11:11 PM (Newtmas AU) [✔]

Saturday, 9:48 AM

Newt let his phone drop besides him, letting a deep breath throughout his nose. His eyes flattered close for the tiniest of second, and almost immediately, he brought his hands up to rub on his temples. His throat felt sore, and eyes hurt terribly, but that was justified as he had been crying his eyes out since 8 in the morning.

The words that he saw were typed on the private message of instagram, could never really escape his mind. They tortured him, as If seeking for revenge. As If they wanted to hurt him. Kill him.

Seems like I turned him back straight boo, the girl had told him but every time he would bring her words back into his head, new sobs escaped his chopped lips and new tears streamed down his now puffy cheeks.

What he couldn't believe though, was why. Why would Thomas do that to him. Why would the boy who claimed that he loved him more than anything, more than his own life would betray him in the worst way possible. For there was nothing, nothing that could be worst than finding out what was happening behind his back. Though what was worst, was finding out that he was lied to.

Like he wasn't worth of the truth.

I'd never do anything to hurt you Newt. Because If I hurt you, It'd be like hurting myself. Thomas' words echoed through his head, long enough to hurt his brain and tire his eyes. New tears rolled down his cheeks, and new sobs came to the surface. The blond boy brought his knees close to his chest and wrapped his arms around his legs, trying to create some sort of shelter in which he would hide in.

It hurt. Everything in that day hurt. Though what hurt the most, was knowing that who had hurt him was Thomas. The boy with whom he planed his future him.

Now they had no future.

«Hey,» Alex spoke gently, putting a stop at Newt's sobs. «Are you crying?»

«No,» He answered whipping his tears with the back of his palm. «I just. . .Yeah. . .» He admitted, too tired to even come up with a proper lie.

Alex pursed his lips, and furrowing his eyebrows before moving up to the blond and lifting his chin up in order to look at his eyes. But once he saw his eyes, the silver haired gasped in the slightest. His eyes were red, his cheeks puffy, and his lips sore due to the many bits he must have left on them.

Alex, on the few days that Newt was there, had never seen him in such condition.

«Did Thomas do something?» He asked, and without a warning took Newt's phone in his hands, scrolling through their conversation. Once he seemed to catch the point, his look hardened in anger, towards not Newt, but Thomas. «Shit.»

Newt remained silent, staring at the blue eyes of the boy as If his batteries had no more life. In those moments, Newt seemed like a shell of himself, but what really terrified Alex was the fact that Newt, the sarcastic blond boy he had met, was that broken that he hadn't even a voice to speak his normal sarcasm.

«This will help you.» Alex noted, bending down on his bed then taking out a transparent bottle with an also transparent liquid inside. «It's for both of us.»

Newt whipping his nose, his eyes now narrowing with suspicion. «Why drink?»

«Because It helps.» He replied, opening the bottle then taking a small sip. «Really. It helped me.»

He lifted his look up to stare at the boy, and then he noted that his hands were shaking. Actually, Alex himself was shaking. It didn't take long for him to realise that indeed, Alex was drunk.

«Give me it.» He whispered, taking the bottle to his hands before taking the largest sip he had ever taken. Once he pulled back, Newt wrinkled his nose in disgust over the liquid that was now burning his throat, but that didn't stop him. After the pain was gone, he plugged his lips back on the bottle, downing its remainings, while Alex stared at him in pure awe.

Could Newt amaze him more than he already had?

Maybe it was the drink. Maybe it was the fact that everything around him were dizzy, maybe it was the fact that Newt seemed even more attractive than ever. He didn't know the reason. He knew the result though, because before he even realised it, he had leaned in, gently pushed the bottle away from the boy, and brushed his chopped lips with his own, taking in their salty taste. Even when crying, Newt tasted amazing.

And to his surprise, --- or maybe due to the drink, --- Newt kissed back.

A/N:

Before you kill me, I have a plan.

WICKED IS GOOD.

AND NEWTMAS/JUSTLEX SHALL RISE.

Sincerely,
Newt.