•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~• Just another girl •~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~• (Very strong language)
You squirmed as your older brother Dylan dragged you along the driveway and into his car "DYLAN MOTHERFUCKING OBRIEN IF YOU DONT TELL ME WHERE THE FUCK WE ARE GOING I WILL HAVE YOUR HEAD ON A PLATTER!" Angry was an understatement to describe you. Well that was understood, I mean you got dragged up and forced to get changed into suitable clothing while you were binge watching Once Upon A Time (and low-key fangirling about Hook/Colin) so you were not a happy bunny.
Dylan looked quite positively scared shitless at your threat before realising that you were not serious. "Chill y/n we are just meeting my friends and cast mates." He explained causing you to groan loudly because you didn't want to meet them. You would never admit it out loud, because you would be ashamed, but you genuinely hated being Dylan O'Brien's sister sometimes. I mean just him always being in the spotlight because he is a big shot with money and talent. You hated the thought of being in a room full of actors and actresses. A room full of talent and then you.
•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~• Skip the car ride because I would be kicked out of Wattpad for the language I used. •~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•
We arrived at a big fancy smancy apartment building, apparently it was Thomas's, AND HE LIVES IN ENGLAND. 'Wtf does he need a fancy apartment for?' You thought to yourself as you walked (Dylan dragged you) up the steps. Thankfully you brought your favourite book. You adored it with a passion. Read it 100 times. Dylan knocked on the door and a very pretty boy opened it up. He had pretty honey blonde hair and the most breathtaking brown eyes you could just look into forever. This was Thomas Brodie-Sangster.
"'Ello love, you must be Y/N. Y/N O'Brien. I am Thomas Sangster nice to meet you." He spoke in his posh British accent holding his hand out. You stiffly shook it, wanting to be anywhere but there. Thomas seemed to notice your unease and let you in the house, oops sorry, apartment just looks like a house. He led you over to the couch whereas Dyl just jumped on it. There were two more people there.
"Hiiiii I'm Kaya. OMG thank god for another girl! I'm stuck with a bunch of boys all the time!" The girl announced pulling you into a hug. You just forced a grin and introduced yourself. The other man introduced himself as Ki Hong Lee. You sat, stiffly, on the couch and brought your book out. The others ignored you for a while until Dylan snatched Y/F/B (your favourite book) out of your hands. You glared at him harshly, while he just smirked cockily.
"So Y/N what do you do? Do you act? Write?" Kaya asked causing you to grimace. You didn't act but you did write poems, but no way in bloody hell were you letting them read the poems. The only other thing you did was photography, and that was just lame. So Dylan answered for you. "My little N/N here is a photographer. And a mighty fine one at that." You blushed lightly at the last comment and pretty soon they all wanted to see a picture. You reluctantly agreed while bringing your phone out.
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It wasn't your best piece but it fulfilled their need for a picture.
A few hours later you were heading home. You had managed to argue with Kaya within the first 20 minutes of you being there so you left pretty early. Thomas was the only one you could stand. He likes reading as well so left you in peace.
•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~• A few months later. •~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•
You had been invited to Thomas's house. You and him had kept in touch and you had to admit you had a small (SHUCKING MASSIVE) crush on the British actor. And guess what. It is going to be just you and him. You put on outfit at top and headed out the house.
You arrived at Thomas' apartment complex and climbed up the steps before reaching his door. You knocked on the door and he answered, giving you a hug making the butterflies in your stomach leap. He took your hand and brought you to the couch to snuggle. He was your best friend but you wanted more. Thomas' hand was rubbing your arm and he picked up a book from the table. "Look what I brought." He brandished the book towards you as you read the title. 'Useless poems.' By 'Anonymous' That was your poem book. Only he didn't know that. Only you did. Not even Dylan. "Do you like it?" You quizzed the gorgeous man I front of you. He nodded his head enthusiastically while reciting a poem off by heart.
Ageing is a mandatory issue Nobody really wants to grow older I still remember carrying a tissue From when I lost and dumped my young lover.
It was impressive how he knew it. And how his sexy voice spoke. You didn't realise you were staring at him until he had recites the whole poem and shut the book. He looked at you expectantly and you praised your poems. It felt weird. You have always hated your poetry but hearing Thomas speaking your words made it better.
You were still staring at him and him back at you. You were leaning in. Slowly. Painfully slow. Eyes flickering down to the lips. Before they closed as your lips made contact. TBS IS KISSING YOU!!! HOLY SHIT!!! Your mind reeled at the thought and your stomach lurched. You kissed him back. Passionately. Slowly. With love. Putting all your words into the kiss. All the 'I love yous' All the 'I've liked you for ages.' All the joy. You kissed faster Harder Rougher His hands on your waist. Yours tangled in his hair. You moved. Onto his lap. Deepening the kiss. Grinding Slowly. Teasing him.
Before the need for air kicked in and you pulled away panting. Thomas has sexy messy hair and swollen lips.
"Let's hope your not needed today or tomorrow."
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