Newtmas Oneshots

Nightmares

A/N: Not a good title, I know. btw, I wrote this a 1am, so it's not my best.

This chapter takes place before the Maze, and Newt and Thomas are 12. Enjoy!

Thomas's POV:

It was 2am when Thomas heard the gut-wrenching scream. Newt's scream.

The screech was full of pure terror, laced with a bit of sadness, sending shivers up Thomas's spine. It made the boy's stomach clenched, almost unbearable to hear. Then, it cut off, as if it had never happened in the first place.

This had been happening for a week now, the same cry, always full of horror, and it always woke Thomas up. To be honest, he was really concerned. Whatever he was screaming about must have been terrifying, and Thomas hoped it didn't cause him physical pain.

Thomas was considering walking down to Newt's room and checking on him. Maybe the boy could help Newt in some way. He just wanted the blonde boy to not be scared. What if he doesn't want me there? What if something really bad happened to him and I can't help? He thought, starting to doubt his idea. After a moment of thinking, Thomas sighed. Screw it. I'm going.

He tossed his comforter off, letting the icy air engulf him and send goosebumps up his skin, then carefully tip-toed out of his bedroom. Soft, artificial lights lit the narrow hallway, illuminating the glossy, white walls. Trying to be quiet, the boy took a small step out into the open, then started to walk. He passed room after room, his fingers brushing the walls until the boy arrived at Newt's door.

With a deep breath, Thomas knocked, and waited for Newt to get it. If he even did.

But, Newt did answer the door, standing shirtless in front of Thomas. His blonde hair was messy, cheeks stained with dry tears and puffy eyes that were full of true fear. It broke Thomas's heart to see him in such a state.

"Tommy?" he asked, looking confused. "What are ya doin' here?"

Thomas wanted to hug him. His voice trembled with terror, and Thomas noticed his shaking hands, the nails bleeding from being bit.

"Are you okay?" he questioned, placing a hand on the boy's shoulder. Newt's eyes were glossy as he looked down at Thomas's hand.

"Umm, not really," he muttered. Thomas gave his shoulder a squeeze.

"Do you wanna talk about it?" the boy asked, just wanting to help Newt. The blonde shook his head, on the verge of tears.

"Not right now," he whispered. Thomas nodded, understanding his situation.

The pair stood there for a moment before Newt let Thomas in his room. Newt sat on his bed, Thomas taking the chair by his desk.

"Did I wake you up?" Newt asked. Thomas nodded.

"Sorry," he mumbled.

They sat in silence for a moment.

"How was your day?" Thomas questioned, trying to break the depressing mood. Newt looked up, a grin on his face.

"Well, in math, I pat Minho's head and he got angry that I messed up his perfect hair," Newt explained, causing Thomas to chuckle.

"What is it with Minho and his hair?" he joked. Newt sighed, then smirked.

"We had a test and I think I did well, so that's good," he continued.

Thomas and Newt talked for a bit longer, laughing about stupid things and lightning the mood, but Thomas noticed Newt getting a bit sleepy.

The blonde boy yawned, but tried to hide it.

"I know you're tired, Newt," Thomas stated, smirking. Newt looked at him with an exhausted expression.

"No, I'm not," he argued, the words slurring. Thomas chuckled.

"Come on," he muttered, then stood up from his seat and walked over to Newt. The boy tried to fight Thomas off, waving his arms at the brunette, but to no avail.

Eventually, Thomas got Newt to lay down in bed and tucked him in. Thomas was about to leave when Newt stopped him.

"I can't," Newt whispered, a heartbreaking whisper full of pain. The brunette stopped dead in his tracks. He knew what Newt meant.

"I'm sorry," Thomas muttered, brushing some of Newt's blonde hair out of his face.

At that moment, Newt looked absolutely beautiful. Butterflies started to flutter inside Thomas's stomach, his heart stopping. The boy's blonde hair, the soft glow from the lights making him look angelic, his full, light pink lips. He looked stunning. But why was Thomas feeling this way? He was always with Newt and never got this feeling before. So what changed?

"Stay," Newt mumbled, pulling Thomas out of his thoughts. It took a second for the boy to process Newt's words, but when he did, he blushed furiously.

Should he stay? What would happen if someone caught them? Did Newt like him?

Thomas's head was spinning, thoughts overwhelming, but he knew his answer.

"Okay."

Newt was able to get out a small smile before Thomas climbed into the warm sheets. Newt moved over, making room for Thomas in the small bed. Newt's back was pressed against Thomas's chest, his touch sending shockwaves through him. Thomas tried to control himself, but lost the battle and snaked his arm around Newt's weist.

Once comfortable, Thomas could feel Newt relaxing, melting into his chest. His stomach twisted in knots, blush covering every inch of his face.

What was happening to him?

"Goodnight, Tommy," Newt whispered. Thomas felt like exploding from his soothing voice.

"Goodnight."

A/N: Did I write a kind of sad but fluffy chapter? Yep.

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