Skinny Love - Newtmas

Chapter Fifteen

Newt pov

The pounding in my head is the thing that wakes me up. Without even opening my eyes I groan and rub my forehead with the heel of my palm. "Oh my god," I grunt with the effort of opening my eyes and sitting up.

Stretching out my arms my eyes scan the room and I gasp when I see somebody sitting in my desk chair. It takes me only a second longer to realize its Thomas sleeping...why is Thomas sleeping in my chair. The sight of him twists my insides, whether that's good thing or not I don't know.

Thomas's head lays on my desk with one arm resting on (and crinkling) all my papers and the other hanging off the edge of the desk. "Thomas," I croak, wincing at the scratchiness of my voice. "Thomas," I say a little louder. He wakes with a jolt and whips his head around the room. He lets out a deep breath when he sees me staring at him from my bed.

"Newt, you're awake. How are you feeling?"

Ignoring his question I furrow my eyebrows, "what happened last night. What are you doing here?" My tone is a bit harsher than I would've expected it to be.

"You don't remember do you?" He asks, wringing his hands together in front of him.

"I remember what you did at Gally's. And getting in a fight." I glare at him and a look of sadness and hurt and maybe a little guilt shows on his face. My heart drops slightly but I will it to stop, I can't feel bad for him after the way he treated me.

Sighing Thomas stands up and points to my bed, "can I?" Instead of answering I scoot over and move my blankets away from the end of the bed. The smallest of smiles shows on his face and he sits on the edge of the mattress. I avoid his gaze and look around the room, only now do I realize Alby isn't here. That's a good thing just in case things get ugly again.

"Thomas just please tell me what happened!" I say, not being able to wait one more second.

Thomas pov

That in itself showed me how upset Newt is. Newt always calls me Tommy, never Thomas.

Looking at Newt I wish he would look back at me. As if he read my thoughts his eyes finally land on mine but flit away again. Taking a deep breath I start, not planning out anything I'm going to say the words tumble out of my mouth.

"So last night...after we got in a fight uh..."

"Just spit it out," Newt snaps. My stomach twists into a knot but I continue.

"You left and I don't really know if you went there at first because I went to the library, hoping you would be there. But um, after that I went to a bar and found you there. You were drunk after drinking forty seven dollars worth of hard liquor so I helped you home. I was afraid you were going to get sick during the night or wake up not knowing what was happening so that's why I stayed here. I didn't mean to fall asleep but yeah...I just wanted to make sure you were okay." Staring at Newt I hold my breath, waiting for his response.

After a few agonizing minutes of silence Newt matches my gaze, not looking away this time. "Thank you for bringing me back here Thomas."

Smiling lightly I nod, "I just needed to know you were going to be okay."

Newt sighs, "Thomas..." His voice is just above a whisper.

"Newt let me just say this first. I am so sorry okay? I was being a fucking jerky douchey jerk-" I stumble over my words and my heart is beating out of my chest I feel like it's going to explode. Taking in a few breaths I slow down my talking, "Newt, I know I shouldn't have been talking to Harriet the way that I was. And I have no idea why I was even doing that, but we were drinking and-and...I should've stopped her when she tried to kiss me but...I don't even know." Running my hands through my hair roughly I look back at Newt who looks at his hands.