When... (Dylan O'Brien Character Imagines)

thomas when...

You visit him because you can't sleep

"Pssst, Thomas," You whispered into the room, hoping Thomas would be awake.

Suddenly his head popped out from the bottom of the bunk bed and he looked at you with a confused, sleepy look.

"Y/N?" He asked tilting his head more upright to face you. "What are you doing?"

You wiggled your way out of the vent and climbed up onto Thomas's bed.

"I couldn't sleep. It's not fair you guys get to stay here all together. I'm all alone with Teresa, and she snores," You whispered as you and Thomas sat quietly on the bed together.

"Why couldn't you go through the door?" He asked confused. "They lock the doors when it's curfew."

Thomas looked around the dormitory skeptically. He had the look on his face that said something was wrong.

"There's something not right about this place," He said looking at your dimly lit face. "You're paranoid about everything, Thomas."

"I know you're probably right, I just have this feeling," He said quietly, looking down at his hands. "Hey, if you really think something's up I'll help you. But not tonight, right now I need sleep. We can worry about it tomorrow."

Thomas nodded and motioned you under the covers. You both huddled together under the thin covers facing each other.

"Hey, Thomas," You barely whispered due to the close proximity. "Hm?" He hummed.

"Thank you. For everything. We couldn't have escaped without you. I just wanted to tell you, thanks again," Thomas opened his eyes and smiled at you. After everything you both had been through, you were always the light in his life.