End Game (Newtmas AU) {ON HOLD}

FIFTEEN

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I hurt this much, not because you are with him, but because when you're laying side by side with him, i don't even cross your mind.
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Newt opened his eyes only to come across with complete darkness, except for the dull light the lamp besides him on the nightstand was reflecting. He brought his hand up to his forehead and streched his body, arching his back up and letting out a soft moan in return. When he was sure that no inche of his body was left tensed, he let his body relax and fall against the soft sheet of the bed he was laying. Slowly, he craned his head to the side, and shut his eyes only to open them up for once again a mere moment after.

"Reed?" He asked, but no answer ever came. "Reed?" He questioned again and frowned as he sat up.

He felt as if his brain was moving, indicating that he indeed had been through a hangover. The memories slowly made their way back to him, causing him to widen his eyes. He remembered how he went out to buy chips, he remembered how he had bumped into Thomas, he remembered how he had taken him in his house, and last but not least, he remembered how he had taken care of him. He also remembered -a couple of moments after he had fainted but not having lost his senses right away- how Thomas placed him on his bed and how lovingly he carressed his hair. In the memory, his heart started to beat faster than usual, and his cheeks took a deep red shade.

His look wondered around the room, searching for Thomas but he was nowhere to be found. Only the chair that he -supposedly- spend the night at was a sign that the brunet indeed slept in the same room as him, due to it having a cover on top along with a pillow. It definetely wasn't a very comfortable chair to sleep at, and Thomas could have pushed him to the floor and sleep at his own bed. But he didn't, and that made Newt mentally thank him. Even when Newt acted like a spoiled asshole, Thomas was there. Thomas was always there to pull him together.

His look quickly fell to a pair of clothes that were laying on the edge of the bed, along with a note. As curiosity took the best of him, he got up and made his way up to the clothes, blinking in confusion. He took the small ripped note to his hands, and unfolded it in order to read what it was saying;

Newt,
If you're reading this then you must have woken up with a terrible headache (shall scold you about how NOT to take drugs later). Unfortunately, I had some chores to do, and therefore I'll come back later on. On the desk (if you're still on the hang over, it's the brown big furniture on the left across of the bed), there are some painkillers. PLEASE, take them. Also, your clothes smell like weed and apparently you can't go to school like that so I took out some of my old clothes that I have grown too much to fit in. I shall come later to pick you up for school. Shower FIRST.

-Tommy

A small smile started to make its way up to his lips at the sight of the nickname. He signed with the nickname, he thought but a sharp sudden pain at his pain caused him to let the small, ripped paper down and head towards Thomas' desk. He took the painkillers then swallowed them along with drinking water, and made an disgusted grimance in view of its taste.

That's the price you pay when you get high, his inner voice mumbled that caused him the great urge of slapping himself in order to make it stop. But, that would bring no good at all, and with a sigh, he walked up to the bed, picked up the clothes Thomas had taken out and walked in the bathroom of the room. He left the clothes near by, then hopped underneath the hot water, and after washing himself with a good amount of soup and shampoo in order to take the awful smell of weed out of his skin, washed the shampoo off, dries himself, then wrapped the towel around his hips.