Thomas Brodie-Sangster Oneshots

Leave [Thomas Brodie-Sangster]

[A/N: The bolded text is to demonstrate what phrases were taken from a post from Tumblr. Check my Tumblr(WrittenPresents-Not.tumblr.com) post of this story for the link and #'s I used. Enjoy reading and have a great day.]

Swallowing hard and breathing a sigh through your nose you kept the brush firmly in your hand as it went through your wet hair. "Why?" you breathed feeling yourself falling back into your old way. It had been at least a year and you still found yourself asking the question. "Why? Why did you leave?" This question left your mouth quicker than you could catch it. Looking down at the desk in front of you another sigh had flowed passed your lips. Why couldn't you just move on?

Throwing you out of your thoughts a buzzing made its way to your ears. Glancing towards your nightstand to where you had left your phone charging your found your heart stop.

"'YOU knew how important this was to me!'" You shut your eyes and moved your hand out in front of you showing that you wanted it.

"Give me my phone back!" You said steadily hoping that they'd comply with your orders. Your eyes opened looking back at the person holding your phone as if it were their own. His hand holding it so casually and with ease, no care in the world at all.

"'Nevermind just forget it, you're not even worth it.'" Those words hit deeply. Swallowing hard you tried to control all the emotions you could, this fight had already happened. Those texts were sent a long time ago and read a long time ago.

Just when you thought he'd completely ignore you his brown eyes looked straight into your [e/c] ones as he straightened up making himself taller than originally seen as. It had been such a long time since you'd seen his eyes, only these weren't the eyes you had longed to see, these ones were far darker. They were filled with hate, mistrust, heartbreak.

"What are you doing here Thomas?" You asked quietly wishing you could be calmer and less pained to see him.

"Reminding you of the answer to your question." He stated obviously as if it was the simplest reason in the world.

"You're not welcome here anymore. You know that!"

"If that were true you wouldn't have let me in." He placed the phone down right where he had picked it up and began to lazily walk towards you with his arm crossed.

Looking away from him and in the mirror that was attached to your desk you begin to brush your hair again wishing you could just make him vanish. "How did this happen?" You mumbled quietly to yourself.

Thomas appeared behind you and made eye contact with you for the second time that night through the mirror. One of his hands grabbed the hand you had the brush in. Slowly it let you finish your last stroke before making you make it to the top of the desk. Keeping you hand and the brush there his other hand formed a cage around you as it rested on the other side on the table flatly. "You know exactly how this happened [Y/n]. I don't understand why you continuously try to hide it." He whispered onto your ear keeping eye contact the whole time he did so.

"I panicked, okay?!" You replied feeling yourself unraveling again just like the first time you had this conversation with him.

"You 'panicked'?" He huffed out with annoyance. "That's your excuse. You knew just how important it was to me that you be there and you bailed on me at last second."

"I told you I wouldn't be able to handle it Thomas and all just did was continue insisting that I go. How was it a surprise to you that I couldn't bring myself to go? There was just too many people and I couldn't help but imagine just how much I could get lost and lose you while there." You fought back with a few tears falling down your cheeks.

Pushing him back you stood and faced him dead on. Thus nightmare of yours had taken control over you for too long, you weren't even dating anymore, it had been months since this event and your break up. It had been months since you heard his voice and been in the same room as him. Thomas Brodie-Sangster was no longer even close to being in your life, and yet you continued to have these dreams about this one argument presenting it as even worse than the actual event. All this did was kill you, it never let you move on. He moved on, why couldn't you?

"I counted on you to fight your fears and you bailed. You gave in, all you are is weak." His words were venom. Glaring at him you grabbed the hair brush that you had on the desk because he made you place it down and couldn't stop yourself.

"LEAVE ME ALONE ALREADY!" you screamed before throwing it straight at his face. The second it collided the shattering sound of glass rang throughout the room as he vanished. No trace of him was left just as there was no trace of any glass on the floor.

Your anxiety had gotten the best of you that night. It caused you to barricade yourself in your bathroom for hours if not two days. He had won an award and invited you to be his plus one wanting to finally reveal you to the world as his girlfriend. But the thought of all the lights and comments that would suffocate you made the idea unbearable. You had told him you weren't ready, but then when would you have ever been ready?

Shutting your eyes you fell to your knees crying out loud. "Did I actually mean something to you, ever?" You asked out loud in the now empty room wrapping your arms around yourself curling into a tight ball. Why couldn't you stop torturing yourself with these dreams? Why couldn't you just let yourself let it go? He probably did.