Flawless (Newtmas fanfic)

Chapter 16

Newt POV

I take in a deep breath, I can hear his whole family rushing towards us. I feel like I'm being cornered inside a shrinking box, the air is thick and warm. My palms are sweaty and Thomas is probably more grossed out than he's leading on.

I see a slightly chubby kid turn the corner, Chuck. The kid smiles widely and rushes towards us, Thomas drops his bag to hug his younger brother. Next to turn the corner is a thicker woman who wears a worn out apron, his mom. Then I see him, tall and skinny. His face is dark and holds a little scruff, he looks a lot like Thomas, its his father.

Thomas's mother isn't shy, she walks right up to me and gives me a great big hug and tells me how happy she is that I'm here. Though as everyone is saying their hello's, Thomas's father leans against the wall in front of me, I can feel his eyes tearing me apart. I can feel them burning my skin and trying to etch their way into my head, trying to scare me away but I hold my ground. He will not ruin my holiday, or Thomas's for that matter.

"Thanks again for having me, Mrs. Perkins." I say with a gleeful smile, I have calmed myself down a little.

"Call me Debbie, I insist you call me Debbie. Your a part of the family now!" Thomas's mother says enthusiastically, I nod.

"That boy isn't a part of my family and I have anything to do with it he never will be." There it is, Thomas's father breaks his silence and I want to immediately punch him in the face. I guess the anger shows on my face because Thomas grabs my arm, I look back at him and he shakes his head as if saying 'it's not worth it'. Though that doesn't stop Thomas's mother, she turns around and smacks his arm in fury and embarrassment.

There are a few muttered words between them but Thomas and I don't stay to listen, he leads me upstairs to his room. We walk down a dark and narrow hallway that contains four doors. Thomas opens the second one on the right. The room is dark and musty, I can see layers of dust.

Thomas drops his bag and turns toward me, his arms out wide. "Mi casa es su casa."

I laugh and set down my dag as he opens his blinds, I flip on his light so I can actually see the things in his room. Thomas's room is nice. Its clean--besides the dust, there are many shelves filled with books and pictures of him with his old friends. I also notice he has his own bathroom, which makes me relax a little more. His room actually reminds me of my own a little. My bed full sized bed sits in the right corner just like his, I have stacks and stacks of books like him, though the one thing I never had was framed pictures of my friends. I can see Minho in a few of his.

Thomas and I both flick off our shoes. "So how many guys have you brought in this room," I laugh. Thomas sits on his bed before stretching out completely.

"One or two... but its not like we did much of anything, like I said your my first serious boyfriend. Also I think my dad would flip if he thought we were doing anything." Thomas tells the truth, but I expected the number to be larger if I'm honest. Even with his father acknowledged.

I shut his door and go lay next to him on his bed, for some reason I feel unnaturally tired. Its not like I've done anything today, I only sat in a car for four hours straight. I curl up next to Thomas and close my eyes anyway.

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When I wake up, I'm still curled up with Thomas. He's asleep now too, his lips are just slightly parted. I smile and bury my face into his chest, breathing in his scent. He always smells like clean sheets and shampoo, I find it very comforting. Suddenly Thomas shifts in his sleep, he mutters something.

I remove my head and look at him, his eyebrows are furrowed and he's shaking his head slightly. "No," Thomas mumbles. "Newt."

I freeze. He just said my name in his sleep. Thomas said my name in his sleep! I feel uncontrollably happy, but it quickly drains away as Thomas begins to squirm and shake his head more.

"Thomas," I say quietly. "Tommy come on, wake up!" He's making me worried, whatever he is dreaming about isn't good. "Thomas!" I scream, this time he jolts awake.

Thomas breathes heavily, air is heaving itself in and out of his chest. He looks at me, a horrified look on his face. Thomas pulls me into a tight hug, he's squeezing me so hard I can barely breathe. I hug him too, rubbing his back calmly.

Once he pulls away he has tears in his eyes, "Newt-" Thomas's voice falters and I embrace him again, he cries heavily into my shoulder. "Newt," he tries again. "Promise me that you'll never try to hurt yourself again... I just, I need you to promise me."

He was having a nightmare about me jumping off that bridge again. I look at him and furrow my eyebrows, Thomas's eyes show me the pain he's feeling. At first I want to object but the longer I stare at him the more he makes me realize that whenever I feel pain he feels it too, "I promise Tommy."

Thomas hugs me again, his arms crushing me with his strength. After a few moments I think he realizes the pain he's causing me because he pulls away and says sorry for hugging me so tightly. Instead of hugging me again he kisses me and pushes my back onto his bed. I don't object. My hands find his hair while his holds himself up so he doesn't crush me with his weight. Thomas's tongue is inside my mouth, though there isn't any rush. Our movements are slow and relaxed, we're just enjoying our time alone, trying to savor it.

"I love you, Tommy." I say after pushing him back softly, Thomas smiles.

"I love you too, babe." I bite my lip, oh how I love it when he calls me that.

I pull him back towards me, his lips finding my own. Though he breaks away a few moments later, breathing heavily. I turn towards him and give him on last kiss on the cheek, Thomas smiles.

"I really just want to stay in here with you and do anything we want..." Thomas sighs as he sits up, "But their probably all sitting downstairs just waiting to talk to us, waiting to bombard us with questions about how we met and how things are going with school." Thomas looks back at me a few moments later and smiles, "I know my sister told you but I don't think I did. Babe, you look so hot in that sweater and your skinny jeans."

I blush and sit next to Thomas on the edge of his bed, "do you know how hard it is to not melt into a puddle when you call me that. I mean it feels like the angles in heaven are singing." I stand up and run a hand threw my hair, its unusually shaggy today, thought it seems everyone likes it this way. "Come on, lets face your family together."

Thomas nods and stands up, he grabs my hand. We exit his room, walking down the hallway to the stairs that lead to his living room. As we enter the living room everyone's eyes, except for Thomas' father, are on us. Though we don't freeze, we walk together deeper into the living room. Thomas and I sit on the ground next to Chuck, who smiles kindly at us. Then the questions come, one by one like bullets from a riffle.

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A/N:

I won't be able to update for until next Sunday, this will the last chapter until then. What do you think will happen with Thomas and his dad? Do you enjoy the characters and storyline? I'm trying my hardest, if you have any questions please ask!