Dylmas/Newtmas One-Shots

Newtmas - Little Things

Heyyy...so, it's been a while. Or, at least, it seems like it to me. I feel so bad for not writing anything in so long! I'm so sorry! 

Also, to the winners of the competition, don't worry, I'm gonna start working on the one-shots that I need to write for you - this one is just a short one for me to get back into actually writing. I've been so unmotivated for a while now, and I genuinely noticed a negative effect not writing has had on me so I thought I'd write this and see what happens. Unsurprisingly, I feel amazing! 

Based on: Little Things by One Direction

3rd Person POV

A searing pain shot through Newt's neck as he stirred awake, his head twisted at an odd angle. His pillows remained in their usual place, Newt had just managed to curl himself up into a ball, his knees drawn to his chest and his head resting on the springy mattress beneath him. 

The tired blonde groaned, rubbing his eyes as he turned his body round so that he rested on his back, his legs stretched out. With a blurred glance at the digital alarm clock to his side, Newt made out to bright red numbers stating that it was almost 2am. That wasn't good.

Newt sighed, shifting his body to get comfortable again. It was way too early to wake up. 

But almost 30 minutes of twisting and turning later, Newt gave up, reluctantly slipping out from under his covers. His bare feet flinched at the cold of the floorboards, toes clenching weakly. He knew his hair was a mess, but he didn't mind; it was the middle of the night, after all. And that meant nobody else would be awake. 

Newt lived in a small, cluttered but comfortable 3 bedroom apartment with two of his friends â€" Thomas and Minho. The three guys met at college, almost two years ago, all differently. They quickly became inseparable, deciding to rent out a flat together as it would be cheaper and, in Thomas' words , 'a right laugh'. Newt wouldn't lie; it was amazing living with his two best mates. 

Quietly, so as not to wake the others up, Newt opened his bedroom door and padded down the hallway, carefully avoiding any visible nails sticking up from the floor. However, as he approached the kitchen (thinking that a warm cup of tea might lull him back to sleep) he realised that maybe 2am wasn't too early for someone to be awake. 

Reaching the open doorway to the kitchen, Newt's eyes fell on the figure slouched over a pile of open textbooks on the island counter in the centre of the room. A half-full mug of coffee was clutched loosely in the other's hand, their other hand furiously scribbling down notes.

Newt frowned as he watched Thomas, but shook his head when he noticed. He knew Thomas had a big exam tomorrow - or today, since it was technically morning - and that explained the younger boy sitting here, still awake and studying. 

Without muttering a word, Newt walked into the lowly lit room and took the now cold coffee out of Thomas' grasp, pouring the liquid down the sink and placing the mug on the countertop. After getting another mug from the cupboard out above his head out, Newt poured enough water for two drinks into the cheap black kettle (that he had insisted they buy). The kettle was temperamental, often making strange sounds or just deciding not to work at all, but luckily today it boiled the water without any problems.

Newt let his tea stew as he got to work making Thomas' coffee, making it exactly how he likes it â€" strong, black, no sugar. With a quick stir, it was done, and after finishing his own drink Newt picked the steaming mugs up and sat in the seat by Thomas, setting the coffee by Thomas. 

Thomas lifts his gaze for a moment, his eyes meeting Newt's as a tiny smile rises over his lips, "Thanks." he mutters, nodding his head before returning to his notes. Newt smiles to himself as he takes a sip of his tea, cupping his hands tightly around the mug, relishing in the warmth that it brings.