Thomas Sangster, Robbie Kay, Peter Pan, and Newt Imagines

91) SPECIAL VIII: Just One Little Cut - Part 4

A/N: Part four requested by Lily_Rose_sky killianodonoghue @anda_o and many others!

The last imagine was the 100th part but not the 100th imagine in this book. So I have nine more imagines left till the 100th. Do you people have any request for the 100th imagine?

Robbie Kay X Thomas Sangster X Peter Pan X Newt X Reader

(Y/N)'s POV

I couldn't focus on the page I was reading because of a certain boy shamelessly staring at me. I rolled my eyes in annoyance and reread the same paragraph only to not absorb anything because I was still distracted.

"Would you please read a book?" I whispered to Newt.

The both of us ditched school to go to the library. My choice, not his, but I didn't hear a complain from him which was pretty nice.

"I am," he whispered back with a smile.

"Oh really? Where is it?" I said sarcastically.

"It's you," he sat closer to me.

I closed the book I was reading and placed it on the table. I knew that I wouldn't be able to continue reading at all now.

"Don't bother," I told him straight in the eye. "I'm a book with a lot of twists and turns. A lot of plot twists and losses. There will be joy but mostly pain and I don't want to put you through that."

Newt sighed but he didn't move from his spot. His brown eyes were still on me. I felt a little self conscious with how he's looking at me. Newt seemed to be thinking of what to say and I just stared at the huge pile of books while waiting for him to speak.

"Every book has it's ups and downs. But no books only has downs," he said sounding pretty wise.

"Why do you want to help me?" I asked him. "What do you get out of it?"

"The satisfaction of making someone's life better," he smiled.

I titled my head with what he said. He was telling the truth and I could see the sincerity in them. "Why do you think you can help me?" I asked him. "How can you fix this broken heart? For all I know it might not be able to work anymore. I'm having a hard time trusting people. Letting them in."

"Love, if it can be broken, that means it still works," he said to me. "How can you say that you have a hard time trusting people? I mean, you let me be with you right now."

He had a point. I just told him the truth. "I want to trust you Newt. In fact I do, but I have no idea if I can let you in just like what I did with Robbie and Thomas."

Newt nodded. "That's understandable but I still want to help you."

"Look," I said. "I'm thankful that you were able to help me in the Starbucks cafe. You were able to do what I wanted Robbie and Thomas to do but h-"

"Because I went through the same thing," he cut me off.

Well, that shut me up somehow. "W-What?"

Newt sighed. "I guess, in order for you to bloody listen to me, I need to tell you my story. But not here."

Newt stood up, taking my book and giving it to me. I took my backpack and slung it on my back. "Where are we going?" I asked him.