Thomas Brodie Sangster Imagines (under extreme revision)

~ Shattered Heart ~

Another best friend imagine, I know. Tragic.

Bestfriend! Thomas x Non-Binary! Reader

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Your POV

It was a Friday night. Some students were spending their time partying or doing whatever while I was stuck here, at my dorm room. Doing nothing. It's not like I mind but the fact that he had the nerve to ditch me for the umpteenth time even though he promised that Friday would be our "hang-out sessions".

He ditched me because of his girlfriend.

I should've known better though. Sure, nothing was wrong with him spending time with her but I just wish he would make some time for me too. I was his best friend after all, or maybe, not anymore? 

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The weekends went by like a blur and Monday came, standing in front of my locker which was now shut close. My head resting on the cold metal. 

Fix yourself up, dumbass. 

I gave myself a small peptalk before turning around and seeing Thomas, his backpack slung on one shoulder which only made me roll my eyes turning to the other direction, walking away but he was quick enough to grab my wrist making me turn to him.

"I'm sorry. I was with---"

"Yeah yeah Kathy or whatever. Don't bother." I cut him off coldly, glaring at him with all the hate I could muster though I really didn't mean it. 

"Don't be like that, (nickname). You and I know how cranky she can be." He chuckled, now rubbing his thumb back and forth over my knuckles. I gathered the strength to pull my hand away and lowly muttered at him,

"What do you expect me to do, Thomas? Just act like everything's all fine and dandy? Newsflash idiot, I can't. You've already missed countless of nights and do you still think that I'd just forgive you that easily?" 

He suddenly snapped at my words which was an unexpected display of attitude, especially coming from him, "You've stooped low, Y/N. If you're jealous of me spending more time with (girlfriend's name) then get yourself a partner too. We're 18 for God's sake and you're still whining about me not showing up to hang out with you? Get a life, Y/N. Don't let your world revolve around me." 

"I have stooped low?" I retorted, "Don't be an idiot, do you think friends treat each other like this? You've already promised me that you'd hang out because you missed the last time. I barely even see you these days and I just want to know how you're doing." 

He stayed silent, eyes scanning over me as if trying to process my reactions. I could care less if he thought I was stupid for rambling but he has been treating me like absolute shit, he deserves to know about it. 

"I'm so tired of waiting, hoping for you to come by even for just a short while. But did you come? No. What changed, Tom?" I asked, genuinely wanting to receive an answer from him but I never expected to hear the words he said.

"I grew up, Y/N. I grew up." 

He turned around and stomped away, leaving me in the hallway with people whispering and pointing fingers at me but I couldn't be bothered to focus on them. 

He left me. With a shattered heart that can't be bothered to fix again.