( Reader ) P.O.V.
**One Week Later**
“Are you guys coming over later?” I ask, laying on Brenda’s bed. The bed dips as another body joins.
“Probably. I’d be surprised if we didn’t.” Brenda says, siting against the headboard. She’s eating skittles, passing the packet to me.
“Yeah - Minho mentioned going over there later, as well.” Teresa says, laying the opposite direction on the bed.
Brenda invited me and Teresa over this morning, so I’ve spent the whole day with them. We continue to pass around the skittles until they’re gone, still talking in-between.
Both Thomas and Newt had to work today, so I was more than happy to have company while they are gone. “You seem to be smiling more than usual, Y/n. I noticed it a few days ago but figured you had a good day.” Brenda points out.
My smile disappears. I’ve been trying to act like my normal self but it’s been so hard since Newt and I have started seeing each other. “Oh…yeah. I’ve just been in a good mood, I guess."
Teresa accepts this but Brenda continues to watch me skeptically. Looking back at her, I give her a big grin and over-exaggerate it just to irritate her. She sighs, trying to glare at me but she ends up smiling in the end.
Mid-afternoon arrives and I head home to meet the boys before any company arrive. Because there’s bound to be friends coming over, like always.
When I arrive to the apartment, I let myself in and see that the place has nobody in it. The boys are going to be home soon, though. After putting my stuff away, I go to the kitchen sink and begin cleaning left over dishes from this morning.
It doesn’t take long to finish up the few things that needed to be fixed around the apartment and I head upstairs to spend the remaining time in my room. I’ve been spending more time here, recently.
My mind continues to think about all the things that could go wrong when I tell my brother that Newt and I are together. Thomas will surely be fine with it, right? I mean, it’s his best friend and his sister. He trusts Newt with me more than anyone.
Unavoidable. That’s the situation. Thomas has to know eventually but, for the first time in my life, I’m scared of what he will do. But things will work out, it has to. It has to…
Out of the corner of my eye, I see my door crack open and Newt’s head peaks out from behind it. "Hi, Newt.” I greet, sitting up from the bed. He fully opens the door, stepping in and comes over to sit on the floor in front of me.
“Hello, love.” He returns, looking up at me. No matter how many times he calls me that, I find myself with butterflies over and over again. Newt begins asking about my day, listening to me and smiling occasionally.
Returning the question, he begins telling me about his day. I enjoy listening to him describe the photo’s to me because I get a small look into how he views the world. He sees so much potential in all things and you can just tell by the way he speaks.
We both hear the front door open and Newt gets up, pecking my lips, before slipping into his room. Thomas comes to my room soon after and I give him a hug. I ask about his day and he does the same, chatting a bit.
“Minho and the girls will be over in a while, if that’s alright.”
Both of us are walking down the stairs as we talk. “I figured they would. Yeah, it’s fine. They’re our friends, so they’re welcomed.” I tell him. Just as we reach the living room, I hear Newt call for me.
“Y/n, can you help me with something?” Newt’s voice carries down the stairs and I turn to Thomas to see his reaction. He makes a gesture of ‘go ahead’ and I hurry up the steps.
Newt pulls me into his room, closing the door. It takes me by surprise, I’ve never been in alone with Newt in his room. Thomas has always been with me. For some reason, everything seems different. Like his room shows a part of Newt that not many people get to see.
“What do you need?"
He looks hesitant to answer, scanning my face before sighing. He glances back at the door before stepping closer to me and lowering his voice. "I think we should tell Minho and Brenda.”
Confusion crosses paths with me and I squint my eyes at him. “Tell them what…exactly?” I ask, watching his reaction.
A lot of different emotions cross his face and rather quickly. Crossing his arm, he rests a hand on his chin and his brows knit together as he answers me. “About us. You and I dating each other. Despite how annoying Minho is, he’d help us out and you know Brenda would, too.”
I want to argue with him but having someone else besides us knowing about this relationship would take a lot of stress off of me. Especially telling Brenda since she already wanted us together in the first place.
“Okay, but when should we tell them? We can’t exactly do it in front of T and as much as I love Teresa, I don’t want her to know right now.” I say. “We can’t text them either, Thomas has access to my phone - even the deleted messages.” I add.
