Skinny Love - Newtmas

Chapter Twenty Three

Newt pov

"Yeah okay, I'll talk to you layer. Bye Tommy. Love you too." I smile as I hang up my phone. I can't believe it finally happened. Thomas told me he loved me. The words that have been weighing me down for what seems like an eternity have finally been spoken aloud.

Hearing those words come from his mouth made me so unbelievably happy ever since he said it I've felt like I've been floating.

I'm currently putting a ton of my clothes into a bag to take to Thomas's family's house. My family decided to spend Christmas without me in London but I get to thankfully spend the holiday with Thomas which I would much rather do.

The door opens and breaks my away from my thoughts. Looking up I see Alby shutting the door. "Oh, hey Alby," I say, turning my attention back to my packing.

"Hi Newt. Packing for break?"

"Yep. Leaving tomorrow. When're you leaving?" I ask, some people are leaving today, some tomorrow, some the day after that.

"Tonight, my sister is coming to pick me up." Moving to his bed Alby sits down with a huff.

We fall silent for a few moments, I walk back and forth from my bed to my closet; folding up shirts and pants to take with me. We're only staying for a few days so I don't need to bring that much with me.

"Hey Newt?" Alby asks, sounding a bit nervous.

"Hmm?" I look up to find Alby stares at the floor.

"Um...I remember a few weeks ago you were fighting with that Thomas guy...how did that ever work out?" I'm slightly taken aback. I don't remember ever telling Alby that I was fighting with Thomas and it seems like such an odd thing to bring up now, weeks later.

"Yeah everything's fine. We're good now, I'm actually going to his house for the holiday."

"Oh, oh that's good."

I want to question the randomness of bringing this up but decide against it. I'll ask him later.

"Well have a good Christmas. I'll see you after break."

"You too Alby." I smile at him but then continue packing. Without responding Alby gets up and leaves the room.

Furrowing my eyebrows I think about how odd the whole exchange was. But then thoughts of Thomas creep into my mind and my lips tug up into a smile.

Hurrying up to finish packing I check the time and head back to Thomas's room.

*

Upon entering the room I see that Minho is gone and Thomas is zipping up a duffel bag.

Thomas turns when I open the door and breaks into a smile. "Hi."

Shutting the door I drop my bag and walk over to Thomas and kiss him lightly. "Hi. Are you almost done packing?"

"Done," smiling he wraps his arms around me and closes the gap in between us. Pressing his lips against mine my hands move to the sides of his neck.

"I love you so much," he mumbles against me.

The kiss quickly deepens and Thomas stumbles backwards to sit on his bed, standing in front of him he pulls me down roughly by the collar of my shirt. Kissing me hard he moves backwards on his bed to make room for me.

Crawling into his bed I put my hands on the wall beside both sides of him. He slips his hands under my shirt and runs them up my chest.

Moving my lips from his mouth to his jaw I slowly drag my mouth across his skin. Kissing the spot behind his ear Thomas grips the fabric of my shirt in his fists.