If Our Life Was a Movie - Thomas Sangster Fanfic

Thomas ★ Chapter 8

I groan as my alarm blares in my ears. Today was yet another day of confusion, but hopefully Y/N was more open to me after yesterday.

I move out of bed and get dressed, then I brush my teeth and head out the door.

To my surprise, the sun was not yet visible in the sky. I fit it my phone and check the time.

I WAS OVER AN HOUR EARLY!

I scold myself, but decide to head to set anyway. Maybe I could get some extra scenes in.

Once I arrive in the parking lot of the studio, only one car is visible.

I head o the studio door, but before I can try to open it, I see Y/N sitting on a bench. Twisting a unlit cigarette beneath her fingers.

"It's locked," she says, not even looking up.

I stare at her in silence, she was so beautiful, but for the first time I could see pain in her eyes.

"Did you forget a lighter or something?" I ask her.

She drops the cigarette and looks up at me.

"Thomas," she says, slightly startled, "what are you doing here so early?" she asks.

"I set my alarm too early, stupid mistake," I say, condescending myself, but she looks offended.

"No! No, I meant that it was silly of me. Not that I regret this," I say.

She nods but turns her attention back to the cigarette, now on the floor.

"How about you?" I ask her.

She takes a breath, "Just wanted to get out as soon as I could," she says.

"Get out?" I ask.

"Like, start my day, get out of my apartment," she says.

She leans over to pick up the cigarette and I notice nail marks and scratch marks on her chest.

She sits up again, now holding the cigarette between her index and middle finger.

"Do you smoke?" she asks.

"Sometimes, yeah," I respond.

"Here," she says, holding it out to me.

"Is it yours?" I ask, accepting her offer.

"No, it's my boyfriends. I hate when he smokes," she says.

My heart drops.

"Sorry," I say, "Did you tell him to stop?"

"He wouldn't listen," she tells me, eyes widening at her own words.

"Do you want to go grab something to eat?" I ask, breaking the awkwardness, "I haven't had breakfast,"

"Me neither," she says, then she mumbles something, I think she said "haven't in years" but I don't know. She probably just meant she was really hungry.

I helped her off the chair and we got in my chair and ate at a place called Panera.

At one point, we were talking and I said something funny, and she laughed. Like really laughed. I was proud I could make her happy, I've never seen her genuinely happy.