Newt Imagine

Just a boy with a limp

 💕Your POV💕 

"Thanks newt," You say giving him a smile. He returns it but it looks more sad than anything else. You feel bad for him but god does he look good like that "Anyway, let's get down from this tree and get you some food, you must be starving!" "Alright, as long as it isn't frypans bloody stew" he sounds much cheerier now but there's still a hint of sadness there. You climb down the tree and hold out a hand to help him jump down the last part. He takes it and lands gracefully in front of you. You expect him to let go immediately but he doesn't. You both stand smiling, looking in to each others eyes. Then you've been looking to long. You remind yourself he doesn't like you that way. Your just a friend. You turn and start walking out of the woods pulling him along with you. Your hands are still linked.

💕Newt's POV💕 

I'm looking into her eyes, a smile on my face. I think its just me when I realise she is doing the exact same. She's still got hold of my hand which is giving me butterflies. Then she turns and starts walking away pulling me with her. It draws me back to the reality that she doesn't love me. Of course, out of all these boys, why would the stunning (Y/N) pick the broken boy with the limp. It doesn't stop me from looking at her as we walk out of the woods. A smile creeps back on my face as I realise all over again just how beautiful she is. Our hands are still together and I guess she hasn't noticed, but I'm not going to be the one to let go. We are getting close to the edge of the deadheads when I decide its now or never. I have to tell her.