Thomas Sangster Imagines

Chapter 1//Sick Day

You walk into the kitchen where Thomas is sitting on the counter near the sink having a cup of coffee. His eyes look puffy and tired, it is only 6am.

"Hey love," He talks to you in a raspy morning voice which is just so sweet. "Why are you up?" he asks. "Oh, my stomach is hurting really bad and I'm sort of dizzy." you respond as you sit on the dark brown chair which is at the dining room table. "Babe, you need to take some medicine." he slides of the counter concerned. "No, I think I'll be alright." Oh no. Just as you say that you feel an uneasy feeling in your stomach. Thomas sees the look on your face which cues him to grab the trash can which is only a few steps away. You throw up into the trash can, hating that feeling, you always have. He rushes behind you to hold your hair. "Aw love, how 'bout that medicine?" He goes to the cupboard and pulls out some nausea relief medicine. "I'm sorry you had to see that. That was gross." You reply shyly as you clutch onto your stomach. "Not gross at all. Ok, that was kind of a lie but it gives me a reason to stay home with you all day." He chuckles.

A FEW HOURS LATER

Thomas is being a goofball and prancing around the kitchen while making you some chicken broth to keep you full, but not sick. He brings you the broth and sits right next to you on the couch and kisses your forehead.

"Thomas, I'm feeling a little bit better now. My belly is still sore from all the vomiting but I don't think I'm that sick anymore." He puts your hair into a ponytail to get it out of your face and cups your face in his hands. "Good because I wanted to kiss you." He leans in but you put your hand in between your faces. "Not a good idea, my mouth is still gross" You giggle. "Oh ew. That's true. Well, you owe me!" He gets up to get you a blanket and you cuddle and talk the rest of the day.