Liar-Liar (A Thomas Brodie-Sangster Imagine)

Thomas Wait!

I wake up to the sun shining in my eyes, the sounds of England coming faintly through the window. I groan and shift slightly, realizing then that I was pressed against someone's warm chest.

I look up, hoping to see Justin, but I find a sleeping Thomas instead.

A sudden pang hits my stomach while a swarm of butterflies fill my ribcage. I'm so confused by the sudden storm of emotions, I find myself hugging Thomas for comfort. Thomas instinctively wraps his arms tighter around me, bringing his head into my hair. I noticed just then that he hadn't slept with a shirt, but I really didn't care. I just wanted someone to hold me.

I hated how weak I seemed. I didn't ever like showing people my weaker side. I didn't want to give anyone a chance to hurt me.

But of course, I was blind when it came to Justin.

My phone starts buzzing and I groan. Can't I just stay in today? Can't I stay in Thomas' arms and rest in peace?

I groan and begin to mumble Thomas' name. But Thomas stayed asleep.

"Thomas? Thomas?" I groaned, gaining volume each time. I finally gave up trying to wake him, reaching over me and grabbing my phone to turn off my alarm. I then turn back to Thomas, staying in his embrace a few minutes longer before bucking up and slowly getting out of his arms.

I grabbed some jeans (which were all high waisted) and one of my cropped sweaters. I put it on and put my hair into 2 french braids. I then apply enough makeup to hide how terrible I not only felt, but looked.

Because of all the crying, I looked worse than I usually do. And I had a headache.

I walk out, preparing my microwave breakfast and getting my shoes on.

"Love? Where did you go?" Thomas calls out in a morning voice. I walk into the bedroom and sit next to his body on the bed. He turns to me and pulls me back to his chest. I don't stop him and gladly go in to it. Thomas kisses my head and I smile as my heart flutters.

The microwave dings and my smile disappears.

"I have to go to work, Thomas," I mutter sadly. Thomas shakes his head and says: "I don't want you to go alone."

I sigh and pull away from him. "I'll be fine, Thomas." He shakes his head and begins to get out of the bed. "Not a chance, love. I'm coming with you."

"Thomas..." I sigh, watching him go to grab his clothes.

"I'm coming love, and there's nothing you can do about it." Thomas states firmly.

"I'm not even sure I can bring someone, Thomas! Please just go home! I'll be fine!" I protest, finally forcing myself to get up.

Thomas stops in front of me, putting his finger under my chin. He lifts my head so our eyes could meet, and I easily get lost in them. "Love, I want to help you be happy again. I don't want you to be alone in case something triggers your emotions and you have a bloody anxiety attack. I don't like seeing you in that much bloody pain." Tears welled up in my eyes and Thomas hugged me, to which I gladly returned.

"Fine, just this once." I mumble against his chest. I feel Thomas smile and that's when I pull away. "Get ready, I'll make you a breakfast croissant." Thomas nods and gives me a calming squeeze before walking to the bathroom with his clothes in hand.

I go back to the kitchen and put Thomas' breakfast in the microwave.

Thomas was ready to go in 10 minutes and we were at my studio in 10 more. I looked through the script at the scenes we were voicing today. I cringed at what we were filming.