The Maze Runner One Shot

To begin with, your opinion of the Glade wasn't a good one – there was no way of getting out, the maze was the only release you could possibly get, and the guys were either douches or kinda good.

When you came up, you had a photo clutched in your hand and no one questioned it because no one could even remember anything about themselves let alone want to question why the new girl had a photo.

You remember your own name, just as everyone else did, but the photo was still a loss to you.

There was a guy in the photo with you, the two of you were on a sofa and kissing so someone else must've snapped the shot but you had no idea who the guy could've been.

Until Thomas appeared.

You recognised him instantly but couldn't place it, however when you looked back at the photo, it was Thomas with you.

It had been a long while since you and Thomas had appeared in the Glade.

You were a runner alongside Thomas and Minho, multiple greenies had come up and yet no one was any closer to finding a way home.

The time for the usual bonfire had come, so whilst all the guys were down there fighting, drinking and all that, you had taken refuge up at the lookout.

Your legs were dangling over the side as you were sat down, with your arms resting on one of the lower bars.

The photo had been in your hands the whole time, you wanted to talk to Thomas about it but he was one of your best friends in the Glade so you were terrified of him ending up hating you.

You heard someone climbing up, and they came to sit next to you.

"Hey there little one" Thomas greeted you, putting his arm around your shoulder.

You smiled up at him "Hi Tom" you greeted in response.

He pulled you into him a little "What are you doing up here by yourself?" he questioned.

You sighed, pulling your arms back in so your hands rested in your lap, "Thinking" you stated.

Thomas chuckled slightly from beside you "About what little one?" he asked in a soft tone.

You took a deep breath "I think we were together at one point" you finally admitted to him.

"You got proof little one?" he quizzed and you could practically hear the smirk on his voice.

You handed him the photo you had been clutching.

He let out a low whistle "That's a hell of a picture" he stated whilst staring down at it.

You nodded "It's definitely us" you told him.

He turned to look back at you "How long have you had this?" he held up the photo as he spoke.

"Since I got here" you answered him smoothly.

A flash of hurt crossed his face "How come I'm only just seeing this?" he queried, clearly wanting to know.

You shrugged a little "Working up the confidence to show you, in case I was wrong" you explained.

He sighed as he pressed a gentle kiss to your hair "Not as if either of us can remember anyway" he sounded a little hurt when he talked.

You moved closer to him, always finding comfort when you were close, "Maybe we will soon" you suggested quietly.

Thomas placed the photo between the two of you "We looked happy" he mused to himself.

You giggled "We look as if we couldn't keep our hands off of each other" you corrected him with amusement in his tone.

Your words got him to laugh "That's a sign of being happy" he commented as he rested his head on top of yours.

The photo was lovely but at the same time it upset you because you couldn't remember any of it "I wish I could remember what we were like" you confessed.

Thomas held you tighter "We'll make new memories little one"

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Written by Hannah.