Chances [T.B.S]

Chapter Two

"I'm going with Dylan! We'll be back!" Holland yelled before closing the front door behind her. The sound of the shower drown everything else out, including my thoughts. Being in or around water was the only time I felt at peace.. with life and myself. Los Angeles was the perfect spot to get away, so close to the ocean and so far from Cambridge.

Once the shower was over, I grabbed one of the large and fluffy towels; wrapping myself inside.

"Of course I would forget to grab clothes."

I poked my head out to make sure no one was back yet, before quietly tip toeing out the door.

"Bloody hell!" I froze in my spot, slowly turning around to see a tall boy covering his eyes with his large hands.

"Oh my God, my eyes!" Dylan belted opening the door to his apartment. My cheeks turned a bright shade of crimson, as I looked over at my brother and his girlfriend.

"Oh shut up Dylan she's covered up!" Holland laughs playfully smacking him. At that moments two more boys walk in behind them, eyes widened at the commotion. They were easily recognizable, I had seen the recent film my brother played in. The Maze Runner. The two walking in were Gally and Minho, I had no idea what their actually names were though.

"You said your friends! You didn't say your cast members!" I groaned hiding my face with my hands. In an attempt to scurry off to my room, then worst possible that would've happened in that moment, did. My clumsy ass fell, towel flying off, legs in the air.

Dylan burst into laughter, also covering his eyes. Making his two guests laugh too. The British boy ran up to me trying not to make eye contact with any part of me, handing me the stray towel.

"Norah, meet Thomas Sangster. Thomas, this is my mess of sister." Oh God.. my life was officially over. Thomas Brodie Sangster, was so gorgeous. His light hair acting as a halo above me, while his deep brown eyes finally scanned my face. If it was possible, my face grew darker.

"She is mess.. a pretty hot mess too." One of the other boys spoke quietly.

"Not what I meant!" My brother groaned making his way to the kitchen.

"Want some help, love?"

"Actually.. Norah's a big fan you, Tom."

"You. shut. your. face. Dylan." I muttered breathless, glaring after the other O'Brien. Thomas looked down at me with an amused expression, taking my outstretched hand in his and pulled me up. My other hand holding onto the towel now covering me again, tightly.

"I'll just be in my room, making no noise, and pretending I don't exist."

"Awhhhh" a chorus of voices followed after me as I closed the door to my new room.

"Was that a Harry Potter Reference?" The Gorgeous British boy spoke, I could faintly hear Dylan reply.

"Yeah she does that."

"Great way to meet Thomas Brodie-Sangster. Seriously, great job Norah." I groaned flopping down on my bed. I suck at life.

After moping in my own pool of embarrassment, I got dressed. Letting my naturally wavy hair do it's own thing and putting on a little bit of make up.

The time read 2:30pm. I traveled via airplane all night, and then a smelly cab in the morning. Needless to say, I'm exhausted from jet lag.

Not wanting to disappoint my brother or be pestered by him later for not coming out of my room, I decided to join the group. Bracing myself for the jokes and misery to follow.

"There she is!" Dylan jumped up, grabbing my arm and pulling me towards the 4 sitting on the couch. "Guys, this is my little sister Norah, with her clothes on." He emphasized, chuckling to himself.

"Hardy har har." I laughed sarcastically, once again glaring at my brother. "And again, I'm twenty-four, We're only two years apart."

Dylan jokingly cooed "you'll always be my little baby sister though." With an eye roll I sat down at the end of the couch, close to Gally. Whose name was not in fact Gally, but he'll be called that until we're introduced.

"Norah, that's Will and Ki, and you've already met Thomas." Holland giggled to herself, followed by a quiet high five from her other half.

Will, whose name sadly wasn't Gally, looked over to me and smiled. "Don't worry, you're hot with your clothes on too." A roar of laughter from everyone else in the room made me crack a smile.  Will was somehow more handsome in person, I couldn't help but notice his sweet smile and freckled face.

"Thank you? I think."

Our night went on like that, random jokes at my expense from everyone but Thomas, whom I just assumed was as equally embarrassed as I was. He did get the full view of the most embarrassing moment of my life. Maybe we can trauma bond over it later.

Among the laughter and jokes, my phone flashed signaling a phone call. The number was easily recognizable, although I deleted his number months ago to try and stop myself from wanting to text him..

"What's wrong Norah?" Holland gave me a concerned look, coming over to check on me. All heads snapping in my direction as I showed her the screen on my phone. "Is it him?" With a blank stare, I nodded at her.

Holland, being the good friend she is, took my phone from me, swiftly rejecting the call and putting it in her own pocket. I smiled kindly at her, "I think I'm going to go for a walk." Standing up and retreating out the front door before anyone could protest. As I walked down the hallway footsteps quickly followed me.

"Mind if I join you? I love those lads but they're a bit loud." Thomas's accent cooed in my ears.

"Sure."

After leaving the building we walked in a random direction, surrounded by city lights that only came on while the sun began to set.

The phone call sat on my mind, he hasn't called me or even tried to talk to me since we broke up. Why now? Did he have something of mine? Did he.. miss me? Something about today made me think.. maybe I would be okay without him. Maybe all I needed was a reminder that I have friends, family, and there are more cute boys in the world than him.. with equally as cute British accents.

"May I ask who called you?" Thomas quietly asked, stoped at a park bench. I sat down, heart beating faster as he set down next to me.

"My ex."

"How long has it been?"

"Months.."

"How many months?"

"Eight." I chuckled, tilting my head to look up at him. Thomas smiled back at me, turning so he could look at me and talk.

"Well, In the few hours I've known you, I have to tell you..  you're better off and he's a bloody idiot." We both laughed, a genuine laugh. I was sitting where so many girls dreamed of being, but that didn't cross my mind at the time. Thomas Sangster's words of wisdom, would be the real start of my new beginning.