Thomas Brodie-Sangster Imagines

Part 3

Y/N P.O.V

Slowly, I sauntered through the nearly empty airport. The boots on my feet thudded against the thin-carpeted floor. 

For the last couple months, I had been staying in my hometown, the beautiful city of London. This has allowed me to enjoy some peace and quiet that my job does not. Currently, I am co-producing, or more like being paid to intern under Wes,  The Maze Runner trilogy. Don't get me wrong, it is an amazing job. Just insanely taxing. 

However, this job has come with tons of perks. One of them is that I have been able to grow insanely close with the cast. Words cannot express how thankful I am for those dorks. They immediately taken me in once they first met me. Over the years, we have been able to create some amazing bonds with each other. 

"Oh my God!" a voiced screeched, breaking me out of my thoughts. My eyes tore away from the rows of empty chairs to my right to investigate that voice. A massive smile engulfed my face. Running towards me was one of my best friends, Kaya. I noticed that she had left her duffle bag behind her, and I giggled slightly. I stopped, opening my arms so that I could catch her. Her body collided with mine, our arms immediately wrapping around each other in a tight hug. 

"I missed you!" I managed to get out after a short, high-pitched laugh. The brunette let go of my torso, stepping back to get a good look at me. She nodded her head, a large smile on her striking features. 

"Ditto. Oh God, look at the time," she mumbled, pulling her phone out of her pocket. I sighed, nodding at her comment. We had to be on the plane in about twenty minutes. Er- I guess it was more of a private jet. All of the cast members that were currently in England- me, Kaya, Will, and Thomas- were all going to meet and fly to set together. We would meet the other two boys-Dylan and Ki Hong-at our hotel. 

"Let's get going, yeah?" I asked her, starting towards her duffle bag. She nodded, jogging ahead of me to grab her stuff. Shaking my head, I let out one last sigh. Kaya was such a dork. I loved her though. Picking up my pace, I walked behind her. I noticed that she had pulled out her phone. She was having what looked like a light-hearted conversation in Brazilian. This sat good with me, I could easily hang out in silence. 

My mind wandered to thoughts about this trip to come. I wondered how much of the work Wes would let me play around with. Would he let me direct more than last time? Would he give me more time to relax? I hoped so. Last time, there were days I barely had time to breath, let alone spend some time with my friends. Friends....Thomas. 

Listen, I may or may not have minor feelings for him. I mean, that gorgeous bod and that perfect face.... He is a hard person not to be attracted to. But he was way more than just a pretty human being. He had so many talents and he had such a beautiful soul. Thomas made you feel important, valued. I may even go as far as saying loved. The blond and I had grown extremely close over the past couple years, and I could easily call him my best friend. He was so insanely pure and thoughtful. Thomas would constantly be checking up on me, calling me just to talk. One thing that terrified me was that we were only friends because we worked together. I mean, that is not how it is for me. At all. But who knows how it is for him? Did he make friends like me every time he went onto a new set? Did he value me the way I valued him? Did he even actually love me? 

Okay.....those feelings I have may not be minor. But they are definitely not double-sided.  I know that he only thinks of me as a friend. I've always known this, and I guess I have come to terms with it. But that does not mean that this hurts me any less. This petty little realization breaks me. 

"Y/N?" Kaya asked, resting a soft hand on my shoulder. Once again, I pulled my eyes from the massive blue sky so that I could look at Kye. 

"Yeah?"  I responded, setting my rolling bag on its surface. Kaya nodded her head in a certain direction, her dark curls bouncing over her shoulders. My large Y/E/C eyes looked over in that direction, and I saw a small plane about twenty yards away. My cheeks bunched up in a large smile as I rearranged my back-pack on my shoulder.