Thomas Sangster & Newt Imagines

Follow your fire || TBS- part 1

Being a part of The Maze Runner family was the best experience of my life. The cast and the production team became my second home in the last 5 years journey; we laughed together, we cried together, we were there for each other when new families and new babies were born.

Five years in which I had to keep my love for a certain co-star a secret: Thomas Brodie Sangster.

It was easy to love Thomas, as he was always careful with everyone and willing to help everybody. He was a funny guy despite his quietness during the interviews. Thomas was never faking his moods; if he didn't want to talk, he wouldn't talk; if the question was sarcastic, his answer was also sarcastic.

Most of all, he would hate to have to answer questions about his personal life, especially about his love life: yes, he loves his girlfriend; yes, he fancied her a lot; no, he doesn't plan to marry Dylan. He was the man of only one woman, so I had to respect that.

I couldn't contest his self control when eventually he and the girl broke up after almost four years of relationship. He took 2 days off from the set and locked himself in his hotel room, not talking and not answering the door. He explained later that it was his way of healing.

But then in the third day, he got back to work and he was the same loveable Thomas that everybody knew.

So knowing all of this, how could I have told him I have feelings for him? We both knew that romantic relationships on set were forbidden -well, except Newtmas- but also he have never given me any kind of hints regarding this. I admired him from distance as a man and as an actor.

When the filming for The Maze Runner franchise ended, we all had a big part; we danced, we laughed and we talked about our future plans.

"I'm going to take some time off to raise my baby", Kaya said. "I haven't been around him lately."

"I think I'm going to focus on my singing career for a while", said Dexter.

"Well, I'm going to voice a robot in some Cartoons", Dylan laughed.

"Really? What's the name of it?", Kaya asked interested.

Dylan thought for a while, then shrugged:

"I can't remember!"

We all laughed at that. We were on the rooftop of the building where the party was being held, enjoying the view of the mountains for the last time. The next day everyone would go home.

They all continued to talk while I still paid attention to the view in front of me. Cape Town was a Paradise and I was sure I will miss it.

I suddenly felt a presence near me and as I turned to my right side I saw the well known, tall silhouette of Thomas.

"So what about you?", he asked. "What are your plans in the near future?"

I thought of my options for a while, before answering:

"I have some interviews planned in the next few months, but that's all about it for now. How about you?"

He lit up a cigarette and smiled.

"I'm planning to stay home for a while", he said. "I miss mum's dinner. And my bike."

We both laughed. I knew how much he loved his bike and I knew he missed the rides with his best friend, Jack.

"So if you ever come to London, you can call me and I'll show you around", he offered.

I nodded at that:

"Thank you!"

Thomas kept close to me the rest of the night, talking and laughing. We were both awful dancers so we preferred to skip that part as much as we could.

When the party was finally over and we had to go back to our hotel, it was almost 3 in the morning. The weather got cold during the night and my thin dress wouldn't keep me warm enough. I started to shudder as I wrapped my arms around my body.

Thomas chuckled and handed me his coat.

"Here, put this on your shoulders", he said.

"What about you?", I asked him but still taking the jacket.

"Don't worry, at least I have sleeves."

I laughed and patiently waited near him while our car arrived.

The ride back to the hotel didn't take long, but for me it was long enough to make me not being able to keep my eyes properly open.

I dragged myself out of the car and inside my hotel room, forgetting about Thomas' jacket. But I made a note to myself that I would give it back to him the next day.

But of course I forgot about it again. He had to knock on my door in the morning and ask for it.

"Not that I would mind to let you keep it", he said smiling. "But I wanted also to say goodbye."

My flight back home was in the afternoon so I had plenty of time to get my luggage done, but Thomas had to leave in just an hour and he had to hurry.

I noticed him to come inside the room while I would search for his jacket.

"Is it too late to have one last smoke together?", I asked him.

He shrugged and followed me on the balcony where he lit up his cigarette.

"So do you promise me you'll call when you come to London?", he asked again.

"I promise!", I tell him.

"Good!"

It was silence for a couple of minutes, both of us enjoying our cigarettes and the view in front of us.

Then suddenly I felt his fingers on the small of my back, tracing small circles. His hand softly went upwards my back and he started playing with my hair.

I looked at him and smiled, but said nothing. He smiled back at me, continuing his play.

"I'm looking forward to see you again", Thomas said and I felt a chill down my spine. I didn't know if I should tell him about my feelings or not, I didn't know if it was the right moment. What if he will forget about it after just a couple of weeks?

"I feel the same, Thomas", it was all I could reply.

My answer pleased him, as he smiled back at me.

"I wish I could have told you all of these much earlier", he then confessed. "But you know, ethical rules and shit..."

I chuckled at his language. But I had to say I agree with him.

"So I guess it's time for me to leave", he put his pack of cigarettes back into his pocket and turned on his heels, ready to leave.

I followed him inside the room and stopped near the door. He turned around, looking at me with a frown.

"Is it something wrong, Thomas?", I asked him in concern.

He looked like he was thinking at something before answering:

"Everything is wrong, unfortunately. It's awful I had to wait until the last day for this!"

"For what exactly?"

He didn't reply this time. He just looked at me deep in the eyes.

Then he got closer and slowly cupped my face with shaking hands, kissing my lips softly. I didn't respond at first, being too shocked.

But then I melted into the kiss and I pulled him even closer by grabbing his shirt. He became more self confident and deepened the kiss, slowly walking me backwards against the wall.

His lips were sweet and his tongue had the taste of cigarettes; his perfume was fresh, reminding me of the ocean breeze.

He didn't hurry the kiss even though it was obvious I wanted more; he kept it slow, but constant for a couple of minutes.

When he finally pulled back, our lips were red and our breaths uneven.

"For this", he answered my question.