ᵒⁿᵉ 𝐎𝐍𝐂𝐄 ⁿᵉʷᵗᵐᵃˢ ᵃᵘ (ᶜᵒᵐᵖˡᵉᵗᵉᵈ)

Forty Six

"I want a kitten." Newt says, laying back on his bed.

"Okay, what?" Thomas says.

"I want a kitten." Newt says again. "They're really fluffy and small and cute."

"So are you." Thomas says.

"That doesn't-" Newt starts. "Nevermind. I still want a kitten."

"Somehow," Thomas says. "That makes you even cuter." He kisses him softly.

"Tommy," Newt says. "You and I both know that's not possible."

Thomas laughs. "I know you're kidding, but it's true."

"Mmm..." Newt says, playing with Thomas's fingers.

"Mhm." Thomas says, linking their hands.

Newt climbs into his lap, resting his head on his chest. "Being awake is so fucking overrated."

"You say the same thing about sleep." Thomas points out.

"Maybe there's like, an inbetween state." Newt says.

Thomas chuckles, running a hand through his hair. "I don't think so."

Newt yawns. "That's stupid." He sighs. "I love not having to know the day of the week."

"But you do." Thomas says.

"Yeah, but I don't have to." Newt says.

Thomas laughs. "True."

"Let's go do something." Newt says and jumps up.

"Ew." Thomas says.

"Tommy, come on." Newt says, grabbing his hands.

He pulls Thomas up and makes him walk downstairs. Lizzy runs up to them.

"Guys!" She shouts. "I just heard!"

"Heard what?" Newt asks, accepting her hug.

"About Aris and Minho!" She says.

"How?" Newt asks.

"I have my ways." She says.

"Good god, that's creepy." He says.

"They're cute." She says. "I've seen them."

"At school, I hope." Newt says.

"Yeah." She says. "I'm not a stalker."

Newt scoffs. "Whatever. We're going. Love you, weirdo."

Lizzy waves. "Love you too."

Newt takes Thomas's hand. "Where should we go?"

"Somewhere." Thomas says.

"Oh, thanks, Tommy." Newt says dryly. "That really helps."

Thomas laughs. "Sorry. I'm not great with ideas."

"You don't say." Newt says as they walk out the door. "I never noticed."

"Maybe we should call Minho." Thomas says. "He's good with ideas."

"Better than you, that's for sure." Newt says.

Thomas shrugs. "It's true."

Newt calls Minho. "Okay." Newt says, sliding his phone back into his pocket. "We're meeting him at your house?"

"Why mine?" Thomas asks.

"We just left mine." Newt says. "That'd seem weird."

"To who?" Thomas says. "Minho doesn't know where we were."

"Lizzy." He says. "Anyway, let's just go."

They walk into Thomas's house and wait for Minho. Soon, he walks in.

"Guys." He says. "Guess what."

"What?" Newt says eagerly.

"I invited Aris over tonight." Minho says.

"Does that mean what it sounds like?" Thomas asks.

"Tommy, shut up." Newt says. He turns to Minho. "Does it?"

Minho looks at them, not amused. "Shut up. Both of you."

"You're so stubborn." Thomas says. "Just tell us."

"Yeah," Newt says, bouncing on the edge of his seat.

"And you two," He says, pushing Newt back onto the couch. "Are immature."

"Yes." Newt says, sitting up again. "We know. Now tell us."

"No." Minho says. "And shut up and stop acting like twelve year olds."

"We're not acting like twelve year olds," Thomas says. "And even if we were, we're the same age and twelve year olds don't-"

"Tommy, don't finish that sentence." Newt says, putting a hand over his mouth. "But we aren't. He's right."

Thomas moves Newt's hand. "Tell us! Or we'll come to your house and spy on you and find out ourselves."

"Tommy, that's creepy." Newt says. "Really creepy. And I love you, but we are not doing that." He turns to Minho. "Minho, please do tell us, though. We swear we won't be weird about it."

"You already are." Minho says. "And shut up or I'll kill you."

"No, you won't." Newt says. "You love us."

"I do not." Minho says. "I definitely do not love you. I'm going home now, before either of you say another fucking word."

"But you'll tell us after, right?" Newt asks, looking at him.

"No." Minho says. "Maybe. But probably not."

Newt grins. "Good enough. You can go now!" Minho does, walking out the door. "He's mean." Newt says. "Why wouldn't he tell us? We're his best friends for a reason. He tells us nothing! It's stupid!"

Thomas puts an arm around him. "He's just an idiot."

"Yeah..." Newt says. "And we do not act like twelve year olds."

"Well, we do." Thomas says.

"Yeah, I guess we kind of do." Newt says. "But he was being mean about it."

Thomas kisses his cheek. "You're cute."

"You think I don't know that?" Newt says.

Thomas laughs. "Okay, then."

Newt kisses him. "I love you, Tommy."

"Love you too."

A/N: I asked my mom which one direction member was her favorite (mine is Niall and Harry, can't choose) and she said she DIDN'T CARE OR KNOW. I mean, honestly. *scoffs* Anyway, thanks for reading. Love youuuuu <3