Together, we decide that we’ll make plans so that just the four of us will meet. Then we will be safe to talk freely about what’s going on. I just hope that it works out okay and I don’t regret it….
Realizing it’s been a little too long, I head back downstairs and tell Thomas that Newt needed my opinion on a picture he’s editing - which is true, he showed me when he came home.
My brother accepts this and we proceed to get ready for our friends. “What snacks should we have?” He asks but I just look at him, not knowing what we have. “Chips? Popcorn? Pretzels? Sardines? Wood chips?” He lists off - again, piling on ridiculous things when I’m unresponsive.
“T, I don’t think it matters. They usually help themselves anyway.” I say, wanting him to shut up.
With a nod, he closes the cabinets before getting a knife and walking to the stairs. When I ask him what he’s doing, he responds, “We’re having a human sacrifice for a snack - Newt in this case.”
I’m already laughing but it gets worse when Thomas disappears upstairs and I hear Newt hollering and screaming. For a moment, the thought of Thomas actually murdering Newt crossed my mind but it left when I heard them both laughing in-between the cries.
The screaming doesn’t stop when Minho, Brenda and Teresa arrive. “What the hell is happening up there?” Minho asks, looking confused rather than worried.
“Oh, we’re having Newt as a human sacrifice for a snack. It’s my brothers idea.” I explain casually, wanting to see the reaction. Brenda nods and plops on the couch and Teresa looks slightly uncomfortable.
Minho, on the other hand, smirks. “About time!” He calls as he joins the boys upstairs. Which just piles onto the overly dramatic cries of a quote on quote “murdered Newt”.
“God, your neighbors are going to think someone’s getting murdered or having the night of their lives if they don’t slim it.” Brenda says and Teresa sits down beside her.
I agree, so I yell up at them to get down here. Only Minho and Thomas reply, which just makes me smile. “You girls want anything to drink?” I ask, going to the fridge. I’m grabbing their requested beverages when I hear them erupt in laughter.
Straightening my stance, my eyes fall upon the boys carrying Newt as his body is limp and his tongue sticking out of the side of his mouth. “You can set him on the counter, I’ll deal with it later.” I say before handing the girls their drinks.
Weirdly, the boys listen to me. As they pass, Newt opens one eye and looks at me, re-adjusting his tongue so it’s stuck at me. I return the gesture, smiling.
“That’s the smile I was talking about…."Brenda whispers in my ear, making me jump slightly. I turn to her, wide eyed and she rubs my arm. "Relax, it’s not that obvious. I just know that look too well.”
“We’ll talk about it later?” I suggest and she gives me a side hug as an agreement. Newt is now slumped on the floor, against the sink.
“He wouldn’t fit on the counter.” Minho tells me and I just shrug. “Chop chop!” He says, clapping his hands. I laugh but this earns him a hard smack from Thomas and a cold glare. Ah, Minho can’t help but be a trouble maker.
They’re all in the living room, messing around and talking, while I kneel beside Newt. I comb my fingers through his hair, resting my hand on his knee. His eyes open and he gives me a lazy smile. “Hello, love.” He whispers.
We only do this because any view of our seat on the floor is blocked from the living room. Even so, we can’t push our luck. Which reminds me…“Newt, Brenda knows already. Or at least she suspects.”
“Bloody hell. Hopefully we aren’t that obvious?” He says and I just shake my head no. Standing, I offer both of my hands to help him up. “You need to keep that smile under control, y/n.” He says, winking playfully.
“Me? What about you! You’re a naturally frowning person and you’ve been making love eyes at me!” I tease, quietly. Newt just rolls his eyes and pushes me to the living room to join our friends.
****
Brenda suggested that we go out to eat tonight, so we’re in the city having dinner. Teresa had a headache so she decided to skip out and rest at home. Brenda’s got something up her sleeve, though, I can feel it. So we eat and continue to joke around as we do so.
“What time do you work tomorrow, guys?” Brenda asks and we all answer. 6am - Thomas. 12pm - Newt. 10am - Y/n. She smiles a bit but only I catch it before it disappears.
“Wow, then it’s getting late for you Thomas. Sorry, we’ll try to finish up.” She says, eating a big bite. This is weird for Brenda because she usually doesn’t rush around unless it’s an emergency.
