101 Thomas Brodie Sangster Imagines

Newt: Secret Crush

Newt: Secret Crush

Newt Pov

I watch her. Her and Minho, across the glade acting like no one is watching, but I am. (Y/N)’s long golden hair and her perfect green eyes that practically scream gorgeous.

I watch as Minho says something that makes (Y/N) laugh uncontrollably. Her perfect smile shows as she chuckles. She’s laughing so hard, she’s practically rolling on the floor. I scoff to myself and feel like stomping over there and yelling at Minho. Maybe even punching square in the nose. It takes all my concentration and strength to stop myself from doing so.

“Newt, you okay?” I hear someone ask. I whip my head around, seeing Thomas looking down at me from where I sit at the picnic table. I realize that my face is hot and probably beat red with anger.

“Yeah,” I scoff again. Thomas takes a seat next to me and tries to find out what I’m glaring at. When he sees (Y/N) giggling at Minho, he lets out a pathetic sigh. Thomas sets a hand on my shoulder.

“Newt, I’m sorry…” Thomas says. I can tell he’s at a loss for words. I turn to Thomas and glare at him.

“You don’t get it! I’m in love with her and I’m forced to watch Minho flirt with her. And he knows how I feel about (Y/N)!” I almost yell. I shove Thomas a little and I can tell he’s stunned by that.

“Newt, just tell her,” Thomas said. I dropped my head and then I heard Thomas get up and walk away. Maybe he’s right. I lift my head to see Minho playing with her hair and stroking her cheek. (Y/N) kind of bats her eyes then she turns her head away. I catch her eye. A look of sorrow comes across her face. I stand up and prepare myself to go talk to her. (Y/N)’s eyes widen as she sees me walking toward them. Minho notices too and I see a flash of fear come over him. I make my way across the glade, (Y/N) stands as I approach. Before I can say anything to (Y/N), I turn to Minho. Worry and concern fill his eyes.

“Minho, can you give (Y/N) and I have a moment to talk… Alone,” I say stern, but calm. Minho kind of hurries away, knowing that I was mad at him for flirting with (Y/N). I turn back to (Y/N). Her lips curl into that perfect smile. The smile that takes my breath away. It takes me a moment or two, but I regain enough breath to speak.

“(Y/N),” I say, stutter slightly.

“Yes?” she replies. I feel all the courage and adrenaline in my body build up. Before I know it my hands are all over her. My hands rush to her face then slowly move down to her neck and her arms. “Newt…” she breathes out as I lean in to kiss her. I’m so close to her face that I can just fill the gap and kiss her any second.

“(Y/N)... I love you so much…” I blurt as my lips touch her neck.

“Newt…” she whispers, pulling away. “Why are you doing this?” (Y/N) asks. I give her a confused look.

“I’m doing this because I love you and this is what you want,” I say. She chuckles, but I don’t know why. “What’s so funny?” I ask. She looks at me like I’m crazy. Then she places her hand on my cheek, gently.

“I want you, the normal you. The Newt that so shy and sweet. The guy who blushes when I graze his hand or when I smile at. I don’t this Newt,” (Y/N) explains, gesturing towards me and my hands that are now holding her hips closer to mine. I quickly remove my hands and blush. (Y/N) practically dances around when she sees me blush.

“That’s my Newt!” she giggles. Then her long arms wrap around my waist and I do the same.