Thomas Sangster Imagines (requests open)

Home so soon?

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Y/n~

It has been five months since I've been alone in this huge house my boyfriend for eight faithful years, Thomas, had bought for the both of us. He had to shoot The Maze Runner's second sequel; The Death Cure in South Africa, Cape Town for almost a year. I understood that he had to be there to make the movie, that he was this hotshot in the Film Industry, being a gorgeously handsome actor with a packed schedule of filming with absolutely less time with his girlfriend, but sometimes I don't really know what to think of myself in his life...

He usually texts me before any takes were going to happen with him in it or when he gets home to his assigned room in a hotel near by their shooting location, but tonight, I get none.

I got worried as the time passed quickly. I look at our wall clock that was effortlessly ticking right above the counter in the kitchen where I rested my arms, crossed and where I stood by, reading the hours that passed by.

5 pm... (Drinks water for the rest of the hour)

7.. (Eats dinner by myself)

9.. (Watches an episode or two of Revenge)

*Tinggg*

I was slightly frightened at my phone's ring tone that notifies me whether I've received a text or not. I looked at the display bar on the glowing screen.

  Thomas 💞: Hey baby girl, I'm sorry I haven't texted (...)

There was more to it, so I picked my phone up with almost all of the energy left inside me. I slid the text to the side and entered my password and read the rest of his words while leaning back to the couch.

Thomas 💞: Hey baby girl, I'm sorry I haven't texted since morning, we did the shoot earlier than usual today and there were stunts that were shot to 'perfection' (says Wes) and Dylan asked us to hang out with him after a long day and we had a few drinks at the bar and I forgot my phone here in the hotel and now I'm home. I miss you, love. I really do. I'm sorry. This won't happen again.

A smile crept onto my lips as I stared at the screen a little longer. I decided to reply.

It's okay, Tommy. I understand. It's not like I've been waiting for your text all day long... I hope you had fun 😘

A lie. And I know it. I envied his busy life while I'm stuck here doing nothing at all, other than watching T.V, eating (hey I'm not complaining about eating. Just saying), sleeping and doing the cycle all over again.

He replied immediately.

Thomas 💞: I know you're lying, love. Don't worry, I'll be home in just five more months, then I'll be all yours 😍

I smiled at this once again, biting my lower lip to keep me from grinning. I sighed in relief but remembered that five months takes a hundred and fifty more days... I frowned, until my phone started to ring. I knew who it was already as I peeked at the caller ID. I turned the television off.

(Bold- Thomas/Italics- Y/n)

"Hey, Tom... How was the bar?– I mean, your day?"