Newt/Thomas Sangster One Shots (warning: smut)

One Shot #9 ~ Noise Complaint (part 1 of 4)

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All I wanted was some peace and quiet. All. I. Wanted. Was that so much to ask?

I just wanted to read my book and take a nice bath in peace. But instead, the upstairs neighbour and his bloody girlfriend were arguing again.

"Argh," I grunted and slammed my book down on the table.

I left my apartment in some shorts and a tank top and trudged upstairs to room 206 and banged on the door angrily.

"What?!" She yelled at the door.

"Don't be so rude, Bella!" Thomas yelled back to her and opened the door.

"Sorry about that," he smiled sympathetically as a tear fell down his cheek. All my anger vanished.

"Oh, well-Um...you were being kinda...loud and I was wondering if, you know..." I stuttered sadly, so sad to see the boy who greeted me in the hallway, always helping me with shopping - so heartbroken.

"Yeah, sorry." He said sadly but laughed nervously.

"Are you alright? Do you wanna come downstairs with me until she cools off a little?" I offered. It was the best I could do for him at that moment.

"Are you kidding me? You're really asking my boyfriend to come over right now?" She yelled at me, her piercing voice taking me aback.
"Bella, please-" he said frustrated.

"He's mine, can't you see that?" She shouted louder.

"I'm not yours, Isabella. Or at least I'm not anymore." He said calmly and walked to me, shutting the door behind him.

"Wow. I'm sorry, I didn't mean-" I started.

"No, no. We fight all the time, as you probably hear. It's good you came along..." he trailed off and sighed, "you don't mind if I take you up on that offer do you?" He said nervously, scratching the back of his neck.

"Oh, of course not! Stay as long as you need. I definitely owe you by now anyway." I smiled to try and comfort him.

I found myself acting a little awkward in my apartment. He was obviously trying not to impose, which it made me feel more uneasy if anything.

"Do you want anything? A drink?" I offered, grimacing at my cold wet hair dripping on my back.

"Do you have any beers?" He asked.

"Yeah." I smiled at the first thing he'd actually ask for.

Three hours and a combined ten beers in, we were sat on my kitchen floor laughing about some of the ridiculous experiences we'd had with exes- call it a bonding experience.

"She did nOT!" I said in disbelief after Thomas had told me the weirdest thing Bella had picked a fight with him over.

"I feel so bad for you, she sounds pretty-" I started, but stopped. I wasn't entirely sure where they stood.

"Bitchy? That's one way to describe the her." He slurred and laughed.

"I was gonna say 'intense', but I'll agree with you there..." I laughed, followed by a long silence.

"Seriously though Thomas, are you ok? You seemed really upset earlier." I said concerned.

"Yeah, she just...she said some things that really got to me. My mother died when I was little, and..." he stopped and swallowed hard.

"It's ok, I know enough." I nodded. A short silence ensued as he fiddled with the label on the half-empty beer bottle cradled in his lap.

"Thank you for this. It's really really kind of you. I'm afraid Bella convinced me I didn't need friends, and so we both chased them away. I'm pretty sure you're the only person I can trust right now." He said, seeming genuine.

"I'm glad." I replied, checking the time.

"Shit, it's almost three in the morning. I need to sleep, I have a shift at the Café tomorrow." I sighed.

"You can sleep in my bed if you want, I'll take the sofa-" I started but was cut off abruptly.

"No. No way. I can't, you've already done so much." He stated.

"It's no big deal, really. I'm small and I can definitely fit on the sofa but you most definitely won't. No way." I laughed at his height.

"But it's your bed! I can't!" He exclaimed.

"Well I guess we'll both have to take it, won't we?" I laughed, not realising how that sounded.

"Uh- I mean..." I tried to save myself but it was already too late.

"Ok fine. But if I take up too much room then I'm sleeping outside." He said seriously and I laughed.

"Ok, Sangster." I teased sarcastically, getting up to get ready for bed.

"I have some old t shirts. They should fit you, they're not exactly...mine."

"Ok."

I went through my drawer and clutched the white t shirt painfully. His t shirt. It was a long and tough breakup. Tears swam in my eyes as I picked it up. It reminded me of a bad time in my life.

I remembered all the nights I wore that shirt to bed, how I used it to cling on to memories I so badly wanted to relive. I had stopped doing that long ago. Now, it was just an ordinary item of clothing which sat in the bottom of my drawer.
"Here." I said, sniffling accidentally.

"Woa, woa what's up?" He asked, placing his hands on my shoulders.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to...I mean, that shirt kind of smells like...him, you know? Bad memories." I said, a tear rolling down my cheek.

"It's ok, I don't have to wear it if it'll freak you out. I don't want you to have to sleep next to that..." he started and wiped away a tear from under my eye.

"No, no, take it." I handed it to him.

"See, we're both hurting. I have a feeling we'll relate just fine, you and me." He smiled. I reached up and hugged him tightly, he squeezed back. He needed it as much as I did.

"Let's get some sleep."