TMR/TBS Imagines

Thomas // Airplanes

I ran to the front desk beside the entrance to the plane that was sealed shut. The two woman at desk scanned me over before putting on the fake smile they were payed to use.

"I'm here. I have my ticket and my bags," I begged holding out my passport and papers.

The woman shook her head. "I'm sorry but the plane will be taking off in a minute. I'm afraid you've missed it. You can take the next flight to America tomorrow at noon."

I ran my hand through my hair and chewed on my bottom lip. "Please, I have to be on that plane. I have no where else to go," I pleaded.

"I'm sorry ma'am. There's nothing we can do for you except book you for the flight for tomorrow," the other woman informed me. I nodded and gave a quick thank you.

Suddenly, a man crashed beside me into the desk with his papers in his hand like me. He was a tall, scrawny boy with dirty blond hair. He was panting a little as if he ran to the desk.

"Is the gate closed already? No, no I'm here. I'm sorry I'm late but there was a lot of traffic and there were girls and-" the boy panicked but the woman placed her hand out for him to stop.

"It's like I just told this woman," she said gesturing to me. "You'll have to take the next flight to America tomorrow at noon. I'm sorry but that's all I can do for you two." I grabbed my bag and tugged it over to a seat directed at the window where my plane was leaving.

I shouldn't even be here, in England I mean. I was only visiting my boyfriend for the holidays and wasn't supposed to go home for another week. That was the plan until I found him lying in his bed with some half naked girl. I then booked the first flight back to America and packed up all my stuff.

"Hey," I heard a man say above me. It was the blond boy from the desk moments ago. He had a large suitcase behind him and a guitar strapped to his back.

"Hi. I'm sorry you missed the flight too," I said. He eyed the seat beside me asking to sit. I gestured for him to join me, so he quickly took off the guitar and sat beside me. He struggled a little bit with sitting the guitar up straight against his suitcase making me giggle.

"Me too. It's a shame the next flight isn't until tomorrow," he said making me notice the heavy British accent. "I'm Thomas by the way."

He held his hand out for me to shake and I did, appreciating his soft hands. As I looked at him, I couldn't help but find something familiar in those deep brown eyes.

"I'm (Y/N)," I replied. "I'm sorry, but you look really familiar." He chuckled and flushed red. "Is it something I said?"

"No, no," he assured me. "I'm an actor. Maybe you've seen me in something." That's when I put it together. The blond hair, the brown eyes, the British accent, the undeniably cute child-like face. He was Thomas Brodie-Sangster.

"Oh my gosh, you're Thomas Brodie-Sangster," I said a little too loud. I quickly covered my mouth but was unable to cover my burning cheeks. He just laughed.

"It's alright, love. I am. I assume you've heard of me?" I took my hands off my face.

"I loved you in the Maze Runner and Game of Thrones. And well, everything you've been in," I said slyly. I was blushing in front of the Thomas Sangster: the Newt, the Jojen, the Ferb, the Simon. I couldn't help but fangirl over him.

"Thanks. I was actually going to America to start filming for the Scorch Trials, the next movie in the Maze Runner series," he explained. "So tell me. Why is a beautiful girl like yourself going to America for?"

I sighed and looked down at my hands in my lap. He immediately started apologizing for over stepping.

"You didn't. It's just not as exciting as you," I said chuckling at how pathetic I sounded. "I was visiting my boyfriend and caught him in bed with some other girl. I got on the first flight home but I missed it. And now I'm here with you."

"I'm sorry to hear that. He must be some asshole to cheat on a girl like yourself." I blushed even more and couldn't help but grin. The famous Thomas Sangster was complementing me.

We continued for a while about this and that until we noticed how hungry we were since we had been talking for a few hours.

"How about I treat the beautiful girl to dinner," he offered.

"Oh I couldn't ask you to do that," I mumbled.

"Nonsense. You've been through enough," he said standing up. He held his hand out for me and helped me to my feet. "Well how about we make a deal instead?"

"What kind of deal?"

"You can pay for your own meal as long as you rethink your taste in men," he smirked.

I giggled and tucked a piece of hair behind my ear. "Gladly."