Skinny Love - Newtmas

Chapter Seventeen

Newt pov

I hear my name called out in the distance, ignoring it I fall deeper into sleep. My name is called again and I feel something touching my shoulder but it's so light I hardly notice. Pushing through the murky depths of sleep my name is called one more time and I blink open my eyes.

Thomas sits on the edge of his bed and has his hand on my shoulder, smiling at me. "Hey, I didn't want to wake you up, but class starts in five minutes." Nodding I sit up and run my hands through my hair, blinking away the sleep lingering in my eyes. "Thanks Tommy." I smile lightly before yawning.

"How are you feeling?" Thomas's voice is gentle when he talks.

"Okay, thanks." The pounding in my skull has reduced to a dull thumping.

"Hey is that all you wore here?" Thomas asks, looking at my clothes, a hoodie and sweatpants. "Yeah," I chuckle. "I didn't really anticipate how cold it would be."

"Hang on," Thomas says standing up. He moves over to his dresser and rummages through a few drawers. Pulling something out of the dresser he closes the drawer and tosses it to me. "Here, wear this." Catching it I smile and stand up, slipping into the too-big sweatshirt with some band logo on the front. Breathing in his scent my heart warms, Thomas smiles at me.

"It's kind of big, but it's looks adorable." He chuckles when my face flushes red and takes the few steps over to me and wraps his arms around me. "You are so cute," he teases. Rolling my eyes I return the embrace and rest my head on his shoulder.

Overwhelming feelings crash down onto me when I hug Thomas and I feel like I could crumble under their weight. The sudden feeling of pure and utter happiness, but more than that too. Standing here, holding onto Thomas after everything that's happened today and this week, I realize, I am in love with Thomas.

Completely deeply, crazy, stupid in love with Thomas and I have been for weeks, I just haven't said the words to myself yet.

I want to spend every second of every day together, even if we just sit in silence I love knowing that he's there. I love hearing his voice and seeing him first thing when I wake up. I love being as physically as close to him as possible, not even in a sexual way, just being close to him. Hugging or laying down or even just sitting together holding hands. I just can't get enough of him. His presence, his scent, the sound of voice, the feel of his arms around me, him.

"You have to go to class," Thomas mumbles but doesn't move an inch. "Yeah," I murmur, wanting nothing less then to release Thomas and go sit in some stupid classroom without him. "Okay," he whispers, this time letting me go.

"Do you have class today?" I ask, hoping he doesn't so I can come back here with him after my class. "Well my class is actually going on right now." He laughs, "I'm skipping classes today though." A year ago I would've been appalled that somebody would skip a whole day of classes, but now I'm debating skipping myself. "Do you want to come over after you class?"

As much as I don't want to go, I have to. My grades have dropped and my professor is not too happy with me. Nodding I grab Thomas by his shirt and pull him back to me, kissing him. It doesn't last long though because Thomas breaks away. "You have class." He smirks. "I hate you." Rolling my eyes I grab my shoes and tie them quickly before kissing Thomas one last time and leaving his room.

The minute I step outside the cold air hits my face and I wince, wrapping my arms around myself, thankful to have Thomas's sweatshirt. Practically running I make my way to my class, fighting the urge to turn around and confess my feelings to Thomas. Not yet, I tell myself, you have to make sure he feels the same way first.