“Yeah, you’re right. No, no. Don’t worry about it. I’m going to go ahead and head back. Newt, bring Y/n home?” He says and Newt nods. Thomas finishes the last of his drink before saying goodnight and leaving.
A moment passes before any of us speak. “You’re sneaky. Very, very smart but sneaky.” I say to Brenda, impressed. She bows a little and we laugh. Only now does Newt move to sit beside me, grabbing my hand under the table.
“What’s sneaky?” Minho asks, looking confused. Again.
Newt looks at me before smiling at them. “Y/n and I are together.” As the words leave his lips, it feels like weight has been lifted from my shoulders. Brenda smiles, knowingly.
Minho begins laughing like a little kid. “I knew it!! You’re literally going to get murdered by Thomas, Newt.” Brenda smacks him on the back of his head when he says this.
“That’s why we need your help…” I start and they lean forward to listen. “Newt and I are going to tell my brother.”
“Nope.” “That’s an awful idea.” Brenda and Minho reply. God, even they know that this is going to end badly. Very badly, by the looks on their faces. My stomach starts to hurt when this happens.
Newt notices the change in me and scoots closer, resting his arm around my waist and hugging me to him. “That’s why you’re going to help us, okay? We need to warm Tommy up to the idea of us being together. I know that this could end badly but I’m more than willing to take the chance.” He explains.
I watch him as he discusses this and my heart feels like it’s going to explode. My eyes memorize every detail of his face, not bothering to listen to what anyone is saying. Newt looks over at me, catching my eyes.
Leaning over, he places a gentle and sweet kiss to my hairline before asking if I’m alright. I nod before I hear, “Wow. You two are completely gone, aren’t you?” Minho asks, watching us.
Both of us flush, realizing that this is probably true. I’ve never felt this strongly for anyone and yet I’m not scared of it because I’m with Newt. I know that he would never hurt me.
“Screw it. Fine, we’ll help.” Minho says and Brenda nods, winking at me. “What do you have in mind? Whatever it is, it better not get us all killed.”
****
It’s been a couple days since the dinner with our friends. Newt and I are snuggled up on the couch together and I’m reading a book while he rests. We only get to do this when Thomas is at work, gone or we leave to be alone.
Yawning, I set my book down and look at Newt. His steady breathing and warmth is making me sleepy. I try to readjust myself so I can lay my head down but he wakes up. “Sorry…Go back to sleep, hun.” I say to him.
He nods but grabs me in the process, setting me on his lap. With one arm around my waist, his other hand lowers my head to rest on his chest. I happily wrap my self around him, getting comfortable and begin drifting as he strokes my arm.
Before nodding off, I sit up and set an alarm on my phone so we can wake up before Thomas gets home. As I’m doing this, Newt asks what I’m doing and I explain. “Oh, right…”
Looking back at him, I ask “What’s wrong, Newt?"
"For a moment, it felt like it was just you and me. Nothing to worry about. Just us, together in our home.” He admits. I tell him that I wish it were that way, feeling kind of down about the fact that it’s not.
Holding his face, I kiss him and he responds immediately. “We’ll be okay. I know it.” I say, running my thumb across his lower lip. Newt stands up, taking me with him as we go upstairs.
Going into my room, he tucks me under the covers of my bed. He goes to leave but I stop him. “Stay with me?” I ask in the most innocent way. Climbing on top of the covers, separating us, he hugs me to him with an arm slung over my hip.
“Get some rest, darling. I’ll be right here with you.” Feeling the comfort of his words wash over me, I close my eyes and snuggle into his warmth before drifting.
****
Beep Beep Beep Beep
Jolting awake, I pick my phone up and turn the alarm off. Sighing, I roll onto my back and see a half asleep Newt beside me. “Thomas will be home in about an hour and a half.” I inform him, playing with his hand.
He just hums at me, showing the acknowledgement of hearing what I said. I go to get up but Newt groans, pulling on my hand. “Newt, we have to get up. I don’t want you to get murdered so early in our relationship.”
That seemed to work and he lets me go, getting up as well. Traveling to the laundry room, I switch the clothes and start another load. When I finish, my stomach growls loudly and I realize that I haven’t eaten much of anything today.
