TMR/TBS Imagines

Thomas // Leaving

* So this was one I wrote a long long time ago and completely forgot it existed! I don't really like it but I figured there was no harm in posting it! *

This wasn't how today was supposed to go. I was supposed to be in my best friends house watching movies instead of crying into an old t-shirt. Thomas wasn't supposed to leave.

"(Y/N), its alright," Ava said rubbing my back. She had been beside me all morning when I realized he was gone. I was supposed to take him to the airport to say goodbye, but after our fight last night, I didn't go.

-- last night --

"(Y/N)! I have amazing news!" Thomas cheerfully yelled while running into my house. He grabbed my hands and spun me around a few times until I felt a little dizzy.

"Woah, okay, what is it?" I asked smiling at my best friend.

"I got the part!" His grin spread to my face as I jumped into his arms and gave him a tight hug.

"Oh my god, Thomas! That's wonderful! You had been running those lines for two weeks. I'm so proud of you!" His smile faded as he pushed me out of his arms. "What's wrong?"

"Filming... its in America." The room grew scarily quiet as I pulled myself away from him. Tears already welled in my eyes as I chewed on my lip to keep from letting them fall.

America. Many, many miles from our home here in England. That was another country, continent, time zone. Something we had only dealt with one other time and he promised after then he would never leave me again. It was too hard for us to be away from each other.

"You're leaving? After what happened last time you wanna run off again?" Anger was replacing the hurt I was originally feeling.

"This is my job, (Y/N). I wanted that role so I went and got it. You were the one who actually told me to go for it in the first place," he yelled back at me. He was getting angry too but that didn't stop me from yelling back.

"Yeah, cause I didn't know where it would be! You just wanna go run off back to Hollywood and leave the rest of us here?!"

"There's nothing for me here! I don't need to stay and get yelled at for something you told me to do! I'm leaving and that's final! See if I care to come back!" He screamed before pushing past me and running back out the door he came in.

-- present --

"It's not, Ava. He's gone and I didn't even get to say goodbye because I was too angry at him. He didn't want to stay with me," I cried wiping my eyes and nose.

"He did want to stay. He just didn't think he had a reason to because you didn't tell him how you felt," she explained while pulling the shirt from my face.

I sniffled and looked up at her. "This is all my fault. If I just told him then maybe he would have stayed?"

She shrugged and and took the shirt out of my lap and pulled me to my feet. "There's only one way to find out. His plane leaves in one hour."

I darted my eyes towards the clock and gasped at the realization that I could make it. I pulled Ava into a tight hug before ripping my keys off the counter and running to my car. The drive to the airport was a little under a hour, thirty minutes if I sped. All I needed to do was find him and tell him how I felt. Maybe then, he would come back to me.

It was selfish of me to do this to him- chase after him until he was forced to stay here without doing what he loves but I couldn't survive here without the boy I loved. Not again. Not after last time.

My hands were sliding all over the steering wheel from nervous sweat drenching it but I hadn't managed to crash yet which I was quite surprised of. I never normally drove like I maniac, only when my love life was on the line.

I found the first parking space I could find and ran towards the stairs where I ran down two flights. When I made it inside the airport, I rushed past the slow moving people all with suitcases and/or bags on their backs.

I hadn't even thought about what I looked like until now: I had on a pair of black leggings, one of Thomas's old t-shirts and my hair thrown into a messy pony tail. Makeup was smeared all under my red, puffy eyes and I'm sure my breath wasn't too pleasant either. It didn't matter now. All that mattered was getting to him.

When I got to his gate number, I searched the crowd of people until my eyes found the familiar mesh of blond hair. It was messy and out of place, like his hands had been running through it all morning. He was standing at the middle of the line with his ticket in hand to board the plane with all of his luggage beside him.

"Thomas!" I yelled towards the crowd, not caring about the full airport of annoyed people beside me. He spun around and searched for a minute until he found me. His eyes were red, just like mine, only his weren't covered in black smudged makeup.

I continued running even when I noticed he was running towards me too. A smile broke onto both of our faces as our bodies crashed into each other's. My hands were tightly tied around his neck while holding the back of his head while his held tightly to my back. His cold leather jacket was radiating his scent- mint and cigarettes- which only brought the tears out faster.

"Tom, I lied," I whispered pulling out of his chest but remained inside his arms. His eyes met mine as all time froze; the cliche feeling that we were the only two people in the room. "You do have something here still. A girl who loves you: me."

His smile widened into a large grin while he slid his hands up to my cheeks. "I love you too. Always have." I didn't let him talk anymore when I tugged on the collar of his leather jacket until his face couldn't get any closer.

His soft and wet lips molded over mine as I stood up taller on my top toes. Each of our grips tightened until there was physically no space left between our chests. I tilted my head slightly to the left for a better angle which worked nicely for Thomas to be able to slip his tongue inside my mouth.

The kiss lasted only a few more seconds when I pushed him back laughing. His eyebrows raised in confusion as a hurt expression fell over his face. "Why'd you stop?"

"We're in the middle of an airport. I think we should stop making a scene," I giggled glancing around at the judgmental looks adults were throwing at us.

He chuckled and pecked my lips quickly before rushing back over to grab his stuff. He had only one bag and his guitar that he strapped across his chest. He linked our fingers when he reached me again and walked back the way I came.

"But what about your role? I feel bad for making you lose it," I whined once we passed most of the rushing crowd.

"It was a tiny role. I only had a couple lines. Plus, I have something better right here in London. I have my girl," he said placing a wet kiss on my cheek as we continued walking towards the car and back to our home.