Becoming Lara (Thomas Sangster Fanfic)

|>Solitude is bliss<|

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"Be different,
It's attractive."
-Cameron Dallas
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*3 weeks later*

You seriously did not realise how much work it was to plan a wedding, you'd already booked your venue, date and time, but you still hadn't given out the invitations, chosen the dress or called all your relatives to let them know. I guess this really shows how bad you are at planning things.. Thomas is next to you, now that the death cure is over, you've been spending probably TOO much time with Thomas, Dylan Ki and Will. Oh well. Thomas is lying next to you. Scrolling through someone's messages, apparently trying to retrieve some sort of important notice. Your both in bed, you quickly check the time,

-11:09pm

Oh. That's just great. You've got a photo shoot tomorrow, plus three interviews and a meeting. Yay life.

"Thomas" you turn to your fiancé,

"Lara" he looks over at you.

You giggle a little bit, all together you have been dating tommy for about a year now. But it feels like a lifetime,

"I love you, and we should go to sleep" you retrieve the covers from the end of your bed. Pull them over you and face Thomas, who was previously under the covers himself. He locks his phone, places it on the bedside table and leans closer to you,

"I love you more Lara. And yes, we should probably get some sleep" he smirks and kisses you. Long and hard, spiders attack your legs and your eyes go blurry. Your senses tingle and the room suddenly feels so warm, but cool at the same time. Everything was perfect. You were marrying your perfect match and everyone was happy. Life is really exciting.

Thomas grabs your neck and pulls you onto him. You now laying flat on him, your rising heavily. You feel like you've just been attacked by a hundred morphine syringes. This feeling is unbeatable. After a few minutes of kissing and caressing you finally take your top of, so does Thomas. There's no need to explain the rest, I'm sure you've all heard about the birds and the bees.

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*next morning*

"I'm so freaking sore" you moan as you get up,

"I don't think I can get up love" Thomas sighs from the bed, you've managed to get yourself up from the bed and into the bathroom. You stare at your reflection. Ew. You look like you've just walked a thousand miles with and been hit by a bus twelve times. Hopefully Thomas looks equally as bad. That way you won't feel so bad.
You walk back into the bedroom and sit on the side of the bed, pulling the covers off Thomas.

"Noo! Stahhp!" He's whinging. Finally you manage to get them off of him. He's got a huge bruise on his chest,

"What happened" you ask pointing to it, he looks up and down his body.

"Stop checking me out you pervert" he giggles and puts his head back down,

"No seriously? What's that on your chest?"

He looks down again,

"Oh. It's a hickey why?" He lies back down,

"What? From who?!" You stare at him accusingly

"You? Silly." He giggles to himself,

"What? No it isn't?" You lie next to him,

"Yeah, from last night?" He looks over at you.

"It doesn't look like a hickey?" You sigh

Thomas runs his fingers down your neck,

"There's a trail of them down your neck" he chortles