Thomas Brodie Sangster Imagines

Drunk (3)

(Your choice to read my rant(s)at the end lol)

Your POV

You awoke to screaming coming downstairs. You blink a few times before trying to block out the screaming and turn on your side on Taylor's bed.
"But man I love her!"
You could recognise that voice anywhere. It was Thomas, his thick British accent. He shouted as if he had been crying.
You sighed before pulling the covers up to your face. You heard a slam of the front door, you instantly assume that Thomas had left. You snuggle into the sheets more, trying to hide the feet that you had wished he hadn't given up so easily. Thomas really had changed. You began to tear up, before starting to cry silently. You curled into a ball in a protective way.
The Thomas I knew would never give up on me
But he's changed
Thomas was childish and would not stop until he got it his way
But clearly, he had left you
You heard soft footsteps coming up with stairs. They got closer to you, and you didn't even bother to check who it was, because you knew, it couldn't be Thomas. The door slowly opened, but you kept your eyes glued on the wall.
"Tay-Taylor..." You choke out.
"Love?" A thick British accent spoke. Your eyes widened.
Taylor was the one who left. Taylor had let Thomas in. Thomas is right there.
You slowly sit up and your eyes connect to his sandy brown ones. His eyes were blood shot, and there were dried tear stains on his cheeks. He looked as bad as you.
"Bloody hell. What did I do to you?" He covered his mouth and dragged his hand down his face. He shut his eyes tightly and looked upwards. His eyebrows pulled closer together as he frowned.
You didn't speak. You weren't exactly giving him the silent treatment, but it wasn't any better. He climbed next to you, and lifted the covers off.
He scooped you into his arms as he cried. You sat there silently, as tears rolled down your cheeks. You didn't try to struggle, you just sat numbly, letting him cry into your shoulder.
"Y/n. I-I'm so sorry! I was drunk and I didn't know what was happening. I stopped before i slept with her- y/n please believe me, I just kissed her and nothing else happened. Y/n? Speak to me please. Hit me. Yell at me. Slap me. Please I deserve it but please don't ignore you. Your breaking my heart.-"
He was going to continue but you cut him of with a dry laugh.
"I'm breaking your heart?" You whispered.
"I gave you everything. I changed so I could be with you and be the same level as you. I looked past all the hate. I trusted you with all my heart, Thomas" he stiffened when you didn't call him Tommy.
"I loved you and cared for you. When you were sick I took days off to look after you. When you got upset I did everything to cheer you up. Even when you got home drunk the first few times, I cleaned you up and treated you the same. Well then what did you do?!"you screamed the last sentence.
He was speechless.
"I'll speak for you. You went out drinking every night. Come home in the morning. Leave before I woke up. Leave me all alone. You messed around with another girl. What did you tell me? You told me you would never choose someone else over me. You-y-y. TOMMY!" You screamed before breaking down completely. Your breathing came out in short puffs, you hiccuped and furiously wiped your eyes. Thomas rocked you back and forth mumbling 'I'm sorry' 'I'm so fucking sorry' over and over.

Thomas's POV

I held the fragile and broken girl in my arms, as she screamed and cried. She looked so broken, I felt a rope tugging on my heart every time she cried out loud and clenched her fist against her heart.
"It hurts, Tommy, it hurts. Why did you do it?" She cried into my shoulder, pounding her tiny fists against my back.
But i couldn't find an answer. I didn't know why I did it.
"I've been stressed, y/n. I know you are not going to believe me, but I was stressed, and drinking helped me take away all the thoughts. Five days ago, my acting didn't go as planned, and we had to shoot the same scene so many times, eventually, the director gave up and told me to take a week off. I was pissed, Y/n, I didn't know what was wrong with me. Y/n, I was too lost, I thought alcohol was he only solution. I completely forgot about you and alcohol is addicting and I couldn't stop"
I was shocked at my own actions. When I woke up, i instantly went to find y/n, to apologise, but I couldn't find her anywhere. She wasn't exactly gone, but she had taken a few things, including her car. I ran into the bathroom to check my reflection, but I regretted it. I had been with another girl. The alcohol effects died down when I sat down on the couch with water and Advil, crying to myself.

She softly cried in my arms, but her head laid on my shoulder and her arms were wrapped around my neck, in a tight grip, as if she would loose me forever if she had let go.
I continued to apologise, and went on for minutes, before she spoke.
"Tommy, I forgive *hiccup* you, but don't leave me ever again, I can't live without you..." She whispered. I couldn't believe it. She is actually giving me a second chance.
"I have this one last chance, and I'm not going to waste it, y/n. I'm going to prove to you that I'm going to be the one by your side, be the one who will hold you when you cry, be the one who will take you places you've never been, be the one to show you that I love you more than life itself, and would give up anything for you" I whispered to her, snaking my arms around her tiny waist. I shifted our position, so I sat cross legged and she straddled me.
"Tommy, I love you, please don't mess this up"
Instead of answering, I pulled her away before placing my lips on her own, softly.
"You won't ever be broken again, y/n, I love you too much to lose you" I said, before kissing her again.

SANGSTERS IVE DONE IT WOOOOO
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It took like 1 hour to write this, it is not edited.