Chapter Eight
One Month later
Thomas picks me up and hangs me over his shoulder, like I'm a sack of potatoes. "Thomas! But me down!" I squeal. "No." He chuckles but lightly takes me off his shoulder and places me on a Punic rug. Thomas has a basket in his hands and starts to lay the contents of it on the rug. Tea, cake and sandwiches. We're in the middle of a park In London, "Your so cliche." I smirk and he playfully pushes me but I actually end up falling over. "Oh gosh, are you okay? I'm so sorry." He asks, but I just laugh, "I'm fine." He helps me up and wraps his hands around my waist, I snake my arms around his neck and our lips touch lightly giving each other a small kiss. He pulls back, "I love Y/N."
That's all folks.
Hope you enjoyed my first imagine. Sorry about the abrupt stop, I'll be updating with more Imagines soon. Bye 😉
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