It had been a really long week. You and your boyfriend, Thomas, hadn't seen each other, even though you lived together. During the days he'd be away, filming for The Maze Runner, and in the nights you'd be gone, working overnight for a project from your university that seemed like it was never ending. But when you'd get home the day after to change, he'd...be off filming. The only communication you had with him was through text, but it was still seriously depressing.

However, the damn bio (a/n: or whichever subject you have or will have) project was finally done, and you decided to surprise Thomas at the studio instead. But when you got there, it was silent. The lights and everything were still on, but no one was around. Suddenly, you see a worker walking towards a door, and you call her over.

"Uh, hey, um, Miss?" You call over, hoping to get her attention.

She (thankfully) looks over from her clipboard, and smiles. "How can I help you?"

You look around. "Is everyone gone? Or like, I don't know, where is everyone?"

She smiles. "Depends on who you're looking for, miss. Some of the actors are running late because of a last-minute change of plans in a particular scene."

You clear your throat. "Oh, I'm looking for Thomas? Thomas Brodie-Sangster."

The girl nods knowingly. "Oh, so you're the girl he keeps talking about. Well, Mr. Sangster is running late, as he has a major part in the scene being filmed. I'm sure that if you stick around for about an hour, he'll be out."

You smile. "Alright, cool. Thank you. Oh, and if you do happen to get back to where they're filming, do me a favor - don't tell him I'm here, okay?" He talks about me.

She nods. "Absolutely, miss. Glad to help," she says, before walking away.

You sigh, glancing at a chair against the wall before going and sitting on it, leaning back. So it's gonna be a long night again.

**1 HOUR AND 20 MINUTES LATER**

You had been on your phone for the past almost hour and a half, scrolling through basically everything: old Twitter feeds, everything on Instagram, Facebook - which, you noticed, you hadn't been on for a while now - 9gag, Tumblr, and (because the boredom was really kicking in) BBC news. Then, you went through your photos, reminiscing about old memories that you had made with Thomas.

Just as you were about to open up Twitter for what felt like the fourth time, you hear a door click open, and voices from the crew emerge. Finally. You stand up, looking for the one boy that you loved, and there he was, with his bag in tow. He's talking to Dylan, one of his fellow actors that you had gotten familiar with. Thomas laughs, looking down.

Surprisingly, Dyl notices you first, jabbing his elbow in Thomas's side. He looks up, then notices you. A wide grin makes its way over his face, and he walks-runs over to you, dropping his bag before hugging you tightly, lifting you up. "(Y/n)! You came!" He says, the words muffled by your shoulder.

He sets you down, and you lean in, kissing him deeply. He pulls you aside, so that the two of you weren't standing in the middle of the crowd that was coming out. You pull away, gasping for air. "Of course I came. I missed you, and since the damn project is finally done and over with, I get to be with you. It's fucked up - haven't seen you in a week," you murmur, resting one palm on his cheek, and pushing the other hand through his hair.

He kisses your forehead. "Well, now you did - and I honestly couldn't be happier," he says, hugging you again. You close your eyes, resting your head on his shoulder. This was nice. He pulls away, a devilish smile playing on his lips. "Can we get home?"

You press your lips against the vein on his neck, and he sighs, tightening his hold on your waist. "(Y/n)," he murmurs.

You pull back, smirking. He grabs his bag, and you lace your fingers with his. "Absolutely," you grin, and he brushes his lips over your temple.

**HOME**

It was definitely a long drive home from the studio, and it felt wonderful walking back into the apartment that you and Thomas had been living in for the past year.

You sigh, kicking off your shoes and lying face down on the side of the bed. Thomas perches on the edge of the bed next to you, running his fingers through your hair. "Long day, love?" He asks, and you turn your head to look at him.

"You've been out filming all day and had to work overtime - and you're asking me if had a long day." You say, raising an eyebrow.

He nods simply, and you grab his arm, pulling him down so he's lying next to you. He pulls you closer, wrapping an arm around your waist, and you hug him. "I love you," you murmur into his chest.

You feel Thomas's smile against your neck. "I love you too," you hear him say, and you smile as well.

"How was your day? I mean, week?" You ask, correcting yourself, then immediately feeling bad after.

He stands up, kicking off his shoes and lying down on the long side of the bed, pulling you up so that your head rested on his chest. "Well enough, considering the fact that I was thinking about you almost 24/7."

Your legs tangle with his, and you run your palm over his chest and onto his shoulder. "That's sweet," you say, looking up at him.

He grins. "I'm dead serious."

You lean up, kissing his cheek, then lie back down, wrapping your arms around his waist. "Well, I'm exhausted. The damn biology project can die."

He laughs, the sound making your pillow - his chest - vibrate. "Well, you're done now, right?"

You nod, and he continues. "Meaning you can sleep in tomorrow?" He says, pulling your waist so that your legs were on either side of him. He slides down, so that you're straddling his waist, and then he flips you over, so that he's on top.

You nod again, wrapping your arms around his neck. "For sure, yeah." A slow grin works its way over your face as he leans down, pressing his lips against your neck. "Good," you hear him murmur, before he pulls the covers over the two of you.

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HEYYY GUYS

I know I've been on hiatus from this book in particular, because a) I started a Peter Pan fanfic, and b) I literally had no idea what to write for this next imagine. :x

During the course of said hiatus, a couple of things happened:

A - zENNNN NOOOO WHY YOU GOING AND QUITTING 1D

B - so that bf that I spoke about in the author's note in the last chapter - no, in uhhh the one with the basketball game - yeah, we broke up and it was really depressing because we'd been together for more than a year

C - idk what happened in your life?

y'all be sure to vote and comment, I swear that the next one will be here much faster than this one was - sorry bout that longass wait

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-- anarchintosh