The Maze Runner Imagines

Thomas Imagine for Harriett ❤

(A/N: hey guuuyss, I'm baaack! :D Anyways, don't forget to listen to "Hate to see your heart break" by Paramore while reading! ❤️)

It was raining, and it was getting more cold because of the fact that I literally caught a cold.

"Hey, Frypan." I greeted as I neared the Keeper.

"Oh, hey, Harriett" He smiled, but it vanished into a concerned look. "Are you okay?"

I gave him a weak smile and sat on a chair. "I actually wanted to ask if I could finish work early today. 'cause I'm not feeling really well."

Without any hesitation, Frypan agreed. "Of course, Harriet. It's okay. Now go before it gets worse."

"Thanks Frypan." I flashed him another small smile and waved.

I was about to run to the Homestead when someone grabbed my arm. "Hold up, shuck-face!" A familiar voice said with a laugh.

I rolled my eyes and turned with my arms crossed. "Hello, Thomas." I said in a monotone.

He raised an eyebrow, deteremined. "Well someone's grumpy today."

I sighed. "Whatever." I started to walked in the rain, but he caught up to me and put both his hands on the top of my head.

"Harriett! What's gotten into you?" He scolded. "You're gonna get sick."

"I think I already am, so no need to cover my head." I continued to walk fast.

"Wait what?!" he whisper-shouted. "Are you kidding me? Why the shuck didn't you tell me?" He sighed. We were at the Homestead, he placed his hand on my back securely and his face was changed from playful and enthusiastic to serious and concerned.

"stay there." He let me sit down on the hammock and I was about to retort, when he shushed me by raising an eyebrow.

I moved my body to lay on the bed, and Thomas turned to me with his eyes narrowed warningly. "What?" I frowned, completely confused. "Can't I at least lay down?" He turned, and I rolled my eyes at his lack of trust.

I breathed and looked for a comfortable position. After a few minutes, I heard a couple of shuffling. When I turned, I saw Thomas walking with a soup bowl in hand. I sat up, but he told me to just lean back.

He took a chair and sat down--the soup sloshing lightly in the bowl. When he found a comfortable position, he took some soup with the spoon. I rolled my eyes. "Don't tell me you're going to spoon-feed me?" I asked sarcastically.

He shrugged nonchalantly. "Yup."

I scrunched my nose. "I just caught a cold, Tommy. I didn't turn into a little baby." I tried to snatch the spoon and bowl, but he was quick to move away. "I can do it myself Thomas!"

A quick expression of hurt flashed across Thomas's face, but he covered it up with a serious one. "Just let me do it, Harriett." he said in a quiet and calm tone.

Guilt. Guilt struck me. My face softened and I didn't try to argue anymore.

After a couple minutes of silence, the bowl was empty. While Thomas went to wash the bowl and put it back into place, I snuggled under the covers and watched his every move carefully- I don't mean to be creepy, I just wanted to observe. When he would glance at me, I quickly remove my gaze from him.

I stared at his back, and wondered if he could be mad at me. But I stared blankly for far too long, that I didn't notice he had already turned around.

"Quit staring, Harriett. You're making me feel uneasy." He spoke.

I shook my head lightly. "I wasn't staring."