I have everything, except you - Thomas Brodie Sangster fic

18. Sunset

I woke up with a pounding headache and sore feet. I was lying face down in my rumpled bed, with my legs hanging off the side. I lifted my head off the pillow, and looked down at the white fabric to see smears of foundation, mascara and lipstick stained on it. I groaned, face planting back to sleep for another hour.

I finally fully woke up at 12pm, still slightly groggy. My Saturday was half over and I hadn't even got up. I was still in my dress, leaving me trying to work out what time I had gotten home last night. It was kind of a blur.

I remembered an after-party at someone's house, Steph's maybe? I remember drinking, and dancing, but not much else.

I slipped downstairs in search of breakfast, because I was starving. As I ate my cereal, I noticed a red light flashing on the home phone, so I got up and pressed listen.

Evan's voice oozed through the receiver like honey. I should've guessed. He was the only one that would call my home phone, after I had blocked his cell phone.

"I.. I just wanted to say that.. *hiccup*.. I miss you... and I think we should... we should... fuc-" I cut off his drunk message, quickly slamming the delete button. Dad came into the kitchen.

He faked shock. "Woah. Sweetie, you look terrible," he laughs. I laugh back, yawning. "I'm heading down to Dan's in an hour, want to come?" He asks, and I nod vigorously.

I head upstairs and take a long shower, washing my hair and shaving my legs. I get rid of all of the makeup on my face and brush my teeth. It feels so good to be fresh and clean again, it's like a rebirth.

I decide to only put on mascara, concealer and to fill in my eyebrows. I didn't want to pack makeup on my face again and I hoped Thomas wouldn't mind. I went for a peach flavored lip balm and wore light denim jeans, a white shirt and a soft grey Adidas hoodie, slipping my white converse into my feet.

We got to their house at 4.30, the sun was lowering in the sky, the air was warm and the light cast shadows of trees on the pavement.

We knocked at their white front door, which was immediately opened by Thomas. He shook hands with my dad and smiled at me, gesturing for us to come in. "Hey Mr Hartman, how are you?" He asked my dad. "Good thanks son," he replied.

I couldn't help smiling, my dad was so natural around Dan's family, which tells me that they were really close before. He never really went out to see people that aren't workmates, until now.

We get into the lounge and Dan is setting bowls of chips and a few pizzas on the table. We greet each other and all sit down to watch the rugby game.  (A/N: I'm from NZ lol all we watch is rugby idk)

Thomas and I sit on the soft carpet, shoulder to shoulder, sharing a pizza. I notice him inching closer to me and as the game continues I'm barely watching. I smile, hiding it with a handful of chips.

I feel his shoulder rise with every breath, I want to lay my head on it but resist. He leans his head closer to mine and whispers, "This is great but do you wanna do something else?" I nod, "Oh my god yes," I reply, relieved.

We make an excuse to leave and the Dad's let us go, with a suspicious glance at each other. We run off, laughing. We get to his room and flop down on his bed, tired from the short burst of exercise.

He sits up abruptly, looking at the clock. "Hey! It's my favourite time of day, lets go!" He jumps up off the bed. I lean on my hands. "5.45? Go where?" I ask, confused.

He opens his window and starts climbing out, so I get up to follow. We get out onto the roof outside his window, but he looks up at a higher ledge and motions for me to go first.

I struggle, the top of the roof is high and I have the upper-body strength of a frail chinchilla. He reaches up to help, and pushes up on my butt.

"Is there any particular reason your hand is on my ass, Sangster?" I smirk, looking down to him. He blushes, stuttering. "I was.. helping you.." I laugh as I reach the top, heaving myself over the last bit. I reach down to give him a hand.

We sit watching the sun slip below the buildings, painting the sky with pink and orange streaks, there were no clouds in the sky for once. We let our feet dangle and I looked at him, the sun hit his hair and eyes, which were narrowed against the brightness.

The light reflected off the thin gold chain he wore around his neck, it suited him so well. "Where did you get your necklace? I always see you wearing it," I asked, examining it closer.

"Well my aunt gave it to me when I was young, and I started wearing it, now I just never really take it off, it's become a part of me I guess,"

He looked up from his hands and our eyes met. I don't know who started leaning in but with the golden light dancing on the roof and the view we found ourselves being drawn together like hesitant magnets. My brain kicked into overdrive.

This is happening. It's happening right now. This is too fast. Do I even want him to kiss me? Do I want to kiss him? Yes. Oh god. I really do.

When our lips were inches away I pulled back suddenly, covering my mouth. "Wait, my breath is bad," I said, and he burst out laughing.

He pulled a tube of mints out of his pocket and placed one between his teeth, wiggling his eyebrows. I laughed. "Oh come on, it's like you don't want a piece of this," he said, motioning to himself. "Shut up and kiss me then," I replied, smiling as our lips connected.

His lips tasted like mint and raspberry, and when I pulled away he was staring at me, his small trademark frown sitting above his eyes.

"What? Didn't you like that?" I asked nervously, worried I'd just made a huge mistake.

"No no, that's definitely not it. It's just.." he tucks a strand of my hair that's floating in the gentle breeze behind my ear. "I'm.. kinda feeling confused...
You taste like peach, by the way, it's delicious," he grins, lowering himself down from the ledge then reaching up to help me, now that the sky was darkening.