THE ERROR (Newt Fanfiction)

Deaths Of Never-Ending Doubts: Chapter 23

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NEWT'S POV:

Their lips collide again. Fireworks burst through his body, butterflies emerging from their chrysalises inside of his stomach. His waist supports her legs and she runs her hands through his hair, he tightly has his arms wrapped around her.

He can feel her smile in the middle, making him feel so special. He feels he has meaning, has something to live for, something to keep him going every day.

Her hood is over her head, her long, beautiful, blonde hair hanging down over their faces.

Newt pulls her up and she releases him from her grip, he sets her on the ground and she pulls away, smiling.

He smiles as well, staring into her gorgeous, blue eyes. Seas of long, wonderful emotions pour out of their beauty and he is lost in the windows to her soul, feeling as if he is being carried by the deaths of his never-ending doubts he had about her loving him.

Kayla steps forward, embracing him into a hug. She is tall enough to reach his chin and she presses into the crook of his neck, causing sparks of electricity to crackle through his body.

Newt places his chin on her head and closes his eyes, feeling her warm body pressed against his, feeling protective and loving towards the girl he met in the Box.

"What now?"

She mumbles into his neck.

The lingering question snaps Newt back to reality and he releases her from his hug.

"Does this mean you're mine?"

She smiles, warming up his heart.

"Yes."

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KAYLA'S POV:

She stares up at his wonderful brown eyes, his perfectly messed up hair sticking out.

Newt grins and steps to the side, slithering his hand into hers and starting to walk away from the Deadheads.

"Well then, we best be bloody getting back."

She smiles to herself and walks forward, matching his pace step for step.

They emerge from the trees an walk over to the Food Shack, just to sit down.

The two reach an empty picnic table and sit down. Kayla leans her head on his shoulder, closes her eyes, and exhales slowly, feeling him wrap an arm around her waist, pulling her closer to his warmth.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa. What the shuck did I miss?"

Kayla opens her eyes and sees Minho jogging over, his signature smirk printed on his lips. The sky is growing slightly darker, and she glances down at her watch.

3:00...

Newt glares playfully, adjusting his arm on her waist so it's more comfortable.

"Aren't you supposed to be running?"

Kayla snuggles closer to Newt and closes her eyes again.

"Yeah...and you were late this morning."

MInho sits down across from them.

"Running stuff. Anyway, does this mean what I think it means?"

A moment of silence passes through them and she can sense Newt and Minho exchanging a silent conversation.

Minho chuckles slightly.

"Well, I'm glad it finally happened. You two have been gawking at each other for months."

Kayla doesn't respond, and she steadies her breathing.

Moments past, and Kayla can feel Newt look down to her. 

"I think she's asleep." He whispers.

Minho is heard standing up from the table.

"It's early....But, lover boy, better tend to her needs."

Strong, warm arms are wrapped around her bridal style and she is hugged close to someone's chest.

The steady thump, thump, thump of shoes are heard on grass as her savior of drowsiness carries her across the Glade.

She is gently set down on her hammock and a soft kiss is planted on her forehead. Then, two words with a perfect British accent sweep Kayla off her feet and send her to sleep.

"Goodnight, love."