Newt imagines 2

Run, my love, run

Thomas walked into his favourite coffee shop, it was a home-ran shop by a woman living in the same apartment block as him. He would always get the same delicious latte and sometimes a cheeky double chocolate muffin, although today there was none left. He sat in his usual spot, a big leather sofa by the window that in the summer sun heats up like a radiator.

He had been there for almost half an hour and the place was slowly crowding up until there were no more seats but the one opposite him. The little bell on the door tinged and a young woman, maybe a year younger than him, entered the shop. She wore baggy jeans and a checked shirt, the sleeves rolled up to her elbows. She was very pretty, (despite the tomboy look) would have been beautiful if one of her legs wasn't stuck at such an odd angle, with the help of crutches she hopped over to him.

"Excuse me, is this chair taken?" She smiled, her face lit a warm glow from the summer sun.

Thomas shook his head and then returned to his book, he continuously flick his eyes at the woman unable to focus on his book. He notice her rest her odd leg on the spare space on the sofa next to him, it was in a thick blue cast.
"My name is y/n." She offered a hand shake.
Thomas took it. "Thomas" then returned to his book.
The baristas at the bar started whispering and rushing together, they tiptoed over, one carrying a cake.

The nearest female barista threw her arms around the woman clearly giving her a jump. "Congrats y/n!!"
The other placed the cake in front of her astonished face and they all took turns hugging her. Her eyes began to swell with tears as she looked at the cake, the British flag and the Olympic lion iced on the top.
"Your in the team!" One squealed.
"Thanks guys." She whispered. It was like the cake was upsetting her more every moment it was in front of her.
"Well, go on then. Cut it, Danielle made it and it looks SO good." A male barista said very camp, putting stress on almost every word, Thomas knew him to be called Joe.
Y/n took the knife and cut the cake, a very fake scream as she reached the bottom, she cut everyone slices.

Thomas was glimpsing all of this from over his book, using it as a disguise. She was confusing him but at the same time he wanted to know more. "Thomas." It was y/n. "Would you like a slice?"
"Oh, um no thanks." He kindly turned down.
"You sure, it's chocolate cake." She waved the piece at him, gently laughing.
"Omfg your Thomas sangster!" One of the baristas screamed going all fangirl. "Can I get a picture and an auto graph?.."
Thomas put his book down blushing, great now he will have to find another cafe to go to.

Y/n elbowed the barista in the guts. "Leave him alone. Go on, you guys have customers." She laughs as they all walk off waving, then the smile drops and a split second she looked pained.

She puts the smile back on sliding the cake slice over to Thomas. "Sorry about them."
"Oh no worries." He looks at the slice maybe it would give him a clue at who the hell this girl was. All that was written on the cake was 'go girl!' He took a bite, it really was good. He leant back in his seat and picked up his book noticing that y/n was staring at him weirdly.
"Sorry, do you mind if I ask who the hell you are?" She blushed.
Thomas was taken back, he thought y/n knew. They must have both been thinking the same things. He chuckled. "I'm an actor, you might know me from nanny McPhee or love actually when I was much younger."
She looks into the distance as if trying to piece it all together. "No sorry, I don't watch much Tv."
"Don't worry, I don't either." He takes another bite putting away his book, he preferred talking anyway. She was playing with her cake, crumbling it up and squashing the icing with a fork. "I'm not meant to eat this stuff." She explains.
"What do you do for a living?" Thomas asks.
"Oh, nothing much, I did run."

