strings // newtmas au

even if she falls

It was hands down the best thing Thomas had ever seen. At one point Minho dropped to his knees, screaming out the lyrics to the ceiling.

When it ended the two high fived before Minho turned off the record player.

Newt was panting slightly but he was smiling and it was so cute that Thomas wanted to take a picture and stare at it forever.

"That was a private show Thomas," Minho said as he sat back down on the couch, "you should feel lucky, some would pay millions for that."

Newt rolled his eyes. "Shut up Minho." He looked back at Thomas. "Want a house tour Tommy?"

Thomas nodded and got up to follow Newt.

"Don't go in my room!" Minho called from his spot on the couch.

"I'm going in your room!" Newt called back as he led Thomas into the kitchen.

"This is where we prepare our five star cuisine," Newt said as he motioned to the small room.

He followed Newt down a small hallway then.

"That's the bathroom, the closed door is Minho's room, mine's at the end." Newt grinned and pushed open a door. "Okay here's the cool stuff."

Thomas followed Newt down the stairs, being careful not to trip. Newt got to the bottom first and turned on the light.

Newt was right, that was the cool stuff. The room was carpeted dark blue and the walls were gray but the coolest part was the set up. There was a drum set in the corner with a microphone and a large speaker. There were old rock posters covering the walls and there was a mini fridge in the corner of the room.

"This is where we practice obviously," Newt said as he crossed his arms and leaned against the wall. There was a futon couch against the wall, it was a little ripped and there were blankets and pillows thrown across it.

"That's where Teresa sleeps sometimes," Newt explained as he rolled his eyes. "Dirty whore never cleans up."

Thomas huffed out a laugh. "You guys have a nice place."

"It's home," Newt said as he smiled softly at Thomas.

Thomas got a random spike of courage and turned to the blonde boy. "Will you sing for me sometime?"

That took Newt off guard. "Huh?"

"Will you play something for me sometime?"

"I don't sing," Newt said as he avoided Thomas' gaze.

Huh. Newt was shy about singing.

"Pretty sure you just serenaded me with I Want it That Way."

Newt huffed a laugh at that. "That's not real singin Tommy."

Thomas stuck out his bottom lip. "Please."

Newt sighed softly. "I'll tell you what, we'll see. It's gonna depend."

Thomas' heart skipped a beat. "Depend on what?"

"If I decide I like ya or not."

Thomas frowned which made Newt laugh.

Thomas kept looking at the posters while Newt pulled out a cigarette and lit it before placing the stick in his mouth.

Thomas frowned as he watched him blow the smoke from between his lips.

"Don't look at me like that," Newt said as he tapped his cigarette in the ashtray.