Flawless (Newtmas fanfic)

Chapter 10

Thomas POV

Though Newt didn't say anything that night after I was going to say that he freaked out, I could tell something was wrong. He started to act distant and his eyes kind of glossed over after that, like he wasn't really looking or paying attention to me any more. I know that I'll never understand what it means or feels to have anxiety but I wish I could help him out. I wish I could understand because I know he needs me to. Newt means the world to me and I just want to understand him just as much as he wants to be understood.

It has been two weeks since then and three since I met Newt. We are still together and nothing very eventful has happened. We haven't gone to anymore parties and Newt is still helping me with calculus, Minho has managed to walk in on Newt and I making out more times than I can count. We haven't gone farther than making out, which I can't complain about, Newt and I don't need to rush anything. Love is love and we have enough to last a long time.

Its Friday afternoon, the last day before Thanksgiving break, which lasts one week. I pick up my phone and text Newt.

Me: Hey, when you get out of class come to my dorm. I want to ask you something :)

I'm walking towards my next class, which just happens to be calculus. My phones buzzes in my hand.

Newt: Okay, will do. Good luck in calculus

I smile and head into my calculus class, the professor stands at the front of the room, writing something on the chalk board. I make my way to an empty seat and set down my things before taking a sitting down. I look up to the board and see the words my professor wrote, Pop Quiz!

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After all my classes I walk back to my dorm. My mind on the pop quiz in calculus instead of on Newt for once. I just hope that Newt's help has payed off. Before I know it, I'm back in my dorm. I begin to pace from one side of the room to the other, this way and that, back and forth so many times I lose count. My phone buzzes suddenly, I take it out of my back pocket.

Newt: Hey, I need you to let me into your building.

Me: I'll be right there, sorry.

I walk out of my dorm and head toward the main doors to my building, Newt stands just behind the glass. I smile nervously at him, he smiles back. I open the door and hold it open for him.

"Thanks, Tommy." Newt says grabbing my hand. I nod and walk with him back to my dorm.

I unlock my dorm and let Newt go in first, I step in behind him and turn the light on. Newt sits in my swivel chair and spins himself in a slow circle, smiling up at me. I take in a deep breath, Newt obviously notices that something is wrong with me.

"You okay, Tommy?" Newt questions, I sigh and look at him.

I move to the middle of the room, "In calculus, we had a pop quiz. I'm just freaking out a little bit, I can't help but think that I totally failed it. I'm just praying that all the time you spent helping me out wasn't for nothing."

"Did you feel confident when you took the test, I mean like did you understand the problems?" Newt asks, I nod a little. "Good, then you probably did fine. Tommy, you've got nothing to worry about." Newt reassures me with a small smile, I smile back.

I take in a deep breath and try not to worry about it, Newt's right, he's always right. I pull him out of my swivel chair and hug him tightly.

"God, what would I do without you?" I mumble into his shirt, I hear Newt laugh a little.

"Probably fail calculus," he laughs again and I laugh with him because its true.

I pull way from him and kiss his cheek, I love him. I really do love him, but I feel like I shouldn't tell him yet. I need to find the right moment, I need to make sure he loves me too. I can't expect him to yet, how could I? We've only been dating for two weeks and I also want to make sure what I'm actually feeling is love.

"Now, what did you want to ask me?" Newt asks sitting back on my swivel chair, I smile.

"Look I realize its a little late, but I wanted to know if you would like to come to my house for Thanksgiving. I know that its next week but my mom is really excited to meet you. Also, we are kind of leaving Sunday and coming back Friday, so I had to tell you tonight. My mom just told me that I could bring you last night," I propose to him.

After a few moments Newt smiles and looks up at me. "Yeah, I'd love to Tommy."

"Are you sure, do you want to ask your parents first? I mean I don't want to just steal you away from your whole family."

Newt sighs and breaks eye contact. "They are going back to London, Tommy. They think that it will be best for everyone if I don't go with them. They think that our family in London will react badly to it, to me. Also, they have already left," Newt breaks off. His eyes begin to water and I stand utterly shocked. I pull him into an embrace, holding him tightly against my chest as he turns into a puddle of tears.

"What the shuck is wrong with them?" I ask, anger starting boil inside me. How could they do this to him? Who leaves their son at home and goes to London for Thanksgiving. For God's sake the day is about family and being thankful for what you have. They can't just throw Newt away like he's not even their son. "They can't do that to you, Newt. That's absurd, they can't..." Now I turn into a puddle of tears, holding onto Newt, crying onto his shoulder.

"Perhaps its time I tell you about my limp, then you'll know the whole story."