Thomas Brodie Sangster x Reader

Chapter 1

I was walking down the streets of London, lost in my own thoughts, when suddenly, I bumped into someone. Looking up, I found myself face to face with a pair of big, brown eyes that belonged to none other than my best friend, Dylan O'Brien.

"Hey, where are you going?" Dylan asked, his voice laced with concern.

I paused for a moment, unsure of how to answer. "I don't know, actually. I think I just needed some fresh air," I replied, realizing that I had been aimlessly wandering, trying to escape the turmoil of the day.

"So, you don't know where you're heading?" Dylan questioned, his curiosity piqued.

"Yeah, that's pretty much it," I confessed, feeling grateful that Dylan was there beside me, ready to offer support.

"Come with me," Dylan suggested, always the reliable friend. I nodded, appreciating his unwavering presence, and together we continued our impromptu journey.

As we walked, we eventually found ourselves in front of a quaint coffee shop. However, our plans took an unexpected turn when we noticed a crowd of reporters eagerly awaiting our arrival. It seemed that we had unintentionally stumbled upon a potential media frenzy.

Caught off guard, Dylan and I exchanged a glance, silently contemplating our options. Before we could decide on a plan, someone abruptly grabbed my hand and pulled me away, leading me into the darkness. Straining my eyes, I tried to make out the person's face, but it remained hidden.

"Hey, are you okay?" the mysterious figure asked, concern evident in their voice. Suddenly, Dylan's familiar voice cut through the confusion.

"Hey, (y/n), are you okay?" Dylan's voice brought me a sense of comfort and familiarity.

"Uhm, yeah," I replied, feeling reassured by Dylan's presence. It was then that the person who had whisked me away came into view.

I couldn't help but notice their attractive features—a head of dirty blonde hair, captivating brown eyes, and a charming smile. Before I could delve deeper into my thoughts, Dylan's interruption snapped me back to reality.

"Earth to (y/n)!" Dylan exclaimed, breaking my reverie.

"What?" I blurted out, feeling my cheeks flush at the sudden interruption.

"You know what, (y/n), it's rude to stare at someone you don't even know. They might think you're a creep," Dylan playfully scolded, causing a mix of amusement and embarrassment to wash over me. It was our usual banter, and I rolled my eyes, used to his teasing.

"I'm Thomas," the stranger introduced himself, extending his hand towards me with a thick British accent. I gladly shook his hand, returning the introduction with my name.

"That's a lovely name," Thomas remarked, his friendly nature shining through.

"Pfft, hahahahaha! Seriously, Thomas? You think (y/n) has a lovely name?" Dylan chimed in, unable to contain his laughter. I shot him a playful glare, knowing that he had a knack for ruining the moment.

"Well, it is! (Y/n) is a lovely name," Thomas defended, his sincerity evident in his words.

"Alright, Dylan, are you done laughing now?" I asked, not bothered by his antics. Dylan took a moment to compose himself before responding.

"Wait, give me five more minutes," he chuckled, prolonging the laughter. I shook my head, amused by his lightheartedness.

"So, since Dylan seems to be occupied with his laughter, how about we leave him behind for a while? It's payback time," Thomas suggested mischievously. A mischievous smirk spread across my face as I agreed wholeheartedly. After all, a little payback never hurt anyone.

And with that, the three of us embarked on an unforgettable adventure, weaving through the vibrant streets of London, laughter and camaraderie filling the air as we forged new memories together.

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Made some changes, hope you like it.