Dylmas/Newtmas One-Shots

Newtmas - 'Til Kingdom Come

Woo! Another one-shot! You guys racked up a massive 32 comments in 24 hours for my last one-shot - thank you all so much! It always makes me laugh reading your reactions and opinions on each one-shot, so thanks :)

Can we aim for 35 this time? XD

Based on: 'Til Kingdom Come by Coldplay (Question: who actually listens to the songs?)

Newt's POV

I brushed down my hair, adding a dash of hairspray, and neatly placed my graduation hat on the top of my head. Looking into the small bathroom mirror, I ran the cold tap and splashed some fresh water onto my tired face. Shaking the excess water off, I grabbed a towel and dabbed at my skin. With a quick look at my appearance, finding nothing too wrong with how I looked, I allowed myself to relax and take a breather. I stared at my reflection and smiled at myself.

I had been waiting for this day for years.

"Babe, are you almost ready?" Thomas' voice called out as he stepped into the bathroom. He saw me stood by the sink and sauntered over to me, his strong arms snaking around my thin waist and nestling his face into the side of my neck.

Yes, I have a boyfriend.

Thomas was one of the most popular guys in our school; he was a member of the school's lacrosse team along with his best mate, Scott. I, on the other hand, blended into the crowd.

That was until we met in detention.

Ever since that day we had become friends, hanging out with each other at and after school. I don't really know how we started dating – I guess it just kind of happened.

"Mmm," I hummed in response to Thomas' earlier question and he lifted his head at the vibration, meeting my gaze in the reflection of us in the mirror.

He smiled softly at me, taking a step back and grabbing my hand. My eyes followed his movement, lacing my fingers with his almost instinctively.

"C'mon, let's go. Minho won't stop texting me – stupid shank." He muttered, pulling me out of the bathroom. I chuckled softly at his words; that sounded like something Minho would do. He hated being late, especially for something as big as Graduation.

Both me and Thomas hurried into his bedroom, I had stayed the night at his, and grabbed our phones from where we left them on his bed. I checked my screen, seeing multiple missed calls (one from Lizzy, the other eleven from Minho). Shaking my head, I quickly typed out a text to Minho telling him we were on our way now before I decided to call Lizzy back.

"Newt, where the bloody hell are you?" my sister almost screamed down the phone.

I pulled the phone away from my ear and frowned at it. She had such a loud voice!

"What do you mean? We're on our way now." I said as I walked out of Thomas' bedroom and followed his to the front door. Whilst I awaited her reply I slipped on my shoes.

"Mum and dad are already here. In fact, pretty much everyone is almost here! Minho's losing his mind constantly stressing whether you two will get here on time."

Newt rolled his eyes, following Thomas out of the house.

"Well just tell him to sit down and wait. We're literally gonna be ten minutes! The ceremony doesn't even start until half past." I explained. Thomas opened the door to the passenger seat of his blue Jeep for me before walking round to the driver's side and climbing in. I placed my phone into the cup holder and put it on speaker whilst I did my seatbelt.

I heard my sister groan down the phone and then there was a muffled shout.

"Thomas, get your bloody dick out of Newt's backside and get your asses here now!" I heard my best friend's voice shout down the phone. A blush seeped up to my cheeks as I ducked my head and bit my lip, my mind briefly drifting to last night's events, but I was soon dragged out of my thoughts as I heard my younger sister snatch her phone back from Minho and groan in disgust.