So, I rummage through the kitchen and start making myself something to snack on. Just as I’m cutting up an apple, Newt’s arms snake around my stomach and he rests his chin on my shoulder.
“Love?” He asks. I respond by turning my face and kissing his head. “Would you go on a date with me?” The way he says this makes it seem like he’s nervous, which is adorable, needless to say.
“Of course, Newt. I’d love to.” I accept. He smiles, giving my shoulder a little peck and stealing an apple slice. “Hey! That’s mine, you jerk!” I call after him as he walks away.
Although it seems like I’m irritated, he knows that I’m not and smiles at me. Once I’ve gathered my food, I join him on the couch and we watch some TV. We talk a bit about when we’ll go on our date and just enjoy the remaining time we have alone.
This is how my brother comes home to find us. Sitting and watching TV, like normal. “Hey, T. How was work?” I ask, giving him a high-five as he passes by.
“It was fine. Nothing really new, to tell the truth. How was your guy’s day?” He responds and we proceed to tell him a few things we did, leaving out anything that might be taken the wrong way.
Thomas comes over and sits between me and Newt, which doesn’t surprise me. “Y/n, want to hang out in the city with me tomorrow?” He asks and I nod. We haven’t had a day with just us hanging out in a while. It’d be nice to do something with him.
With a large grin, he ruffles my hair and I swat his hand away, both of us laughing. I glance over at Newt and he’s watching us, lovingly. His best friend and his girlfriend, just being themselves.
I’m not the only one to notice this and Thomas starts teasing him as to not leave him out of the circle. No one could have convinced me that this would be the outcome of moving here but I’m more than happy that this is my life now.
****
When the sun rises and Thomas barges into my room, jumping on my bed to wake me, I scold him before getting up. He seems excited that we get to hang out and I am too, really.
We don’t have breakfast because he wants to eat in the city and that’s where we head to. We enter a small restaurant on the outskirt of the city and I find the place charming. It looks like a small family business that has been passed on through the years. It feels like a form of home.
An older lady greets Thomas and he introduces me. Her name is Grace and apparently, my brother comes in here at least once a week before work. We order our food and just chat a bit.
“I’m sorry that I’ve been missing lately, it’s just been hectic. How have you been? You getting along with Newt okay?” He asks, sipping his coffee.
“It’s alright, I understand. I’ve been good, actually. Yeah, Newt and I have gotten close. We have a lot in common and we enjoy hanging out together.” I tell him, pressing the boundary a bit to see how he reacts.
“That’s good to hear. Yeah, I figured you guys would get along. He’s my best friend, so I knew he’d look after you.” He says, making me a little relieved. “Has anyone messed with you that I need to know about?” He asks.
Not knowing how to answer, I take a gulp of my drink before responding. “No, no one has messed with me.” I tell him, watching his reaction. “But I have been talking to this one guy….He’s nice and-”
“No, y/n.” Thomas interrupts me. “I know you’re older now but you’ll still get hurt.” He says, calmly with a firm undertone.
I wait a moment before trying to talk again. “I know how you feel about this, T. But this is different, really different.” I explain carefully. “You’re right, I am older. I’ve learned and I know that this is different.”
Finishing my sentence, our food comes and we sit in silence. “I just don’t want you to get hurt, y/n. Not again.” He says and I let the subject go. We finish up breakfast and go to the zoo because I have yet to go.
This brings us out of the little bit of awkwardness that we had experienced earlier and I excitedly watch the penguins waddle around. Penguins have been said to be one of the clumsiest animals and I can relate to that.
What I adore the most about Penguins, though, is that they are considered the odd ones when it comes to birds but they can survive a lot harsher conditions than others. I think that’s amazing.
As I’m watching, one of them trips and Thomas laughs. “It’s just like you.” He teases and I smack him. Always stumbling, always trying.
At the end of the day, we’ve been to multiple places and just spending time together, mostly. By the time we return, I’m worn out. “Thanks for today, T. It was nice to hang out again.” I say, hugging him.
“Of course, y/n. I love you, sis, don’t forget that.” He tells me. I nod, yawning and I say goodnight to Newt too. Thinking about this morning, I climb into bed and snuggle up.
Thomas is going to be stubborn about protecting me but I’m determined to convince him that this will be alright. If he loves me, he will see that Newt makes me happy.
