Hold me- Newtmas

Chapter seven

Dear readers

I'm feeling uninspired to write this because not one person has touched my book which fucking sucks.

But I'll keep going because somewhere out there is one reader who loves this story (I hope),

THIS CHAPTER IS IMPORTANT AND SADLY HAS MORE DIALOGUE THAN MY OTHER ONES 

Jasi xoxo

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"In three words, I can sum up everything I've learned about life: it goes on." – Robert Frost

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 "What are you assholes giggling your heads off about" Thomas questioned raising an eyebrow at Zart who was sitting on a couch laughing like Manics to his friends.

"Nothing that--" A girl with brown hair snapped but Zart interrupted

"My friends... Thomas great to see you again come sit down let's talk" Zart emphasised patting down the red couch next to him. The brunette knew the only way to get a hold of the information Zart held was to fake the whole conversation, he walked over leaving as much space as possible between him and the smirking boy. "let's keep the conversation short and sharp I need to go find a girl to fuck"

"Great to know you are still the player you always will be" Thomas smiled "Like they say 'once a player always a player' so yes let's keep this chat sharp and short as you said"

"When I was upstairs Minho said he wanted you accidentally walked in on him buried deep into some hot chick" Zart stood up not even saying goodbye before he turned the corner. The girl with long brown hair winked at him slowly getting up purposely showing her small chest and following the blonde out the door.

Thomas listened to Zart's advice heading up the long flight of stairs holding onto the smooth wooden railing as his feet made the carpet-covered floor creak. Opening all the unlocked doors he didn't find any person not one in sight giving up he began to head back to the loud party. The sound of someone banging on a door stopping him just before he looked down a long hallway. Turning his head he walked slowly towards to door, sobbing could be heard from inside the dark room. Without thinking he grabbed the keys sitting inside the doorknob twisting it slowly. Inside sat a boy his blonde hair sitting in front of his face, his skinny body curled into a ball head in his hand hiding his red puffy eyes. His tear-stained checks reflected tiny parts of the light that crept through the door. Something about this boy felt familiar like he had seen him before.

"Newt?" Thomas said crouching down in front of the boy moving his hands out of the boy's face, the eyes of the blonde were empty and vulnerable filled with tears, "what did they do to you?"

"Everything, but why would you care you probably here to hurt me, to break into little pieces and joke, just joke until I cry, joke until I die, so fuck off" Newt cried hiding his face in his jacket ashamed that Thomas would see him like that in his pathetic state. He was pathetic even the kids a school would say that, he was a pathetic fag whose parents probably killed themselves because of him.

"Newt I haven't known you for long but just by looking into your deep brown eyes I can tell you are not a joke, that you will never be a joke and behind everything is a scared boy who needs somebody important in their life and right now I'm going to be that person", Thomas paused holding the boys face with one hand while wiping his tear, "So newt please tell me what's wrong".

"The problem is that my parents are gone forever, and they're not coming back. My mum with never hold me again or let me cry into her arm or my dad will never say lame dad jokes to me that make me laugh" Newt stared into the boy in front of him feeling like he could tell the brunette everything even though they didn't even know each other.

Thomas sat down next to Newt staring ahead of him "My parents aren't here either Dad got put in jail and mum a fucking Alcoholic, the only person I have left is Chuck but he is so little that it's hard to explain to him the problems" Thomas felt a tear roll down his face wiping it with his hand.

"Bloody hell you probably think I'm pathetic, so much for great first impressions" Newt cursed.

"I'm pretty sure I got a great first impression at the library you were the prettiest boy I'd seen in there for a long time" Thomas noted, Newt smiled to himself hoping the boy didn't see his red face inside the dark room. Did Thomas Edison out of all the people compliment him? The boy who loved to read and play music, the boy nobody talked to. Newt smiled to himself.

Thomas pulled headphones out of his pocket offering one to Newt who took it placing it in his ears. Music quietly played through the headphones. Thomas placed his head on Newt's shoulder making him flinch at first but relax resting his head on Thomas. Steady breathing filled the empty room the sound of everybody downstairs getting drowned out by both the boy's silence.

Thomas loved the way his head fit perfectly into Newt's shoulder like a puzzle that had just been solved. Both boys had never felt a connection so strong to another person. Their hearts beat in sync as they got lost in their private thoughts. Thoughts to embarrassing to say out loud.  

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This chapter was okay but I was running out of ideas and wanted to keep it short cause I have not been getting any sleep lately.

other characters will be having bigger parts I just wanted some Newtmas coming into place

Hopefully yall like to book so far because it just getting started 

SORRY FOR THE POOR EDITING AND SHORT CHAPTER DON'T GET MAD PLEASE :(

Jasi :) xoxo :)

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word count= 1011 (like I said short)