Thomas Brodie Sangster Imagines

Incomplete

Y/N's POV

I wanted to know what was bothering me. "Mom. I'm going to study at the cafe." I yell through the room. "Sure" she yells back. I climb down the tree from below my window. I jump down.  I land on my feet. It was a habit. I've been practicing. People around the neighbourhood would call me 'the feather angel' because I was light as a feather and my house was pretty tall. So was the tree. And I would not die or get hurt.

I walked to the cafe. I sat down and I look around. In the corner of my eyes I see the boy from next door. He was sooo cute. I really liked him. But I knew he wouldn't like me. I take out my homework. Math. I hated math. I didn't like at all. "Hey."   I look up and I see the boy. "Hi." I say. He sits down across from me. "Whatcha doin?" He asks. He British accent puts me into a spell. "I'm doing my math homework." I say. "Do you like math?" He asks. "No. Not really." I say. "Why not?" He asks. "I just. I don't like it because I never get it." I say. I feel tears well up in my eyes. "It's ok." He says sitting next to me. "Hey. You're the feather angel everyone's been talking about!" He exclaim. I wipe my tears. "Yeah." I say. "Wow. I always admired you. I once tried to copy you. But I fell down and scraped my arm." He says laughing. I laugh. He's so charming. "I never actually got your name sir?" I say. "It's Thomas. Thomas Sangster." He says. "Hi Thomas." I say.

"What's your name Love?" He asks.
"You don't want to know it. People say it's a terrible name." You say sticking your pencil into your hair which was in a messy bun. Thomas puts two fingers on your chin and lifts it up. "Hey. Don't ever say that. Every name is beautiful. What's your name Love?" He asks sweetly. "Y/N. It's Y/N." I say. I knew he would walk away now. But instead he stayed. "That's the most beautiful name I've ever heard." He says smiling. "Really?" I ask. "Of course." He says.

"Really?" I say. "Of course. What's wrong?" He asks. "There's something in my life I'm not sure of." I say. "What? Tell me please." He says. "I feel incomplete everyday. I only feel complete around you." I spill out. "OMG. I'm sorry." I apologise. He probably hates me now. "Well, let me make it complete for you." He says cupping my cheeks and smashing his lips onto mine.

After a while, we pull away for air. "Will you be my girlfriend?" He asks. "Yes!!!" I scream. Suddenly everyone started clapping because hey thought he probably proposed to me. We soon chained our arms and walk out of the cafe. "Well. Now you're complete." He says kissing my forehead. "Yes. Now I am complete." I say happily.

Sometimes, You'll be complete someday. Just like most people. You've just got to work towards it.