****
It’s been two weeks since Brenda and Minho were told about our relationship. They’ve been helpful, which was surprising from Minho. They’re out with Thomas right now, giving Newt and I some time alone.
When they’re around Thomas, they act like they usually do but subtly drop ideas of Newt and me, at the same time. I feel like it might actually work and I’m grateful for that.
Newt and I are baking brownies for when they return and we’ve made a mess because we’re playing around. I’m sitting on the counter with cocoa powder in my hair and he has some on his shirt.
He’s sticking the pan into the oven and I grab the bowl of batter, tasting it with my finger. “Hey, don’t eat all of it!” He says, coming over to steal the bowl. I tighten my grip on it, whining like a little kid.
He dips his finger in the chocolate batter and swipes it across my cheek. Gasping, he takes this as an opportunity to steal the bowl. Returning the favor, I gather some batter from our mixing spoon and I start chasing him around the kitchen.
“AHA!!” I yell when I finally get it on his face. He pouts and I laugh at him. Taking the bowl back, I return to the counter and he stands in front of me. We share the rest of it and he kisses me afterward.
“You taste like chocolate.” He comments, lips turning up. I peck his lips one more time before hopping off the counter and cleaning the dishes. Newt stands beside me, drying them off.
We’re laughing and he’s wiping some of the powder out of my hair when the front door opens, letting our friends and Thomas in. Minho’s the first one to see us, pointing it out.
“Well, you guys look adorable.” Brenda says, winking at us.
Minho adds on, “Chocolate is the latest fashion, I heard.” He teases, dusting the powder off of Newt and hair.
“Glad you guys had fun.” Thomas says, kissing my forehead. “You both should go upstairs and clean up.” He says, pushing us to go.
Reaching the bathroom, I grab a rag and run some warm water on it. I pull Newt’s face to me and begin cleaning off the batter, making sure not to make his skin too red.
When I finish, he does the same to me. I giggle a bit at how concentrated he looks as he does this, eyes focused and mouth in his natural frown. He smirks at me, enjoying the moment.
“You’re so bloody gorgeous, y/n.” Newt whispers, rag still placed on my forehead. He laughs rather loudly when I respond with a 'so are you’. We both jump when Brenda knocks on the door frame, informing us that we need to get a move on.
Finishing our cleaning up, we head downstairs with Brenda behind me and Newt behind her. Thomas and Minho are sitting on the floor in front of the tv, playing video games.
The three of us sit on the couch behind them. With Brenda, again, between us but she leaves room for Newt and I to hold hands behind her back. I hide this by leaning onto her shoulder.
Soon, Newt joins their game and sits on the floor with them. I excuse Brenda and I, dragging her to my room. Once we settle in, with the door closed, she immediately begins with the questions.
“How did you end up with chocolate and powder all over yourselves?” She starts and I recap everything that occurred before they arrived. “Are you guys doing good? You know, as far as dating?"
"Yeah. We’re doing great, actually! This is all so new to me and he’s understanding of that - gentle, even. He’s someone special and it’s hard to explain how I feel around him.” I tell her and she just smirks at me.
She’s basically the only one I can talk to about this. Minho listens but teases me constantly, which if funny. Brenda, however, listens and helps me out. I can’t talk to Newt about how I feel because it’s embarrassing and I definitely can’t talk to T about it.
Eventually, the boys come up and knock on the door. When I tell them to come in, they all plop down in my room and we all chill up here. This barely happens, but it’s nice. A change.
Minho and Brenda soon leave, choosing to not stay for dinner. Thomas shows them out, leaving me alone with my boyfriend. He’s sitting at my desk and I’m on my bed, so we stay that way until Thomas can return.
Newt opens up my laptop, after asking to use it, and starts looking for an email that he sent me of a picture he’s working on. Not thinking much of it, I let him go through my mail and sit back, waiting.
It isn’t until he opens a file and our faces pop up on the screen that I jump up, trying to close it out. “Is that the first picture we took together?” He asks, blushing a little.
Embarrassed, I nod. “That was a good day. The first time I really got to know you, without anybody else around to worry about. Although, you not being able to speak was difficult.” He laughs. “But I felt like that caused you to be more genuine with what we spoke about. You had to put effort into what you wanted to say.”
