TMR/TBS Imagines

Thomas // Fight

*Warning: Possibly triggering since there's mention of abuse*

It was happening again. It was four hours after Thomas promised to be home but he wasn't. He was working with his cast mates for their new movie The Maze Runner, so I assumed some nights him and the guys would be out running lines or just being boys.

But this was getting out of hand. It had been every night this week that he comes home hours later than usual, occasionally smelling of alcohol. This just makes him forget to acknowledge me. He'll walk right past me and into the bedroom and crash on the bed, or would crash beside me and pull the sheets away from me and onto him (as if I didn't exist).

Maybe it was my fault? It hurt to think I was the one driving him away. Like he needed to go out with the guys or go to the bars just so he could get out of the house, or worse: away from me. I had cried for the last hour thinking that maybe something worse was going on. Maybe he was having an affair?

No, don't think like that. There's a difference between over working and cheating and I'm not sure if Thomas would ever cross that line. But frankly, I don't know who this new Thomas is.

I told myself that tonight would be the night that I confront him about it. I would ask him if there was something wrong and beg him to tell me how to fix it. I didn't want to sound needy... but I needed him. He had been my best friend growing up and my boyfriend for four years. I would surely lose my mind if I lost him.

I cleaned up the kitchen of the meal I made for us; the meal I spent an hour making in hopes that he would come home and have a nice cooked meal with me like old times. But like always, he let me down.

Suddenly, I heard the familiar sound of his motorcycle pull into the driveway before turning off. I could feel my heartbeat already quickening as I thought about what was to come. I wasn't quite sure actually how he was going to respond since we literally hadn't spoken a word to each other in two days. He was gone before I woke up and came while I was sleeping so we never had interaction. It was heartbreaking really.

I sat on the couch with one leg under me and the other bouncing against the wood floor. If it wasn't obvious, I was extremely nervous. I shouldn't be though. He was just my boyfriend. Nothing to worry about.

I heard the door open and close almost instantly, before heavy footsteps echoed in the kitchen. I stood up from the couch and for the first time in three weeks, approached him.

He was scanning through the list of bills that came in the mail before scoffing and tossing them angrily onto the counter. The noise it made, made me jump slightly but I quickly composed myself when I looked at him. His usual combed hair was messy, as if he had tugged on the ends for a long time. He had dark bags hanging under his bloodshot eyes. I could practically see the alcohol on him, but it was the smell that was the dead giveaway.

"H-hi Tommy," I said behind the island so space was kept between us. He jumped and turned to face me with a scared expression. It then turned into an angry one as he grumbled something under his breath and stormed off to our bedroom.

He threw his shirt off and tossed it to the hamper in my closet. I entered the room slowly as he dug through a drawer for a new shirt.

"Uh, where were you?" I asked timidly, not wanting to make him any more angry.

"Out," he snarled and slammed that drawer before opening the one next to it.

"Why are you home so late?" I asked again. He looked up and eyed me once before scoffing.

"I was with the guys running lines and we ran late. Sorry if that doesn't work in little miss perfects schedule," he said taunting me.

'He's just stressed' I tried to tell myself. "But this had been happening for a couple weeks. Are you really running lines late every night?"

"What the bloody hell are you going on about? What you think I need to tell you exactly where I am at every second? You're not my bloody mother!" He jumped at me before storming into the living room searching for something.

"Thomas," I said even lower out of fear. "I just haven't seen you at all in two weeks and I-

"You're so selfish!" He screamed making me jump backwards. "I go out everyday working my fucking ass off to pay for all these nice things for you, and you have the fucking decency to complain about not seeing me?!"

He was slowly inching towards me so I was slowly inching backwards. "I-its not that I'm not grateful, Tom, b-but I don't see you and-"

"Why can't you just be happy with what I give you?! I do everything for you and it's still not enough!" He was hovering over me as I was cowering against the wall. I was shaking against it with tears streaming down my cheeks. This wasn't my Thomas.

He lifted his arm up into the air and immediately cried out. I ducked my head down and squinted my eyes shut hoping to dodge his swing to hit me.

A few seconds passed, and I was unharmed. I slowly opened my eyes to see Thomas kneeling beside me. His mortified face stared at mine with his hands out.

"(Y/N), I-I... did-did you think I was gonna..." he stuttered sounding more like him. I sunk onto the floor and avoided looking at him at all costs.

He leaned forward and this just sent me into panic mode. "No, no! I'm sorry! Please don't hurt me!"

He looked horrified and undeniably guilty with tears falling just as fast as mine were. He still moved closer but the anger and black eyes he had a minute ago were gone.

"No, no, no, my love. I-I'm sorry," he cried while frantically pulling me into his chest. I latched onto his white hoodie and sobbed into his shoulder. He wrapped his arms around me and gently rubbed my back. "Love, I'm so sorry. The boys... they've been forcing me to take this pill everyday to loosen up and it's been making me crazy. I'm sorry! I would never hurt you! Never."

I slowly sat up not bothering to wipe off my soaked cheeks. I put on hand on his cheek and one on his neck. "Is it my Tommy again?"

"It's me, my love. God, looking at how scared you were of me... it kills me," he said putting his hands on my neck. "I'm so sorry. I promise I'll talk to someone about the boys and I won't go out with them. I'm sorry I've been hurting you like this. I love you so much and I can't believe I did that."

I moved into his lap and held him as if he were my child. I gently rocked him while I rubbed my nose and forehead against the side of his head.

"I forgive you. I love you more than anything, Tommy. I just missed you," I said pecking his cheek a few times.

"Can I... can I make it up to you?" He asked turning so we could face each other. "I could take you out to dinner? I could fly you to Paris? I could buy you a car?"

I giggled and pulled his neck until our lips connected. The familiar soft lips melted against mine. I missed the feeling of his warm lips pressed with mine so much, it felt like our first time again. I broke apart but left them lingering in between us so when one of us spoke, our lips glided past each other's.

"All you have to do, is stay here with me," I whispered.

"Yes! Yes, I'll make you dinners, I'll cuddle with you for hours, we can watch movies all day and I'll do whatever you ask for. I just need to make you feel good again." I kissed him once again but this time let it last longer and deeper. That was all I needed to feel good, ever. Just him. Just Thomas was what I needed to be happy. And thankfully, I had him back.