11:11 PM (Newtmas AU) [✔]

Wednesday, 00:40 AM

Thomas shut the door of his house behind him, making sure for it to be echoed and heard through the entire floor -maybe even the people walking on the sidewalk-. Once out in the cold night of February, he rubbed his hands together before he placed them at his pockets and started to run towards the first bar that came rushing to his mind.

Yes, he was pissed with his girlfriend's and mother's grumpy faces when he announced them that he had something to do and therefore had to leave the small gathering, but he had no choice. Newt was out there, probably in danger with all that drinking he had. Newt could be now into a fight, or even worst. His Newt.

A cold wave of shiver ran through his spine, even colder than the already icy weather, in the image of Newt probably dead in an alley or even hurt somewhere among those streets which didn't have the best reputation. In fact, they didn't have a good reputation at all.

That made Thomas ran even faster and ignore the pain that had started to take over his legs, and was soon to be spreading on his stomach, his head, and his back. Running when cold was a big no, but this wasn't about him. This was about Newt.

After a while of running, he finally reached the first bar. Panting, he asked the owner of the place if a blond boy had appeared at his store and to his bad fortune, no one had appeared that night. The same thing happened to the second, the third, the forth, the fifth, the sixth, the seventh, and the eighth bar, until Thomas lost count of how many bars he had checked. It was like Newt didn't even exist. On top of that, many parents held their children away from the running Thomas, whom they considered as a lunatic, running and cursing like crazy in almost one in the midnight, with no apparent reason. That pissed Thomas, but however didn't stop him.

After the 19th bar that he had asked, he finally reached the last bar in the Denver town, but with his hopes crushed. That was until he saw a blond boy, leaning his back on a brick wall, and hanging his head forth, as if he was about to puke. His dirty blond curls hang loosely from his head, seeming like he had been pulling on them, minutes later.

He looked terrible, but to Thomas? To Thomas he was a masterpiece.

"Newt?" Thomas asked as he approached the boy. "Come on. Let's get you home."

Newt froze for a second before he jerked his head upwards, staring at the brunet with a confused look. "Tommy? Is that you?"

Thomas nodded slowly, but Newt narrowed his eyes and started to dizzily walk towards him, stumbling but never falling down. Once he approached him, he quickly slapped him across the face thing that made Thomas turn his head to the side and bite his lip, but Newt's face was soon to soften. He quickly grabbed him from his wrist, pulling Thomas closer to his body before leaning down, and brushing his lips against the brunet's, into a fierceful but still soft kiss.

"Who the bloody hell do you think you are, huh?" Newt asked, as his eyes started to close and his body going limp.

Thomas caught the blond before he hit the ground, and after picking him up, he started to head towards his own house. After making sure that Newt was still asleep, he stopped right outside his doorstep and took out his phone in order to check the time. 1:30 AM, a time when his parents were certainly asleep.

Newt hummed and attempted to turn sides at his sleep, thing that made him look even more adorable to Thomas. A small smile made its way up to his lips, and after pushing the door open, crossed his living room, where unfortunately, his parents waited for him to come home.

"Hey, guys..." Thomas whispered, but both Mark's and Trina's look were locked on the sleeping boy.

"Thomas, who is this?" Asked his mother with a curious and furious tone -furious however, because he was out that late-.

"A friend." Thomas whispered, making sure not to wake up Newt. "I didn't know where his house were, and so I brought him here, hope you don't mind?"

"Thomas!" Mark exclaimed but he was already walking towards his room. "He's sleeping in your room!"

"Fine by me!" Thomas yelled back, and honestly, this was what he wished for, for the past week.

He softly set the boy down at his bed, and covered him with his warmest blanket, but took a moment to observe him. He looked peaceful; Angelic. He slowly ran his finger down his cheek where he softly caressed, and bit his lip before laying down besides him, and closing his eyes, ready to fall asleep.

It was then that Newt turned, and wrapped his one arm around Thomas' waist along with burying his head at the crook of his neck while mumbling something inaudible to him.

But Thomas couldn't be happier, and with a smile at his lips, he fell asleep; A sleep, which for one wasn't empty and dark, but peaceful, and calm.