“I’m surprised you remember all of that.” I say, amazed. This is one of the reasons why I started feeling for Newt, he’s so observant. The way he described that day, his face lit up like it does when he’s describing something he lo-
“Hey, let’s go get a bite to eat. I’m starving.” Thomas interrupts, bursting into my room. We follow him out and decide to walk to a diner that’s not too far away. A nice breeze blows through the air, making me smile.
I love the approaching fall weather, it always brings back good memories. Walking in-between the boys, my hand brushes Newts and I find myself struggling to resist holding it. Changing my position, I start walking backwards, looking at them both.
Again, this probably wasn’t the best decision and my foot catches the sidewalk, causing me to stumble back. Newt reaches out to grab me at the same time as Thomas, both trying to catch me.
Newt gets to me first, falling as well from Thomas’ motion towards me but he pulls me to him, taking the worst of the fall. “Are you okay?” He groans, still holding onto me.
“Am I okay? I’m so sorry, Newt!! Are you hurt?!” I panic, searching his body for any signs of injury. Unfortunately, he’s bleeding from his skin being scraped by the concrete. It’s not horrible, though, so that’s something.
“It’s alright, y/n.” He says, helping me up. I take his hand, Thomas pulling me up by my forearms. Wincing a bit, I try to hide my hand but Thomas grabs it.
“You scraped your hand up.” My brother observes. Newt is instantly looking for other injuries on me but I assure them both that I’m alright.
Huffing, I tell them to stop. “Newt’s more hurt than I am! We should get to the diner and clean up the blood.” With that, I begin walking again. Carefully, this time. With only a moment’s hesitation, they begin following me.
Honestly, I’m a bit surprised that Thomas didn’t overreact about the way Newt behaved when I fell but I’m glad that he didn’t. So when we get inside the small building, we both head to the restroom and fix ourselves up.
Being done, I walk out of the bathroom and get met with Newt waiting on me. Together, we walk back to our table. Thomas had gotten a few band-aids from the workers and handed some to Newt while he put the rest on me.
I thank him after he’s done. Why do I always mess perfectly good things up? I always mess things up. This thought idles in my mind while we order and even when we’re eating.
Glancing up, I meet Newt watching me. When he notices that I’m looking, he smiles at me. Why do I always mess perfectly good things up? I return my eyes to my barely touched meal, feeling a bit sick.
“Are you okay, y/n?” T asks, rubbing my back comfortingly. I nod, avoiding their gazes. I’m messing everything up. Their friendships. Their lives. Their priorities. Their feelings….
Standing up abruptly, I excuse myself and leave the diner. Walking, no - sprinting down the street, I make it halfway back to our place when I stop. Trailing away from the sidewalk, I lean against a tree and try to level my breathing.
Relationships lead to feelings getting hurt, people getting hurt. I don’t want to hurt anyone. I don’t want to hurt Newt….
The sound of slapping feet fills my ears, coming closer and I know that it’s likely the boys chasing after me. I’m so confused and I don’t know what to do. I’m falling hard for Newt but I don’t want to screw up his life just so we can be together.
I won’t screw up his life for this..
Newt and Thomas’ voices startle me as they keep running, past the tree I’m resting behind. Peaking from behind the bark, I watch their figures rush into the distance.
Bringing my phone out, I see that they’ve tried calling me but I swipe them away. Dialing Brenda, I sigh when she answers. I explain everything and she tells me to stay where I am so she can pick me up.
Listening to her, I sit at the base of the trunk and my fingers occupy themselves with braiding the blades of grass. My phone lays in front of me and I watch it light up with attempts of contact with me.
I text Thomas back with an 'I’m okay. Don’t worry, I’ll be back later.“ After that, I don’t talk to anyone else as I wait. Brenda’s car pulls up to the corner and when I climb into the passenger seat, she embraces me.
Having been so worked up, I didn’t realize how much I needed the comfort of a friend. She doesn’t force me to talk as we drive to her place and I appreciate that. The silence is filled with her miscellaneous chatter and I welcome it.
My body acts like it’s making its own decisions as we enter Brenda’s. Making my bed on the couch, changing my bandages and laying down for the night - none of this registers with me.
