Thomas/Newt Imagines

The Detective Scene

You walked into set with your white dress and nicely done hair. It was as if you were a princess. But you weren't. You played as a rich man's daughter. Everyone saw you in your outfit and smiled, thinking you were very beautiful. This caused you to blush a little.

Right after you walked in, a young man from the other side of the set walked in. He had a nice black tuxedo, sunglasses, and a hat. It was the detective.
Even though his sunglasses already gave him an intimidating look, he still looked mad about something. You were the only one that noticed how distressed he was.

You walked up to him with a smile. "Hey there! Thomas right?" You tried to be as nice as possible.
He nodded with a sigh. "Yep." Then he walked away before you could say anything.

'I have a feeling that we aren't going to get along.' You thought as you watched him leave.

Over the next few days, you guys filmed the scenes either together or separate. But every time you two were together (you and Thomas were suppose to be in love), both of you couldn't connect on a flirtatious, even a loving level. The director noticed this and made us both sit in an empty room with no windows and the only furniture there were chairs and a table.

The director looked at us with a disappointing face. "Both of you need to get to know each other more because obviously you guys aren't connecting well, both in character and in person. Try to break the ice will ya? If you don't, you're both fired." He said, then he closed the door.

You looked up at the corner of the room to see a camera watching us. Great. You can't escape now.

This might take a while.

You slowly turned to Thomas, who sat there silently, chewing a toothpick. He glanced over at you then looked back at the table with his arms folded.
"Are you ok? You seem pretty hurt about something." You mustered out, finally getting the chance to be honest with him.

Thomas sighed and took off his sunglasses and set them on the table. Then he rubbed the bridge of his nose and spat out the toothpick. "Yeah. I'm alright." He said irritably.

"No you're not." You said firmly. Then you touched his shoulder. Thomas looked at you in annoyance, but you ignored that.

"What's wrong Thomas?" You said, almost pleading.

Thomas looked away as tears fell down his face, he quickly wiped them away and sniffed. You immediately felt sympathy for him since you rarely see a young man cry. Crying should be normal for everyone.
Suddenly he stood up and walked to the middle of the room, his hand still on the bridge on his nose. You stood up and walked to him, gently putting a hand on his shoulder.

Thomas yanked himself away from your touch. "Don't touch me!"

You had enough. You needed to know what was going on inside his head, so you held your ground.

"Why?! I want to help Thomas!" You shouted.

"You can't help me! You-you don't understand!" His voice cracked as he got emotional. Then he slowly sat down on the floor in sorrow.

You sat down with him, taking a deep breath. "Thomas. I want to understand. I can help you through this, not because I'm an actress but because I'm your friend." You said softly to him.

After you said that, he broke down. He cried softly into his hands. You gently pulled him in for a hug as he cried on your shoulder. He held you close, letting it all out. Finally he pulled away with a sigh.

"I'm sorry Y/N. I've been so rude to you these past couple of days and I shouldn't have taken my anger out on you. I'm just so angry because I recently broke up with my girlfriend of 3 years last week and, I haven't been taking it lightly." He exclaimed, finally getting it off of his chest.

You teared up while looking at him. "Oh my goodness. I'm so sorry Thomas. H-how can I help?" You asked.

He sniffed, but then he chuckled. "It's alright Y/N. You being here to listen to me go off was enough." He smiled, still holding you from the hug.
You giggled and nodded. "Alright. In all honesty though, I'm glad you told me." You smiled.

Thomas grinned. "Thanks love."

"You're welcome. Now, shall we get back to our scene detective?" You smirked and stood up. He stood up as well, holding out his elbow for you. "With pleasure miss."

You chuckled as you put your arm in his. Then you both walk out the door.

Part 2???