(Thomas Sangster x Reader)

Chapter 4

Thomas point of view
"Can we stop at Taco Bell first?" Dylan whines. His voice echoes through the car.
"How about after we pick (y/n) up". Kaya suggested. She sat on in front seat of the car. Next to the man who was driving us to the airport. Dylan and I sat in the back. Dylan continued to whine throughout the car trip.
"Your like a big baby you know that right?" I turn to him. He stares at me like I just offended his mum or something. I tried to hold back my laughter, I cloud tell he tried to. The car came to a halt.
"Right who's getting (y/n)?" Kaya asked turning to Dylan and I. We both point to each other in sync. Dylan throws his hands up over his eyes and slouches in his seat. Breathing heavily.
"I-I I can't move... To hu...ungry". Of course he was faking he is just a lazy bugger.
Rolling my eyes and beginning to laugh I open the car door.
"Whatever drama queen". As I stepped out onto the busy street. I quickly ran into (y/n) apartment building hoping no one saw me.
What number was she again?
My eyes scanned around for any possible signs of her door.
"I was here yesterday Thomas how can you forget already!" My eyes fell onto the mail boxes. I stepped forwards reading the printed letters above the numbers of the boxes.
1-Mr and Mrs Marshall
2- Mr Vincent
3- Miss (Your last name)
I place my finger on the brass number. Noting to myself it her apartment was number 3.
"So? You can't leave me alone can you". That voice, it was like angels singing, birds chirping. It was (y/n). I shook my head smiling. As I look up her she was as beautiful as ever!
"Stop Thomas!" My subconscious slaps me across my face. My cheeks warmed up, I faint blush decided to run across my face. I forced my head to look at my hands.
"A-Are you ready?"
"Oh um yes just give me a second". She ran up the stairs. My body begun following her up there although my mind didn't want to. Her door flew open faster then it should of. It hit the plant that was 'innocently' place next to her door then turned around begun its journey towards her face. I grabbed the thick wooden door as quick as I could. Forcing it to stop right in its tracks, centimetres from her face. (Y/n) stood there shocked. Her gorgeous (e/c) eyes stared into mine. I smirked.
"Not even a thank you?" I attempt to flirt.
"Sorry. Um thanks". She looked down at her (f/c) suit case. Man it was almost the size of her.
"Need help?" I ask placing my hand onto the suit case. (Y/n) shoots a glare that could kill at me. Her hand pulls the suitcase away from me. I watched as she narrowed her eyebrows down and begun to walk down the stairs.
"What did I do?" I wonder
"I can do it myself!"
Was the sass that came out her mouth? I roll my eyes.
"Wow sorry". Dragging the last 2 letters on. I make my way down the stairs taking the lead. I open the door and exit not even holding the door for her. I was slightly pissed off. When I sat in the car I watched her walk over to Dylan's side. She opens they door. Dylan stares at her awkwardly. She gestures him to move over and of course he does so.
"Hey (y/n)". Kaya says as (y/n) shuts the door. Everyone knew there was tension between us. That whole car ride was awkward.
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Normal point of view
As the black car pulled up at the airport, the cast was instructed to leave their luggage. The crew will come and get it.
"Alright guys stay close to each other". Kaya says. Hopping out of the car.
"Yea don't want to many cameras in your face". Dylan adds pushing Thomas out the door. (Y/n) followed them. People, cameras and news reports surrounded them as they entered the airport. Loud clicks, bright flashing lights and people screaming echoed through the whole airport. Thomas kept turning around checking that (y/n) was okay.
(Y/n) smiles and waved at people and cameras. She also slowed down to talk to fans. Thomas rolled his eyes while turning to face (y/n). Dylan and Kaya skipped ahead to the toilet. Thomas's hand gripped (y/n) upper arm tightly. He pulled her quite roughly towards him. He bent down to her ear while her head looked over his shoulder.
"Look, hurry up and keep your ass next to me and stop talking to them. We can do this once we get through security. We aren't going to get anywhere if you stop and have a big chit chat with the audience". He hisses into her ear. Thomas was never like this, in fact, he was acting totally irrational and not even himself. (Y/n) pulled away from him. His warm hand still gripping her cold arm. The two exchanged stares at each other before catching up to the Kaya and Dylan. While walking up the stairs to the gates Thomas didn't dare let go of (y/n). As the four took a seat at their gate, Thomas finally let go of her. (Y/n) crossed her arms and refused to even look at Thomas.
"I was only trying to help". He breaks the silents between them. She signed aggressively.
"It didn't help".
"Look, (y/n)-" Thomas was cut off. (Y/n) had stormed off. He got up quickly and chased after her. (Y/n) noticed the tall boy catching up to her so she sped up.