The Safe Haven (A Newt x Reader Story)

Chapter 7: Good Morning

The morning sun breaks through your curtains, covering your face perfectly with a thin strip of sunlight. You squint your eyes at the blinding light and bury your face in your pillow to block the rays showering your face. As you did so, something felt off about your pillow. It was oddly... solid. You sit up a bit to look down at the odd issue with your pillow to see Newt below you. His chest rose and fell as his mouth stayed slightly ajar. That's when you noticed an arm swung around your waist, holding you down to him like a seatbelt. The shock of all of this quickly wore off as the events of last night came back to you.

I can't believe I was this bold... He's going to hate me now.

The panic of how he was going to react now that you weren't just a drunken mess set in. You had to talk about Minho, and Harriet, and having him stay with you. Everything. You weren't ready to confess anything. It was all too soon. Plus, he was just with Harriett last night, obviously more interested in her than you. He probably stayed because he felt bad for you. Here you are now, practically on top of him, sleeping in the same bed. What a mess.

Your movement caused him to stir awake and you cringed wondering what he would say. He groaned a low growl as his consciousness was coming back to him. Suddenly his grip on your waist tightened, causing you to fall down onto his chest. When you look back up at him, his eyes were wide open staring down at you. You blushed in embarrassment and turned your head to his chest, not wanting to look him in the eyes. A soft hand landed on your forehead as he swept a few strands of hair out of your face. Sheepishly, you tilted your head back up towards him and all you saw was a smile.

"Good morning, Sunshine." He spoke in a whisper.

"Good morning." You said flatly after clearing your throat.

"Did you sleep well, I know I did." You weren't sure how to answer this, unsure on how to come off in this situation so you just nodded a yes.

"Good. Although..." he trails off. You look up at him and meet eyes with him. "I could stay like this forever." This made you light up inside and an involuntary heat in your cheeks arose and undoubtedly became a prominent blush.

"Really?" Is all you said, having a small excited squeak in your voice as you said it. Newt's mouth opened to say something when you heard a knock on your door. The two of you shot up in panic staring at the door. Without a word, you both looked back at each other with a questioning look, wondering who could be bothering you right now.

"Y/n!" A voice called on the other side of the door. Immediate recognition came with it. It was Minho. "Y/n are you in there?" You stayed silent, hoping he would assume you were asleep or gone for the morning. He banged on the door a few more times. Finally he says "Y/n, I'm gonna come in okay?" Immediate panic hit and you and Newt looked to each other. In a hurried motion, you crawled on top of Newt and flipped to the other side of the bed towards the door. You threw the blankets on top of him and pushed his head flat to the bed. As the door begins to open you quickly throw yourself under the covers as well and lay longways to block the lump that was Newt behind you. Minho enters cautiously and peers at you through the creek in the door.

"Y/n?" Minho asks peeking his head in. All he sees is you laying on your side with your arm propping your head up.

"Hey, Min." You try to say casually. "What's going on?"

"Oh, I knocked a few times you must not have heard me. Have you seen Newt?" This question caused a lump in your throat.

"No, I haven't. Why?" You ask, your heart currently beating into your throat.

"We were supposed to do some work together this morning but he wasn't at the meeting spot, and when I went to check if he overslept, he wasn't in bed. It's weird..." he trails off and thinks for a moment. "Ugh. I really hope he's not still mad over last night." Almost as if a realization of the events you two had together last night has surfaced, you watched on his face the quick embarrassment flash across his cheeks. He scratches his head nervously and clears his throat.