What If (Newtmas Fanfiction)

Chapter 10

Newts POV 

My eyes flickered open, my surroundings were dark, as night time swallowed the land. I laid on the sand, feeling the small itching of the sand rubbing against my back. The smooth waters in the distance were glistening under the moon. The sound of waves crashing back and forth, it was like a fantasy, heavenlike almost. 

Beside me, Thomas was still fast asleep, little snores escaping from his lips. 

His calm breath radiated bits of warmth towards my neck, somewhere along the way we ended up on the ground, side by side. 

I felted an arm wrapped around my waist, strong muscular ones, Tommy's. His arms gripped tightly around the curves of my body, but not too tightly, just enough to make me feel safe and protected. 

My mind was yelling at me to shove his arm off, that this was wrong. It felt as if I was cuddling with my brother. But my heart argued to stay here forever, to be in his arms forever. At the end my heart won over my body, as I relaxed into Thomas' arms.

After what felt like a few minutes, I could feel myself drifting back into a careless nap. 

Suddenly I felt Thomas' arms start to pull away as he started to stir. I blinked my eyes shut, trying to put a leash on my rapidly beating heart. 

I could hear as Thomas sit up in confusion, probably trying to process what was happening. I took a small peek and saw that he was staring at the area of me where his arm once laid on.

I felt kind of disappointed that he pulled away so quickly, hoping he would lie down next to me and caress me again. My eyes widened, what the bloody hell was I thinking? 

This is wrong... 

but its feels so right... 

he's a brother to me... 

but he doesn't have to be... things have changed since the days of the trials.

Thomas started to stand up and looked towards the lights that flickered in the distance. The atmosphere was dark and I couldn't make out his expression. 

As he strolled towards thee cabins again, his silhouette shrinking by the second. 

I felt a pang of pain that he didn't even bother to check on me, a rush of hurt and jealousy mixing up my throat. 

I hurriedly picked myself up and started after him. 

"Tommy!" I shouted across the sand.

He whipped around, only to find me short of breath, both hands on my knees. 

"Hey Newt... Sorry I thought you were asleep. I didn't want to wake you"

A droplet of hope appeared in my veins, knowing the reason he left made me feel slightly better, but the fact that I stayed there next to him and he chose to leave the moment he awoke still weighed my heart down. 

I felt pathetic, I didn't even know where this was coming from, this desperation for him... It was sick. 

"Yea it's ok" Was all I could muster. 

Author's note 

ok so I know nobody cares, but if you're actually reading my book thank you very much :)