Actor Imagines: Thomas Brodie Sangster Book 2

The Laundry Girl P1

I stood ironing sheets and shirts, the white fabric warm, fresh out the dryer. The pattering of women's shoes Hustling about to get from one end of the laundry to the other. The clatter of the metal washers and dryers working non stop there barrings exaughted and the smell of smoke, hot water and the many chemicals used to clean wash and dry filled the air with a thick toxic soot, girls much younger then me getting to grips with there work as the foreman passed and checked there work.
"Miss y/l/n?" A voice asked making me jump a little I turned and saw one of the new boys older then me transferred over from a factory elsewhere he smiled briefly to me as he held the large wicker basket full of sheets "you done with that one?" He asks looking at my work
"Ohh course sorry, away with the fairies" I said folding the shirt and tucking it in the not of his basket and shutting it down
"Thanks" he smiled as he headed off to the vans I couldn't help thinking about him as I got started on my next load, what a sweet boy.

I finished up washing up and getting my jacket on heading out to the cobblestone streets passing as women went to the arms of there husbands and children. Walking down the paths as they dimmed and the streetlights began to be lit
"Hey! Miss y/l/n!" A voice yelled I turned and saw that boy again, "you forgot this" he says holding out my book I had been taking to work lately
"Ohh thanks, sorry forget my own head if it wasn't screwed on" I laughed taking my book and putting it in my bag
"Yeah, don't worry I'm exactly the same" he laughs "hey uhh you live on Morton avenue right?"
"Yes how did you-" I began
"I just moved that way myself, I've seen you walking home" he shrugs "would you uhh like me to walk you home?"
"Oh no it's alright, I don't want to be a bother"
"No bother miss y/l/n it's on my way home, I'd rather walk you home make sure you get to your door safe and all"
"Well alright" I smiled "Mr?"
"Sangster" he blushed as we began to walk
"Well Mr Sangster, how long have you been around here?" I asked
"About a month" he shrugs "transferred me over when the westbro laundry got shut down because of the rat infestation" he explained
"How are you finding it?" I asked
"It's nice here" he smiled "my flats lovely and I rather like the work here"
"I suppose it's nice, you boys get to ride out on the vans all day"
"I can guess standing around washing and drying isn't as nice" he laughs "miss y/l/n? How long have you worked for the laundry?"
"Sixteen years" I smiled
"You can't have?" He laughs "your far to pretty to be much older"
"Aww your sweet, well my mother worked there so I came with her I used to clean the dryers when I was little" I giggled
"Awww that's adorable" he smiled
"What about you Mr Sangster?" I asked
"Oh working since I was five, my father insisted I work" he says "and call me Thomas"
"Okay... Thomas" I blushed "call me y/n"
"Alright y/n" he smiled
"Well this is me" I said as we arrived at my building
"Okay, well uhh have a nice night. I'll see you tomorrow" he says taking my hand giving it a little kiss before he walked off Into the darkness I blushed hard and hurried up into my flat trying to hide my blush and giggles.

I stood looking out at the sunrise on this little simple Saturday, I wasn't at work today knowone was the laundry was closed as they where having to repair the machinery. But Thomas had told me on the walk home last night to put on my prettiest dress and be waiting for him in the morning, so I did myself a bath washing as much as I could almost scrubbing every inch of my skin raw and red to make sure I got the muck and grime off me I got dressed into my nicest dress and did my hair as the sun rose over the houses so I got my things and headed downstairs locking up my flat as I did, the road already busy with people going off to work or there children to school or daycare, I stood by the stairs to my building avoiding the looks of many housewives pegging out laundry and even the worker women off to there jobs, I felt like they where judging me looking at me like I was a horrible person for trying to look nice
"Morning y/n" Thomas smiled as he arrived getting of his little bike it packed with stuff on the back
"Morning Thomas" I smiled as he took my hand giving it a kiss as always
"Oohh uhh... Oh where did I put that" he muttered to himself digging around his stuff till he clearly found what he was looking for "for you" he smiled offering me a single white rose I was shocked I know the men make much more then I do at the laundry but he's making rose money
"Thomas you shouldn't have, there much to expensive" I laughed trying to hide my blush
"For you, it's worth it" he says putting the rose in my hair for me "come on, let's get going" he says as he got back on his bike and I noticed the space between him and the stuff on the back
"You must be joking?" I laughed "me on that?"
"You just sit, I'll pedal you just hold onto me" he encouraged so I sighed and somehow managed to get settled even if it wasn't particularly lady like having to hold onto him alot as we went off away from the thick smoke and out into some clearer air it was nice just riding along the little roads looking at the nice parks and grand buildings as the sun shone brightly on little old London.
Till we reached a little sun drenched park where we went inside, Thomas stopped his bike by a large free just on a little hill the grass perfect and green, the sun just being hidden the tree providing some light shade, I climbed off and he laughed getting the stuff off the back of his bike and within a minute or two a little picnic was sat on the ground below the tree.

We sat chatting for hours snacking on the picnic every so often, exchanging stories from the laundry, after a while he spoke up the light hearted tone more distant in his words
"You uhh you have anyone... Sort of courting you about now?" He asked as he leaned on his elbow on the blanket his slender body stretched out on the blanket his jacket on his bike revealing his shirt and the suspenders he had to have to keep his pants up, he was fiddling with some blades of grass in his hand as he spoke trying to read my face
"No, I don't think I ever have" I laughed "why do you ask?"
"Just curious y/n" he shrugs
"I'm sure you've got a girl around Thomas, all you boys your age have two or three about now so you can make up your mind" I laughed
"Just one" he says "I'm pretty sure about her, I've been thinking about her alot and... I think I might ask her"
"Aww that's great, I'm sure she'd accept Thomas" I smiled even if I felt a little heart broken
"You really think she'd say yes?"
"Of course I do Thomas," I smiled he smiled wider as he sat up a little and pressed his lips to mine I didn't have time to reach I felt like I was having a heart attack but I never wanted it to end so I kissed him back till he pulled away fixing my hair for me
"Y/n? Would you marry me?"
"Yes" I smiled