

Me: "I love you, Thomas."

Thomas: "I love you too, Thea."

After that, I headed back inside, and he drove away. I spent the rest of my day looking at the phone cover with a picture of me and Thomas kissing. I couldn't stop thinking about the memories we had shared. Those were the best days of my life. Finally, my dream had come true—not only did Thomas hug me, but he kissed me. It was an honor for me. I was deeply in love with him.

That evening, I was invited to a party with my friends. I changed into a long black maxi dress and left my hair down. As I quietly locked the front door, trying not to alert my nana, who always warned me not to leave the house at night, I suddenly felt someone cover my mouth. I screamed.

Thomas: "Shh, Thea, it's me, Thomas."

Me: "Oh my God, Thomas, you scared me! I thought I was being kidnapped."

Me: "What are you doing here?"

Thomas: "Would you go to a party with me?"

Me: "A party? I was just about to go to one. Umm, okay."

Thomas: "Alright. You're wearing the perfect outfit, right?"

I stepped into the light so he could see me clearly.

Thomas: "You look gorgeous. You're one of the most beautiful girls I've ever seen in my life."

I smiled, and we both got into the car. His driver took us to the party. Once there, we sat at a table. The DJ slowed down the music.

Thomas: "Would you like to dance with me?"

Me: "Umm, yeah."

I placed my right hand in his and my left hand on his shoulder. He put his left hand on my waist, and we started dancing slowly. We gazed into each other's eyes, and then we kissed. Afterward, we returned to the table, where a bottle of wine was waiting. I had one glass, then another, and another. I wasn't used to drinking, and it quickly affected me. Thomas tried to stop me, but I didn't listen.

Fifteen minutes later:

Me: "Oh, Thomas, I need to go to the bathroom."

Thomas: "Are you okay? Should I come with you?"

Me: "No, I'm fine. I just drank too much."

I went to the bathroom and ended up vomiting. I felt terrible but managed to pull myself together and return to Thomas. I told him I wasn't feeling well, and we started walking to the car.

Me: "Oh, I'm so cold, I can't walk."

Thomas: "Here, wear this coat. Come here."

I put on his coat, and he picked me up in his arms. I wrapped my hands around his neck. Soon, we were in his car, and I was still feeling cold, so I moved closer to him, feeling his warmth. When we reached his home, I wasn't fully asleep, but I was exhausted. Thomas got out of the car, carried me in his arms, and brought me inside. I told him I could walk, but he didn't let me. We made it up the stairs, and he led me to his room. I sat on the bed, feeling dizzy, barely able to see. I took off my shoes and lay down. Thomas covered me with a blanket and kissed me on the forehead. I asked him to stay with me until I fell asleep, and he did.

That night, I slept peacefully, wondering why Thomas was doing all of this for me. It was probably the best night of my life. Every day seemed to be getting better and better.