If Our Life Was a Movie - Thomas Sangster Fanfic

Thomas ★ Chapter 12

Finally, her limp body begins to stir.

Last night, I rested her on the couch of my apartment. I cleaned and bandaged many of her wounds, surprisingly, she had no broken bones.

For some reason, I felt a pang of guilt for her. Was there something more I could do? How did I not suspect this on the first day? Would she want me looking at her in this state? She has no clothes on.

I decide I need to get her some clothes, so I run up the stairs to my room and grab a shirt and a pair of my boxers.

"Thomas!" Someone screams from downstairs.

"Y/N!? I'm coming," I shout back, quickly composing myself, and then run down the stairs.

To my surprise, one of my good friends is down there standing in front of her, looking at her in shock. She is clinging tightly to my flannel that I gave her.

How long was I up there for?

"What the hell Thomas!? What have you done?" he asks.

"Whoa whoa, it's not what it looks like mate. I didn't-"

"I'm calling the police!" he says, then leans towards Y/N and whispers something that I can't hear.

She covers her ears and curls herself into a ball.

I run over to them and pull his phone of out his hand, he already had the letter 9 typed.

"Just listen! Okay! Her boyfriend did this, okay! Not me," Thomas says.

"Is he telling the truth?" The boy asks Y/N.

Y/N moves up slightly, but she doesn't look at either of us.

"I really don't think a boyfriend would do that kind of thing," he says looking at Y/N with a pitiful look.

Then he reaches to place his hand on her back, I give him a warning look but he touches her anyway, "It will be alri-"

He starts when she flinches back, tears pour out of her eyes again, she looks at me, then back at the stranger. Shaking in fear.

I rush over to her, engulfing her in a hug, she returns it. I can feel her breathing heavy.

"I-don't want him he-here..." Y/N pleads.

"What did she say?" my friend asks.

"She said you need to leave. Now," I tell him.

"But...I was help-"

"No man, you've got to go. Please," I state.

"Alright, can I have my phone back though," he says, he takes it and leaves.

Y/N stops crying, and her breathing slows. A small blush forms on her cheeks, reminding me of the fact that she is almost naked.

"I brought you something," I say, changing the subject. I present her the shirt and boxers, she gives me a slight smile. Before I help her get the shirt on and she slips on the boxers.

"Thomas," she starts, "can I tell you something?" she asks, fiddling with the hem of my shirt, as she looks up at me, her eyes slightly glossy.

"Of course," I say, my protective grip around her tightening slightly, her tone made me worried.

"I don't want to go back," she says softly.

My heart aches, "You can stay with me...as long as you want," I say, rubbing small circles on her back.

"B-but you-you don't understand! I-I have to!"

"Why? Why would you ever need to go back?"

"My stuff is there...my phone, my clothes..." She lists.

"I'll come by and get your stuff tomorrow, just rest. We have a day off from work," I assure her.

"Thank you. If-If you h-hadn't shown up when you did-"

"Hey, hey, let's not talk about that, yeah?" Thomas pauses, "Jack should never have touched you like that,"

"Please don't say his name," 

"No problem love,"