They talked for an hour before y/n had to get a bus, he helped her to the door hoping to see her again. He slipped a napkin with his number in her bag praying she would find it later. That night he googled her and clicked on the first link. 'A fatal fall for England' it was a newspaper article, apparently it was a headliner. Y/n a new runner braking through the lines, surprises England when at the Olympic tryouts she easily beats all her completion in the 1,500m track. Earning a hard worked for spot on the woman's athletics team for the Rio Olympic Games. Then it went into her background, how as a child she was born with a malfunction in her left foot, going through insane amounts of surgery to fix it. Thomas leans back, her left foot.. He could have sworn that was the one in cast. There was a YouTube video. There she was y/n, jumping up and down dressed in shorts and a top preparing to run her 1,500m Olympic tryout. He watched amazed as she ran it, beating the second place girl by a couple of seconds. He smiled as she laid on the track getting back her breath, fist pumping the air, gleaming in happiness... And sweat.
Then it went onto the 500m sprints, y/n was there again at the starting line, getting into position, besides her was the girl she beat earlier in the 1,500m. They were small talking. The gun went and y/n bursted into action her legs going quicker and quicker, her arms pumping her along. He could just about make out the determination in her face. Then it was all quick. The other girl was along side her continuously glancing at y/n, then she wiped y/n out, shoulder budging her and tripping her up. Thomas felt anger running through him as y/n fell rolling along the track. She had to be alright, she had to. Then he remember her at the cafe, he was getting into this far too much, of course she wasn't alright, he had seen she wasn't. She tried to get up, her face bright red. She limped a couple of paces and then fell down, her foot was at a flat against the track floor, at a 90 degree angle to normal. She weeped as the other runners lapped her, one stopped at her side calling over the medical team. Thomas shut his laptop unable to watch the rest. He was fuming at the girl for destroying y/n's chances. His phone bleeped, he pushed aside his anger and picked it up, it was unknown. 'Hey Newt, it's y/n.'
He laughed, she must have googled him as well.

And that was it, every Saturday Thomas would sit in the same spot at the same time and then moments later she would join him. It was like they were meeting up for coffee, but it was never planned. He was growing to like her, enough to call her a best friend and someone he could trust - probably more than Dylan!

One Saturday he was sat there waiting for y/n, growing worried. He checked his phone for like the hundredth time, no message nothing. The bus must be late he told himself, that had happened before, he wished she would just let him give her a lift. The baristas were all chatting together louder than usual. "It's time." Joe screamed grabbing the remote to the tv. He turned it on just it time, the British athletics team and coach walked out, well most except one at the back. Thomas stood up and joined the baristas standing in front of the Tv, other customers looking at them strangely. It was the diamond athletics game, a buildup completion to the Olympics which is in just over a year and a half.
At the back y/n was in her team tracksuit hobbling on with her crutches. She hugged her team wished them luck, even Lauren - the girl who broke her foot, then went to sit with the coach in front seats. Thomas went back to his seat eyes locked on the screen as the first few races started. Soon it was the interval, the camera switched to inside the commentators lounge, three of them were sat opposite y/n, her foot resting on a stool. She looked happy to be doing something.

"Look at her." The baristas scream. "That's our girl."
Thomas smiles happy to see y/n's face.

"Welcome y/n." They greet her.
"Hi." She smiles.
"How do you think Lauren will do in the 1,500metres?"
"That's next isn't it? I know Lauren will go out there and give it her best shot and I'm certain she has it in her to win, it more the mental mood she needs to get right." Y/n smiles for the camera, she had personally told Thomas there was no way Lauren could win, she could get second if she tried.
"Because she's taking your place right now. How does that feel?"
"I'm disappointed.. of course." Y/n lies, she was distraught, her life was built for this. "But I'm so glad for Lauren to get this experience and to show the world what she can do, she really does deserve it."

They talk about the strategy of running, talking about Mo Farah and his win, then about the other woman's team members, y/n talking about them all highly.

"So y/n, what are you finding the hardest part of living a normal life." The interviewer asks.
She ponders a moment. "The food I think, because I spend all day not doing loads, like I can't do any sport and I'm going out to parties and family dinners. I've gained a bit of weight. Especially with my new coffee partner." She flashes a check grin at the camera that he new was for him.
The whole shop looks at him whilst he beams happily.
"Well sounds like your enjoying yourself, thank you for coming in y/n and we hope to see you running at the Olympics."
They say good bye and the camera switches to Lauren getting ready for her race.