11:11 PM (Newtmas AU) [✔]

Monday, 12:30 AM

Thomas was laying on the small couch besides Newt's bed with his head leaning back on the back of the small chair-couch. His eyes were closed, and his lips parted while his chest rose and fell slowly and steadily. His right hand was resting on top of his chest, the already slow beating of his heart calming him down and putting him back to sleep when he was almost about to wake up.

His left hand, however, was on top of Newt's right hand, who was sleeping peacefully, and soundlessly. Thomas had entangled their fingers together, in a way that if Newt would move, or his pulse would rise, he would feel it and wake up.

Thomas had fallen sleep next to Newt, not even considering moving back to his own hospital room as an option. He refused to leave Newt's side in thoughts that maybe, just maybe, he would wake up and he would feel so terrified and so scared no one was around him, that he would panic.

Newt panicking was the last thing Thomas ever wanted. But in fact, Thomas was unable to leave Newt. He wouldn't do it. He was physically incapable to do it.

Suddenly, his hand twisted. Slightly, but still twisted. The brunet's eyes shot open and after wiping away the sleep from his eyes, he turned his head to the side, towards Newt who had furrowed his eyebrows into a light frown. His lips were twisted backwards, into a grimace of pain but that didn't make Newt any less beautiful in Thomas' eyes.

The blond boy slowly opened his eyes, but immediately shut them again, lowly growling once his sensitive due to the darkness eyes came in touch with the dim light of the room. He tried to bring his arm up and rub his eyes, but exhaustion took the best of him, leading to his hand falling back to his sides where it originally rested.

Once he felt his hand in an other, soft one, he tensed up and jerked his head to the side towards Thomas. His brown eyes instantly locked with Thomas' hazel ones, as they held eye contact for a little bit of while. It was then, that Newt furrowed his eyebrows, taking an confused look. Then, he spoke with a rusty and deep from the comma sleep;

"Tommy?"

Even if It was just one word, it made Thomas' heart melt and break into tiny little pieces once he recalled that Newt almost suicided because of him; The person he claimed he loved.

Thomas merely nodded his head, and Newt gave him a small smile in return. Newt was beautiful when he smiled. "You're bloody cutier than I've imagined."

Thomas blushed at the comment and Newt gave his hand a more powerful squeeze, yet gentle. However, when he tried to move, the blond let out a yelp of pain, feeling as if he was being cut in half; His leg couldn't be moved.

"Hey, hey, don't move okay?" Thomas reassured, holding Newt's shoulder, "You've had an accident. You've had a surgery at your leg, and therefore you won't be able to move it for a while. Doctors say you might have a permanent limp."

"Oh." Whispered Newt, chewing at his lower lip until it almost bled. A limp. A limp. As if he couldn't be more of a burden.

"Do you remember what happened, Newt?"

The boy nodded in return. "I jumped. From the roof of the school, into the yard."

The brunet sighed heavily, and ran his fingers through the other's blond curls, feeling the softness of his hair. He just wished he could do this every day, and feel Newt close to him every day. "Why would you do it?"

"Because I was a burden," He answered, leaning his head towards Thomas' soft touch.

"You're not a burden, Newt."

"I am," He argued, "To you, to my aunt, to Rachelle, everyone. But I couldn't live with you hating me."

"I would never hate you." Thomas assured, stroking his hair, but then, he frowned. "How could you be a burden to your aunt? She loves you."

"No, she doesn't. She only took me in after my parent's death because of the income the community would give her. Damn, she doesn't even call me by my own name. She only calls me fag whenever she addresses the word to me."

The words seemed to hurt Newt, but only filled Thomas with anger. Anger towards his aunt, towards this cruel creature who wanted to be called a human. Towards the person who would treat the purest person he had ever known worst than an animal.

"Come live with me then."

"Mh?" Newt seemed bewildered, but Thomas just smiled.

"Live with me. Away from your aunt. Just you, and me." Thomas whispered and moved besides the blond, sitting on spare spot on his bed. Then he leaned back, and rested his back at the soft, grey, hospital pillow. "Forever."

"That sounds lame and cheesy." Newt teased, and leaned his head on Thomas' chest rather than his own pillow. "But I like it."

"So you agree?"

"I'll think about it."

Thomas grinned lightly and after placing his own finger under Newt's chin, lifted his head up and stared at his beautiful brown eyes, already feeling captured due to the other's magical glance. Thomas slowly leaned in, and connected his lips with Newt's who seemed to tense at the beginning but soon relaxed to the kiss, and moved his lips with sync to him. After a moment or two, Thomas pulled back and rested his forehead against Newt's who only smiled.

"What about now?"

Newt chuckled. "After such an convincing argument, I have no choice but to agree."

Thomas' look lighted up, and his eyes shined due to the excitement. He beamed and held Newt closer to his body. "Yes!"

The other just laughed. "Idiot."

"I love you too, Newtie."

"I love you more, Tommy."