Newt x Reader ~Fangirl in the Glade~ *UNDER EDITING*

Chapter 29

As soon as Thomas walks in, Teresa calls him over to look at the paper. I turn and make eye contact with Newt and roll my eyes massively to make it obvious I'm annoyed. He smirks at me and sighs. I smile at him then turn back to Thomas and Teresa. The three of them start talking about the six words. The code. And what they could possibly mean. I didn't pay attention and when I looked back up at them it was just Newt and I in the room.

"Wait... where'd they go?" I look around, dazed.

"They left, about 5 minutes ago." He looks at me concerned.

"Did I fall asleep or something? I swear all I did was look away and now they're gone. Did something happen to me again? Did they hurt me again?" I start to panic. I didn't feel anything before, did I seriously just zone out or did they do something? Am I overreacting? What's going on? I stand up frantically and squeeze my hands to my head. Newt drops the maps he was holding and rushes to my side.

"Shhh, (Y/N), shhh, you're okay. No one's gonna hurt you. Look at me." He places his hand gently on my cheek and guides me to look up at him. "I would never let anybody or anything hurt you." (ayyyy did anyone get that reference? No? Just me? well alrighty then) He keeps his hand on my cheek and looks me lovingly in the eyes. I feel myself slowly calming down. My hands drift back down to my sides. I continue looking up at his eyes. Full of love and concern. I smile at him reassuringly and start to lean in. He does the same. I close my eyes and continue leaning forward until I feel his warm lips against mine. It was a soft, short, passionate kiss. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him close to me. I felt him wrap his arms around my waist and pull me even closer. I rest my head on his chest and listen to his heartbeat.

"Newt?" I whisper. He hums in response. "I love you." Have I said that to him yet? I can't remember. But I mean it so much.

"I love you too." I feel my chest warm up and my stomach fill with butterflies. Why does hearing him say it make me so happy? I already knew he loved me, but hearing him actually say those words make me so happy. I cling onto him more. We just stand holding each other for what feels like hours. And I'm pretty sure it was, because next thing I knew my watch was beeping to signal it was time to go to the Homestead.

We help organize everyone into the different rooms in the Homestead and I end up with the same people as the other night. With other Gladers of course, but I just hang with my little group. As everyone is settled I look around the room. No one seems to be asleep apart from Teresa. Seriously, how can she sleep right now? I lean over to Newt and whisper in his ear.

"Is it bad that I want the Grievers to take her tonight?" He looks at me, then to Teresa, then back to me.

"Probably. But I won't tell if you don't." I laugh a little then quickly cover my mouth when a few Gladers look at me.

Soon enough came the all too familiar sounds of clanking and whirring. Everyone crowded together. I held onto Newt and he wrapped his arms around me protectively. Teresa didn't even flinch, she was already against the far wall anyway. Thomas moved over next to her. The sound of metal on wood echoed throughout the room. I hid my head against Newts chest and tried listening to his heart beat to block out all other noises.

Suddenly the whole Homestead shook. A large crashing boom could be heard from upstairs.

"It's got Dave!" We could hear someone yell. None of us moved. Newt held me even tighter. There was a massive crash just outside our rooms door. It seemed as if the creature had smashed its way inside and was now leaving. I slowly lifted my head. Just in time to see Thomas bolt out of the room.

"Thomas!" Newt and I yell, but he ignored us. Newt and I were instantly on our feet, running down the hall and rushing after him.

"Has he lost his bloody mind." Newt yells at no one in particular.

"He hasn't lost his mind," I say quietly. Newt looks at me quizzically. "He's trying to get stung. Newt, he's trying to get stung!" I yell to him. I turn around and notice Teresa, Chuck, and several other Gladers are following us. When I look forward again, Thomas was being swarmed by three Grievers. It was too late for us to stop him. He screamed signally he had been successful.

The Grievers left and Newt and I finally reached him.

"Get his legs." Newt instructed as he lifted Thomas by the shoulders. I grabbed his legs and we rushed for the Homestead. We ran to a random room and placed him on the couch. "What were you doing? How could you be so bloody stupid?" Newt began to lecture Thomas. I grab his hand and pull him towards me, trying to calm him. Thomas tries speaking, but he could barely get his words out. "Shut up! Don't waste your energy!" Newt yelled. I gripped his hand tightly and he squeezed back. He looked angry, but I could tell he was on the verge of crying. I pulled him into a hug and placed my hand on the back of his head, guiding him to rest it on my shoulder. "Someone give him the grief serum." I instructed, causing Newt to laugh a little. "What?"

"You're adorable when you try to be bossy." He whispers, causing me to roll my eyes. I pull Newt out of the room and we walk up to his. We both climb into bed and he pulls me against him. "Please, never be as stupid as Tommy." He says as he kisses the back of my head.

"Me? Never." He lets out a light laugh and we both try to sleep.