TMR Imagines and Preferences

He Gets Sick- Newt

Here's the first part ravenclawglader. Hope you like ;) and thanks again for the suggestion

In your dream, Harry Styles was about to give you the award for 'Best Singing in the Shower Performance', but as soon as the golden showerhead was in your hands, you were shaken awake by Newt. He gently shook your shoulder, guilty about waking you at one o'clock in the morning. 

"Y/N, I don't feel so well. I'm so sorry about waking you darling, but I don't know what to do," he whispered with a strained voice. 

You rolled over and saw Newt sitting up shivering, eyes sunken deep in his head, and eyebrows furrowed in pain. 

"Don't worry about it love. What's wrong?"

"My throat is bloody sore and I can't get warm no matter how many blankets I pile on. Y/N-" Newt croaks, but you stop him before he can continue to hurt his throat. 

"I'll be right back with some medicine darling," you whispered, placing a kiss to his head and tucking the blankets tightly around his body. Kneeling on the side of the bed with some cough syrup, you plead with Newt to get him to drink it. He resists initially, but when he can't say a word without wincing, he swallows the thick, tar-like liquid. 

"There," you said leaning back onto your heels, with slight victory in your voice. "The medicine will start to work soon."

"Y/N," Newt whimpered, pleading with his eyes, "There's still one thing you didn't fix." With this, he pulled the blankets even tighter around his body and used all of his tricks to make himself look as vulnerable as possible. 

"No," you laughed, "There's no medicine in the world for that, but I do know how to fix it." 

You laid down on your side of the bed and opened your arms wide. Newt smiled widely, and crawled over to you, curling up into your side. His head nestled deep in your chest and his freezing toes were pressed to your shins. 

"Thank you Y/N," he murmured. His voice shook your chest and sent goosebumps flying all over your body. Newt chuckled, then whispered, "Looks like I'm not the only one who needs a cuddle every once in a while." His body pressed even tighter to yours, and you could feel his heartbeat fluttering through his delicate skin. You had one arm around his back, and the other played with his feathery hair. Just before Newt drifted to sleep, you got an idea. 

"You know, I agree. We should cuddle more often. You might've gotten a little more (*wink, wink*) than a cuddle tonight, but I was particularly enjoying my dream with Harry in it, and I'm quite ready to get back to it." 

As soon as Newt recognized what you had said, he jolted his head up and began to protest with wide eyes, but you simply closed yours and smiled widely. He tucked his head back down and grumbled to himself. 

"Ahh- Harry is it. Well, Harry's going to have to take his bloody hands off of my girlfriend, even in her dreams. She's mine, not some bloody Harry guy, who does he think he is, I'm not a good sharer and I'm definitely not sharing my girlfriend-"

"Newt!" you exclaimed, holding in a giggle. "I'm trying to sleep!" Newt quieted down, but tightened his grip on you. 

"Besides, YOU are the one in bed next to me, YOUR head is the one buried in my chest, and I'm in YOUR arms. I'd say you have Harry beat, love." You feel Newt smirk, and he presses gentle kisses to your chest, undoubtedly leaving a few love bites before the both of you fall asleep in the dark hours of night.