Skinny Love - Newtmas

Chapter Twenty Two

Thomas pov

My back rests on the wall against my bed. Minho still snores loudly and I roll my eyes but muster up a small smile.

Newt left a little bit ago to get ready for the day and before he came back I quickly got ready so now I wait for him.

I had given him some of my clothes to borrow because I really love when he wears them; the way that they're a little bit too big on his skinny frame and how snuggly he looks in them.

Sighing I close my eyes for a few minutes, smiling to myself from thoughts of Newt. "You fall asleep sitting up?" Minho's voice is scratchy from sleep. Opening my eyes I see Minho yawn and he looks around. "Where's Newtie?"

Holding back a smile at the sound of his name I gesture to the door. "He'll be back soon...hey you didn't mind that he stayed here last night right?"

Minho shrugs. "No I don't mind. I get how much he means to you." Running his hands through his hair he looks over at me and his lips tug up into a small smile that's more like a smirk. "Thank you Minho, for understanding. I really care about him and after yesterday I just needed him to be here." Minho nods.

"Yeah I get it. And as long as you guys aren't too loud." He smirks again and I can feel my cheeks heating up. "Kidding!" He barks out a laugh before I can object and I can't help but laugh nervously.

"But on that note I'm gunna be out today, going to hang out Gally."

"Okay." I smile inwardly, I want to spend some time alone with Newt.

Minho gets out of bed and walks to his closet, pulling off his shirt before slipping into a new one. "I'm gunna go take a shower then head over to Gally's so I'll see you guys tonight," Minho says before exiting the room.

He's only gone a few minutes before the door swings open again. Newt smiles at me and shuts the door. He wears my long sleeved plaid shirt. The cuffs on the wrist go to the middle of his palms and the hem falls down past his waist. It also hangs off his skinny body in a slight and adorable way. My sweatpants just barely brush the ground as he walks since he's a few inches shorter than me. "Hey," he smiles and walks over to sit on my bed with me. Scooting over so he has room I take his hand in mine.

"So how are you feeling?" I ask. Hoping he doesn't regret telling me about his injury.

"Okay. Better being here with you." Moving closer to me so our sides are pressed against each other I lean my head on his shoulder. "Same," I chuckle.

Looking up at him up close I notice some beautiful things. The gold flecks in his eyes, the way his eyelashes are so long that they brush against his cheek when he blinks. "What?" Newt asks, his cheeks turning pink.

"What?" I let out a little laugh.

"You're staring," Newt teases.

"I am not." Newt smirks at me and I huff, "Fine maybe I am. But I can't help it." We both laugh and Newt shakes his head at me. The sun shining through the window makes his golden hair shine and his pale skin glow.

Leaning in to me Newt brings his lips to mine. Placing his hand on my cheek he kisses me slowly. Moving around so my neck isn't twisted a weird way I hook my hand on Newt's arm.

"Tommy," Newt murmurs against me.

"Hmm?" I ask, breaking away from his but staying close.

"How are you? Is everything okay." I have to think about this, am I okay?

"Yeah I think I'm okay. But Newt..." I shake my head and close my eyes, leaning forward so I can rest my forehead against his chest.

Gently he moves his arms around to hug me. "Tommy I know, and I'm sorry. But everything is okay now." Shaking my head again I feel tears prick my eyes.