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You were at a bar and you were having a panic attack

It had been about a week since I met Thomas and the guys, but I haven't been able to talk to them much because it was the last few weeks of filming. Thomas had texted me during all his free time and we had plans to go to dinner tonight. It felt amazing to have someone that actually cares and wants to hang out with me, Kaya and the guys were also really nice and talked to me quite a bit.

An hour before he was supposed to pick me up and I was dressed in tight jeans and an over-sized jumper with my hair in a ponytail. 
After I was done with my makeup, I was actually liking what I saw in the mirror. I couldn't help the butterflies in my stomach when I thought about tonight with Thomas. I told myself it wasn't a date, but still, I was going to dinner with Thomas freaking Sangster! Of course I still fangirl when I think about him, I mean I've loved him for years, but when I was actually with him, it didn't feel like he was a celebrity, he was just a cute, sweet boy that has dazzling eyes which I always get lost in.
My phone beeped and I smiled when I saw Thomas' name pop up. I slid my thumb over the answer and chirped a happy 'hi'

"Hey, I'm so sorry! A work thing just popped up and I'm gonna be here pretty late." My smile fell away and all my happiness was suddenly replaced with sadness. 

"Oh," I breathed quietly, "it's fine."

"I have to go, have a good night, Lizzie. I'm sorry we couldn't hang out tonight, I'll text you later." He rushed and before I could even say bye, he hung up. I sat there for a moment, too shocked to move. My phone fell to the ground as the tears burned my eyes. I know I was over reacting but I was just sensitive with these kinds of things, broken promises, getting my hopes up, trusting people too easily.
I ran to the bathroom with a bottle of rum and grabbed my little box that held my only true friends. After chugging a good bit of the rum, I quickly grabbed one of my razors and began my long line of soon-to-be scars.

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The sun shined through the windows of whatever room I was in. My eyes fluttered open, I didn't know where I was, the room was much bigger than any rooms in my small apartment. My head was pounding and I felt the familiar sting on my wrist, but I had no memory of doing anything last night.
I heard footsteps down the hall and saw a blurry image of a tall and slender boy walking into the room. When he sat in the chair by the comfy bed I was in, I immediately recognized  Thomas holding two mugs of coffee, one being handed to me. I gladly took it and noticed him looking at me with concern and worry, but when I looked up, he turned away, avoiding my gaze.

"What happened?" I croaked, my voice still scratchy from waking up. I took a long sip of the warm coffee.

"You called me when you were drunk, rambling on about random stuff. It was hard to understand you, but I got that you were at a bar and you were having a panic-attack." Thomas looked a bit angry and I didn't know why. I thought I could see something else but I couldn't quite figure out what it was.

"No, you called me." I told him. That was the only thing I was sure of, the only thing I remembered. He called me, and after that....blank.

"What was the last thing you remember?" He said with a sigh, almost annoyed. 

"You called me and said you had a work thing, so I, uh," I thought back to when I had gone to the bathroom. I decided to leave that bit out. "So I just, I don't know. I guess I just spent some time in the bath." I mumbled the last part and I heard Thomas take in a deep breath, rubbing his hands together. He slowly moved his hands and took my mug, placing on the bedside table. When his hand moved to mine and pulled my sleeve up. I tried to jerk away but his grip was strong. I felt the tears stream down my face but he didn't even look up, he just stared at the fresh cuts, rubbing his thumb over them lightly. He dropped my hand and started pacing the room.

"Well, after I called you, you obviously weren't okay. After you did that," He voice gave out a little, "You got drunk with a bottle of rum, then went to a bar. Do you remember anything you did?" Thomas was not himself. He looked angry, though I didn't know why. But his voice was raised and his eyes were dark.

"N-no. I don't remember anything, Thomas. Why are you so upset?"

"Because you kissed him! As soon as I pulled up, you were outside snogging some guys face off!" He yelled and I jumped back, I felt the anger rise and I stood up to face him, though he still towered over me. 

"So? What is it to you? You can have your life, but I can't have mine? It's not even your business what I do or who I kiss!"

"Well, I'm making it my business! Do you know how much that hurt me? Do you know how it makes me feel when as soon as something goes wrong, you blame yourself and try to hurt yourself in any way that you can? You also smoked pot last night. The guy you were kissing, he was passing you a joint. Why do you do that, Lizzie? Why do you hurt yourself?" His mood changed very quickly. He was angry and shouting but now he just looks confused and sad. I didn't know what to say. He'd said it hurt him when I kissed the other guy. What do I do with that?

"I-I don't have anything else. It's the only thing that's always there for me, and it helps. I didn't know I smoked pot again, I haven't done it since I was a kid. Why does it bother you so much? Why do you care?" Thomas was in the chair again, sitting in front of me. I tried to keep the tears in, but some slipped out and were wiped away by Thomas' thumb. He stared at me, I stared at him, his hand still on my cheek. Thomas leaped forward, his lips connecting with mine. I didn't waste a second to kiss him back. The kiss wasn't slow and sweet like most first kisses, it was strong and passionate, all of our built up feelings for each other being released into this one kiss. My hands were tangled in his messy light brown hair, his one hand cupping my face, the other on my side. We eventually pulled away, gasping for breath.

"Because, Lizzie, I care about you. Deeply."


A/N
Ohhhhhhh they finally kissed!
I thought I'd put a bit of romance in there for you guys.
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