Thomas Brodie-Sangster Oneshots

Accent Troubles [Thomas Brodie-Sangster]

You sip from the red cup in your hands as everyone around you danced to the music or made some stupid remark about how great this club was or whatever. Honestly you hardly heard any of it as you just stayed quiet standing next to a few friends that you happened to have come with. A lot of the people you came with though, had disappeared in the crowd long ago you were just glad to have been smart enough to have kept close to the few you did. Who knows what would have happened if you had disappeared like the rest.

Scanning the area you try to see who you were actually there to be with but failed and went back to the conversation that you were in. It felt weird being in this place, you were normally so collected and quiet and that never changed, specifically because all you were drinking was club soda while everyone else was drinking some type of liquor. Everyone you thought your knew seemed to just disappear while they consumed the liquid. And just when you thought the people you were with wouldn't completely leave you, you were alone in a crowd of strangers.

"So." A voice suddenly as a man walked next to you holding his own cup with a smile. It was clear this guy had been there a while, either that or he was just a really fast drinker because you were sure there was no body home while he spoke to you. "What are you drinking?"

"A drink." you replied not really wanting this conversation with this guy who you knew absolutely nothing of.

"Nice." he said smiling widely. You give a nod and look around trying to see if you could see anyone that you had gone with. Maybe they'd be able to bail you out? "Lost all your friends huh?" it was more of a statement than a question. "Yeah, that normally happens." he took a drink of the cup he had before pointing at her and tilting his head.

"Hey. Aren't you from that one movie?" you gulped slightly and shook your head.

"I have no idea what you are talking about." you tried to claim. Normally you didn't mind when people recognized you but you didn't like it when it was just you by yourself.

"Yes." he laughed. "Yes you are." his head nodding a bit as he smiled showing his teeth. "There's one thing off though." he stopped and licked his lips looking you up and down before nodding again. "Your accent."

"Look I'm telling you I'm not who you think I am."

"Yes, you are. I can recognize you anywhere. You're just missing the accent, come on do the accent for me please?" There was only one accent you ever did in a movie, a British accent.

"I don't do accents." you reply shaking your head.

"Seriously, you can't keep pretending to not be [Y/n] [Y/l/n]. Just do it once, it was so cute in the movie."

"Look I have to go." You tried but when you went to move he moved in front of you and refused to let you disappear.

"Just one line. That's all I'm asking for." he said.

You sigh silently and shake your head looking around before doing as he asked. "I'm going now, so leave me alone." you honestly hated doing the accent just because people would ask but if it was the only way to make he leave you alone then your were up to it.

"Awe, see that wasn't so hard." You look away and roll your eyes. "It was so cute, even cuter than the movies." he added and you gave him a small smile really wishing he could get going.

"It wasn't that great." you heard someone say clearly irritated with how you pronounced something. Looking towards where the voice was coming from you heart cracked.

"Thomas." you whispered. His eyes were darker than dark towards you.

"What are you going on about she was adorable." the guy who made you do it claimed glaring at the guy clearly having no idea who he was talking to.