(Thomas Sangster x Reader)

Chapter 3

I sat there hanging upside down on my couch. Reading the email Wes sent me.
Knock knock
I dropped my phone on my face by accident.
"Shit..." I rub my cheek. "That hurt". I rolled off the couch. Kicking myself along the floor on my back
"Coming!" I yell out. When I got to the door, I pulled my self up unto my feet. I let out a loud sigh. As I swing the door open. It was Dylan! And... Thomas.
"How'd you find out where I live?" I grab my chest shocked.
"I don't know Thomas knew". Dylan invited himself in and laid down on my couch. I glare over to Thomas who was still standing outside.
"People". His accent washed through my body making me tremble. I forgot how amazing his voice sounded. I roll my eyes shutting the door on him. Thomas slips in anyway.
"Nice house you got here". Dylan stood in the kitchen looking around. Thomas leant against the bench with his legs crossed. As I walk past him. We eye each other off. Dylan turns around and watches it awkwardly.
"Jeez what's up with you two?" Dylan crosses his arms. Thomas and I look at him raising an eyebrow.
"Anyway," I shake my head "why are you two here".
"We are leaving for New Mexico tomorrow". Thomas said pushing himself off of the bench catching up to where Dylan and I were.
"We are here to tell you and to help you pack". Dylan wipes out his phone after his statement. I look over at Thomas who looked back at me. I semi-smile at him. Thomas manages to actually smile at me. His smile was cute. I looked forward and blinked about 3 times then smiled at him smiling back at my smile.
"Yea anyways". Thomas walks up to stand next to Dylan. Dylan hold his phone up. He was on snapchat.
"Hey guys it's Dylan here along with Thomas and (y/n)!" He yells twirling around. Thomas and I look at each other confused.
"Do you guys want anything to drink?" I ask. Dylan shakes his head and sits down on the single arm chair in the living room. I look up Thomas.
"Water please".
"Glad to see someone using there manners..." I grab two cups out of the cupboard. I pass a cup of water to Thomas and one for my self. We lean on the cold marble bench quite close just talking. Dylan was snapchating us. I turned my phone on and opened snapchat to look at the stories. When I clicked Dylan's I watched the video of Dylan swirling around in my kitchen. Then the next snap made me blush so hard. It was a video of Thomas and I really close to each other. In the video Thomas me made me laugh then smirked at me. The caption on it has the letters:
D8?
Thomas notice me blushing and Dylan hysterically laughing at me. Thomas doesnt have snapchat nor did he watch me watch Dylan's story.
"I hate you Dylan" I laugh, face palming then making my way to the couch. Thomas joins.
"What time does the flight leave tomorrow?" I ask the boys
"1:45" Dylan answers still fixed on his phone.
"But we will pick you up". Thomas added, looking out the window behind Dylan. I nod.
"What time?"
"12"
"Okay". I begin to lung on the couch scrolling on my Twitter feed.
"Excuse me but where is the bathroom?" Thomas stood
up. I look at him confused. There is only 2 other rooms in my apartment besides this one. Like how hard is it to find the bathroom! I stand up and start waking down the hall with Thomas behind me. I point to the door next to my bedroom. Clearing my throat,
"That one".
"Thank you". He opened the door to the bathroom and slid in closing it after him. I walk into my bedroom and lay down on my bed. I hear the toilet flush. Then the tap running. Out of the corner of my eye I see Thomas leaning against the door frame. Trying ignore him roll over into my belly. He invites himself in. He plops down on the other side of my bed.
"Have you ever heard of an invite?" I roll over to face him sitting on my bed.
"No i haven't actually". He says sarcastically. I smirk creeps on his face.
"You know you should start packing". Thomas says taking the blanket off of me.
"You know you should get out". I wink at him.
"Ewwww get a room you two". Dylan's says walking in to my bedroom with his phone on his hand snapchating the whole thing.
"Already got one". Thomas winks and points to the celling.
I giggle then hit him on the shoulder rolling over. Thomas mouths something to Dylan. Then slips into a lying position and goes to hug me. We hear the video end. Thomas rolls off my bed and throws the blanket back on me. Dylan begins to film again.
"Seriously get packing". Thomas orders.
"Your not my mum".
"I'll become your daddy". Thomas jumps pinning me down.  As Dylan yells
"OHHHHHHHHHH"
We all burst out in laughter while Thomas climbs off of me.
"Night (y/n), start packing". Thomas turns the lights off and exits dramatically. I roll my eyes.
"Cya (y/n) catcha tomorrow". Dylan turns the light back on. I hear them leave my apartment.
"Oh my god". I say to myself laughing.