Despite the late hour, I can’t sleep. I guess Newt can’t either since he’s still leaving me messages, lighting up my phone. Reading through the worried messages makes me feel bad. He doesn’t need this in his life.
It gets worse when I start listening to my voicemails:
Y/n, please, tell me where you are. I’m worried about you, love and hope you’re safe. - Did I do something wrong? What can I do to help you? Call me back, y/n. - If you decide to come home tonight, I’ll be waiting for you. I’m not going anywhere, I’ll always be here for you.
Guilt immediately starts eating at me. Opening up my messages, I start texting him:
Hey, Newt. I’m okay and I’m safe. You didn’t do anything wrong, I’m sorry for leaving. I’ll come back tomorrow at some point. I’m really sorry, Newt.
Y/n. I’m so glad you’re alright, I was so worried. Don’t be sorry, love. Is there anything I can do to make you feel better?
We text back and forth for a bit, just talking. He’s so understanding and sweet. Newt tells me that Thomas is awake, too. He’s up in his room, laying on his bed and restless.
Not being able to take much more, I stop texting and put my phone away. I don’t get a wink of sleep the entire night and watch as the room warms up with the sun. My mind is running non-stop and I can’t shut it off.
Once Brenda wakes up, I tell her that I’m going to head back and she offers to drive me. "Do you think I’m messing up Newt’s life, Brenda?” I ask, looking out the window as we drive.
She makes a sound, “You did not seriously just ask that.” She continues when I remain quiet. “I’ve been friends with Newt and your brother for several years. They’ve been best mates but when you came, everything changed.” She explains.
“They seemed happier. Like they had a reason to return home, because you were there. Newt, as you know, is a quiet and put-together person. With you, though, he’s so different. You are so unexpected and genuine as a person, it brought out the best in Newt.”
“Since you’ve moved here, Thomas and Newt have actually become a lot closer as friends. Because they both care a lot about you and your happiness is something they both work hard towards.” We arrive at my place and she turns to me. “So don’t ever think that you’re messing anything up with them, because you’re making their lives better. I promise.” She finishes.
Tears sting my eyes and I pull her into a tight hug, thanking her for everything. When I let go, she tells me to let her know if I need anything and that she loves me. I watch her drive away before I turn to the front door.
Inhaling deeply, I let it go and open the door. Almost instantly, Newt has me pulled into his arms. “Bloody hell, y/n. Please, don’t ever do that to us again.” He breathes, holding me tightly.
“I’m sorry, hun.” I tell him, wrapping myself around him as well. My face is buried in the crook of his neck and I calm down at the familiar scent. Newt always comforts me, in every way.
He drags me to the love seat, pulling me into his lap. I’m hesitant at first but he tells me that Thomas went to see if I were at Brenda’s. “I was last night.” I tell him.
Newt smiles a bit, causing me to question it. “I figured that’s where you’d be. We checked with Minho and Teresa, both of them hadn’t seen you. Brenda lied and said the same.” He explains.
I smile. “She’s a good friend."
"I knew you guys would be, remember?” He teases and I laugh. Sitting on Newt’s lap, I play with his fingers as his arms are wrapped around my abdomen. “Why did you run off last night?”
Biting my lip, I try to find an excuse to tell him. However, when his hand guides me to look at him, I can’t find myself lying to him. “I feel like I’m messing up."
"Messing up? Messing up what?” He asks, frown in place and eyes showing confusion. I turn my body to face him, wanting to know how he feels.
“Life. Thomas’ and your life. Everything. I just don’t think I’m wor-” I’m stopped by him placing a finger on my lip. He looks a little irritated and sad, mostly just confused.
“The last thing you’re doing is messing up. If you think that I’m not happy with you in my life, than you’re wrong. Bloody hell, I can’t even imagine you not living here anymore. It’s unthinkable.” He says.
“You’re one of the best things to come into my life and I will not stand by as you make yourself feel rubbish. I want you in my life, Y/n, and I will fight to keep you here.” He tells me, truth drenching every word.
I believe him. I really do. Resting my head against his, he whispers “I love you.” before capturing my lips. The excitement that always comes while being with Newt tightens in my stomach and I kiss him back.
Wow. I’m in love with Newt. I love him, too. This thought and moment is shattered when an angry voice is heard at the door. “What the hell is going on here?"