All because of You ( Newtmas au )

Chapter 8

Newt P.O.V

When I awoke again after an interesting day, Tommy made us cheese pasta and must i say he is a great cook. After that Thomas did the unthinkable.
" Your a great cook Tommy" I said trying to make conversation
" Tommy.. Hello" I waved my hands in front of his face, trying to grab his attention. Only for him to clearly ignore me and continue daydreaming. I got slightly sad that Tommy wasn't listen. Grab my plate of the wooden table and marching to the sink, throwing in the sink not caring anymore and storming off into the forrest to find some peace and quite.
I started walking in a random direction, only realising i won't find my way back for a couple of hours, but i kept walking. It was autumn, so everything was a pretty orange. Leaves covered the dirty which was barely visible. My bare feet padded against the leaves, as the wind blew through my golden blonde.
I treaded through the forrest for how know how long until, I came across the most beautiful area possible. A hill, with flowing crystal blue water, landing in a semi-deep water. Lily pads floated around, but it was truly breathe taking.
I sat on the edge of the little lake, having my feet siting in the water. Taking in the beauty around me, when it started getting dark. I must of been here awhile.
Walking back to Tommy, was quite scary. Would he yell at me? Would he be mad? Thousands of thoughts clouded my head as I got closer, and closer to the house.
" Where were you?" Thomas asks, sitting in the same place his was when I left
" Why were you ignoring me this morning?" I respond not answering his question
" Don't give me that bullshit Newt," Thomas exclaimed
" What fucking bullshit, Thomas! You fucking ignored me so I left" I proclaim raising my voice
" Don't fucking raise your voice at me"
" I'm going to do what ever the fuck I want, you can't stop me" I yell, turning to walk away when Thomas grabs my wrist, turning my around and pulling my body up against his. " What are you doing let me go" I say starting to sob. Thomas puts his right hand on my cheek wiping my tears away with the pad of his thumb. I started to lean into his touch, wanting him to touch more of my skin with his soft hands. Thomas closed his eyes, leaning in to me. Copying Thomas, I started to lean in connecting our lips, my soft ones against his rough ones. My hands reached up to tangle my fingers in his chocolate brown hair at the nape of his neck. I felt Thomas hands wrap his arms tightly around my waist resting his hand above my ass.