If Our Life Was a Movie - Thomas Sangster Fanfic

Thomas ★ Chapter 14

We are finished for the day and Y/N is changing out of costume as I wait outside her dressing room.

Thoughts bounce in my head, I can't tell if I feel more guilty for her, or protective.

"Hey Tommy!" Dylan calls me. I run over to him.

"Hey man, how's shooting been going?" Dylan asks me.

"Fine, Y/N and I have really gotton close," I reply.

"Hope not too close," Dylan says nudging my shoulder.

"Why?" I question, utterly baffled.

"Uhh...him maybe?" Dylan says in a tone that shows it obvious information.

"That's- a long story," I tell him.

Dylan checks his watch, "Hey I got to go...but you're telling me that story when we meet again," Dylan says, his voice fading in the distance.

I turn my attention back to Jack...why was he here?

I could barely see his facial features, but from a far I could tell his fists were tightly clenched, and he was standing on two feet, waiting for Y/N.

Instantly, as if someone had pulled a trigger, I charge towards him, my own fists balling up.

"You had no right to come here!" I shout, gaining his full attention.

"Who the fuckkk are you anyways...Im lookin' for myyyy girlfriend," he slurs, must be drunk.

That's right, they never broke up.

"Why don't you just leave? She doesn't want to see you-"

"Agh!" He shouts, swinging a fist towards my face. I dodge his slow attempt, making his fury grow.

"She's mineeee!" He screams, then stumbles forward.

He wants to fight me?

I dodge back, "C'mon! Fight me!!" he screams again, he will soon have the attention of everyone in this bloody studio.

"YOU WANT THE SLUT?!" he shouts, throwing punches left and right, one hits me in the cheek, but not a direct hit.

Anger boils inside me, he can not call Y/N a slut.

My fist clenches, I try to resist the urge to fight back, but when he calls Y/N a whore, my fist slams against his jaw, sending him falling backwards.

My breathing is heavy as I stare down at Jack on the ground, he is still conscious, I can hear his moaning, but an overwhelming pelt of guilt. My mind was wandering with regret.

"Thomas?!" a delicate voice shouts.

I turn my head to watch Y/N run over to me.

"Who is that!?" she shouts, slightly offended that I punched someone.

She doesn't look at Jack yet, so she still doesn't understand my reason, "Why would you do that?"

I gesture towards Jack again, who's is slightly turning on the ground.

Y/N lets out a soft gasp, then grabs my arm, clinging tightly.