Thomas Sanders Imagines

He Breaks Into Your Room

The night was quite as usually it is. It was eleven fifteen in the evening when you finally decided to stop reading Paradise Lost by Peter Schrag and laid in bed after turning off the lamp in the bedside table. It was easy to fall asleep because of the silence and the presence of satisfaction within you. Earlier, you went on a date with Thomas in the movies and you simply just had a wonderful day. A smile was plastered in your lips as you slowly felt yourself drone to sleep.

"(Y/N)," You tried to blink your eyes. This can't be right, am I dreaming? You thought.

"(Y/N)," The voice was unreasonably familiar to you.

"Thomas?" You uttered but nearly a hundred percent certain that you're dreaming about him again.

"Wake up," He said softly and you gradually opened your eyes. You saw a figure looking down above your face. It was blurry at first, but as soon as your vision started to focus; you saw Thomas with a grin on his face. His brown eyes were discernible despite of the lack of lighting in the room and his black hair formed a bed head that you found to be tremendously adorable. Albeit the fact that he was lying beside you in your bed in the middle of the night without you inviting him in surprised you so much that you said,

"THO-!" He quickly pecked you in the lips to stop you.

"Don't want to wake the neighbors aren't we?" His voice sounded so sexy that it made the butterflies in your stomach go wild.

"How did you get here?" You asked, moving into a sitting position.

"First, never leave your window unlocked," He said, "Second, I'm a professional climber."

You giggled, "Good climber? I agree. Professional? I don't think so."

He raised an eyebrow teasingly, "Oh, you're challenging me?" He drew his face nearer to yours.

"Fine," You said, "Why are you here anyway?" You glanced at your alarm clock that displays the time 12:24 am, "It's the middle of the night Thomas."

"To be frank about it, I'm not sure." He answered then nuzzled his face on your neck, "Do you want to watch a movie or we could just go back to sleep?" Thomas was sweet, but he's also starting to puzzle you.

"Why?" You asked.

"What do you mean 'why'?" His eyes were closed and you could feel his breath caressing your skin.

"I mean, there should probably be an explanation why you came here all of a sudden," You said, "This is one of the craziest things you've done so far."

Thomas gently laughed, "All right you got me baby. I was not satisfied with our date this afternoon. Then I figured out that I could always visit in your house anyway. So why not go for it? I feel like Edward freaking Cullen; Always breaking in his girlfriend's bedroom."

You chortled, "This is the first time you've done it though."

He snickered, "You better be prepared in the upcoming days then." He wrapped his arm around you protectively, "Wanna watch Twilight?"

"I don't know, I've already seen the movie series many times." You replied, "How about some Nicholas Sparks movies? We didn't finish The Longest Ride last time."

"It will just put the both of us in slumber," Thomas uttered, "How about The Conjuring instead?"

"Someone's in the mood for a horror movie," you said and bit your lower lip as you usually do when you're nervous, "I don't think we should watch that."

He moved and gazed at you in amusement, "Scared now?"

"No," You're torn between two ideas of whether you really don't want to or you do, "It's just that it's nighttime- obviously - and I might not get any sleep after. I'm fine during the day though."

"C'mon it will be fun!" He said and jumped off the bed, "Trust me." Thomas then grabbed your laptop from the study desk before coming back to bed.

Your eyes slowly adjusted to the light from the screen as Thomas typed in your password; MrSanders16643. "I'm surprised you haven't changed it."

You smiled in the corner of your lips, "I got used to it." The password was Thomas's idea after all. The numbers stand for 'I really really like you'. You were both fond of Carly Rae Jepsen's song.

Watching the horror movie was worth it. The laptop was on top of Thomas's lap to close the gap between the two of you. And you were curled up beside him with one of his arms behind your back; your head on his chest and his head leaned against yours.

You reached the scene where a ghost appeared on top of the cabinet and you shut your eyes, and for the sake of extra caution; covered it with your hand.

"This is a really bad idea," You whispered to Thomas and he laughed in return.

"But still fun though,"

It was nearly two o'clock when you finished the movie, and you were never been so glad, except that it also means for Thomas to leave.

"You could stay here for awhile if you want," You suggested as he set aside the laptop in your bedside table. After all those scary figures that you saw in the movie, you could really use some good company.

"You don't really think that I'm gonna leave you right?" He asked and shifted closer to you.

He leaned in, tilted his head to the side and you were kissing. Zero layers between you. His hand came to your face as you softly traced the line on his jaw. You both lay down as you kissed, Thomas on top of you and you started to move beneath him, arching your back.

"I love you Thomas Sanders," you felt his body relax as you whispered the words.