Control ~ newtmas (completed)

Chapter 8

Thomas POV

I think Newt is in front of me. He's standing by the bathroom door. 

I'm lying by the toilet. 

I can't think straight.

"Newt?" I say looking at him with my eyes squinted.

God I hate this.

"Get up." He says sharply.

"I can't" I reply as I struggle to get up.

Newt comes closer to me and lends me a hand. 

I take it. 

"Wash your face first. I'm not walking out with you looking like this."

To be honest I don't understand half of the words he's saying but I can get the idea. I splash cold icy water all over my face.

After I'm done I wipe down my face with the towel in Newts hand. He then takes the towel from me and we walk out of the bathroom.

I can't walk properly. I'm sleepy ugh. I almost fall down but luckily Newts hand is on my back.

"Can you walk downstairs?" Newt asks.

I hear Newt say something but I don't know what. 

We're walking in this big hallway and I think I see a room. 

The door is open.

I see a bed.

Nice and fluffy.

I attempt to run, but I fall down.

Hard. Smacking my face on the floor. I don't even bother to get up.

"Thomas. What the fuck?" Newt crouched down beside me trying to get me up.

"Everything is blurry. I can't see. I can't see and I'm tired." I say as I tears are coming down.

Eventually, I get up from Newts help and I'm now leaning on his shoulder now.

"Nice coatttttt." I say.

"lets go." He replies.

We keep walking straight. Which makes me think that he understood that I was trying to get to that room.

When we get to the room I collapse on the bed.  

Feels like clouds. 

"mhmm." I say.

And then everything started to go black.  

Newt POV

"Thomas?" I say.

"Thomas?" I repeat myself. 

When I walk over to the bed I notice that he's sleeping.

No wonder he wasn't replying.

I question myself. Should I leave him here? He will eventually sober up and go back home and there's obviously no point in talking to him now he obviously doesn't understand what's going on.

It's probably his first time getting drunk.

I walk over to the mirror to see how I look.

My hair is slightly messed up but everything else seems fine. 

"Agh. Why is it so hot in here?" I say to myself. 

I look behind me and see Thomas still sleeping.

He looks relaxed.

I just looked stress.

Hmm I'm pretty sure Minho wouldn't mind if I stayed at his house for the night.