Thomas Sangster/Newt Imagines and Stories

TBS and Newt Imagines/Stories - 44

A/N: Hey! Yeah... its been awhile. Sorry for being a sporadic writer :3. Anyway, please read and enjoy this!! Votes and reviews are well-appreciated :-) Thank youuuu!

The Promise He Kept (TBS)

Mirror, Mirror, on the wall, Who's the fairest of them all? You asked while brushing your long auburn hair then laughing, realizing how silly the question you asked.

We just got married and you, start talking with mirrors, should I be concerned, love? A heavy accented voice asks making you roll your eyes and sigh. Turning around from the vanity table,

No, you shouldn't be concerned, love. I talk to a lot of things, okay? You answered facing the man standing near the door of your bedroom, arms across his chest and a playful smirk on his face.

He laughs as you stuck your tongue at him and continued fixing your hair. You've been combing your hair since... forever! He annoyingly says making you scoff and face him yet again, with a pout and narrowed eyes.

Says the man who slaps my hand away when I ruffle his hair, proving that he loves his hair more than his girlfriend now wife. Seems familiar, Tommy? His eyes widened and his mouth opens then closes, clearly failing to defend himself.

Thomas shrugged then smirked, Hey, it's hard to style my hair. Tch. Anyway, that sounded like you're jealous of my hair, how amusing. He walks closer and sits on the bed while you finally finish fixing your hair.

You stood up from the stool near the vanity and sat beside your annoying yet handsome husband, In your dreams that I would be jealous! Especially with your blond hair! Hmph! You pout again making Thomas laugh,

You're so cute. Correction, Blond hair that you love. He says teasingly making you feel blood rising to your cheeks, Whatever. You were about to walk away but a hand pulls you back to the bed and you fell on your cheeky husband.

He pushes you down to the bed, his eyes roaming each section of your body while you feel uncomfortable and conscious. God, why did I decided to wear my thin and short nightgown?!

Refusing to make eye contact with Thomas, your mind suddenly reminds you of moments, when you were still so stubborn to just accept that, you are deeply and madly in love with, Thomas Brodie Sangster.

-flashback-

There are other handsome guys besides him, plus some of them are humbler. These thoughts invaded your mind as you stare at paper on the bulletin board. It shows the list of guys who were voted as the Hottest Guy in your school.

And of course, topping the list was a certain blond-haired guy, who goes by the name, Thomas Brodie Sangster. The cocky yet handsome captain of the school's soccer team and who had taken an interesting liking at you.

He loved to tease you and get under your skin; the universe seems to be supporting him completely. You have almost of all your classes with him, he's your seatmate and he really knew how to make your blood boil.

Well, he has a lot of girls charmed, seeing he topped this silly list. You said and turned around, a wide smirk greeting you. Blood rushed to your cheeks, Seems to me, you have a problem with the list, Prez?

He says in a teasing manner while you rolled your eyes, I don't, Thomas. Move. Looking at him, which was a dumb move you did, your breath was almost snuffed out.

He looked breathtaking (literally) even though he was just wearing the school's white polo and black pants and shoes plus a black vest on and black tie. Noticing his messy blond hair, brown eyes shining with mischief and fun, sharp jaw line and a stupid smirk.