Newt imagines 2

Dear diary

What ya think^? Is it me or does he actually look slightly older than he normal does? I mean like 23 instead of 18. But it's hot!
I just want it to be January tomorrow the wait is so frustrating!

Anyway, who are you guys rooting for Thomas or Harry? Let me know before reading this: Thomas? Who she loved for 3 years until suddenly he cared more about competing with her sister's boyfriend and in looking good by owning a house in France. Or Harry? The flirty one, who loves her with his entire heart even tough the love is not really returned. Let me know as you may find your answer at the end... Maybe...

The night was fairly sleepless, one old man across from Tom's bed snored and another kept having coughing fits every hour needing the help of a nurse to sit up and have a drink. I lay on the bed my head on Tom's good shoulder, he was out still shattered from the drugs, shock and adrenaline of the whole crash business. Plus he's an amazing sleeper, used to sleep all the way through a car journey, something I could never do. I shuffle, wrapping a leg around his to not fall off. Bury my head deeper into him, hoping to block out the noise. I probably couldn't sleep even if it was silent, my mind a whirlpool of thoughts. Do I love Tom or Harry? I guess I would have to choose soon, in a couple hours Harry will be here to pick me up, it will be the first time my two boys meet. I pray that Harry has enough sense to not beat Tom up.
Thomas stirred mumbling a couple words, I take my head off his shoulder, crawling up the bed to be closer to his head. "Tom." I hiss.
He turned his head away. "Thomas!" He looked at me, his hazy morning eyes just like when we dated, doing this almost every morning except for when he was working. Then he would get up leave me at 3 in the morning and I wouldn't see him for the rest of the month or two, spending every day excited to get the mail, in case one was for me, hopefully with a flight ticket so I could see him.
"Hmmm." He groaned.
"Can you pass me the chocolate?" I snuggle up to him kissing his cheek.
"You woke me up for chocolate?" I could see the corner of his lips turning up, the humour of the situation getting to him over his drowsiness.
"Pretty please."
His hand fumbled over for the bed stand, almost throwing the chocolate all over the ground. He passed to me, completely missing me and throwing it to the other end of the bed. "Open your eyes, blind dude." I laugh, crawling after the delicious treat like a tiger stalking its prey.
"Did and I just saw my whole dream come true." He had this love-stuck smile on his face, his eyes watching my butt as I hunted down the chocolate. His cheeks redder than the roses in the hospital courtyard as he caught me looking over my shoulder.
I sit back in the bed a square of chocolate between my two front teeth. "You dream of me?" I wiggle my eyebrows, chomping the square into two tiny rectangles, they fell onto my tongue melting like an ice cube dropped into the desert.
"No never!" He snaps, his face now a deep red cherry shade.
"Oh really what were you dreaming of then?" I bite my lip holding back a giggle.
He was going redder and redder, pulling the covers up over his chin. "No...."
I lean over, climbing onto him in slow motion playing with his drowsiness and hormones.
"My arm!...." He cried.
I quickly jumped off him. "Sorry! I'm so sorry." We laugh. "I was just so bored with you sleeping."
He leant over and kissed me, his lips like the heat of the sun was touching me, his one arm trying to pull us closer, we would have been body on body if it wasn't for his casts.
I pulled away. Punching his good arm. "First time was a lucky one off."
"Guess I just wanted seconds." He smirked. "Now thirds."
I pushed him back lying down. "Tommy! Your on bed rest, so stay on the bed." He lay back down, his bottom lip protruding out in a frown, smacking against his chin. "Oh stop the baby face and the baby tears." I playfully shove him.
"But I want a goodnight kiss." He stuck his lips out.
"Well your not going to sleep and leaving me by myself again." I get up. "I'm getting a coffee for the both of us."

Have you ever walked into a classroom and seen those horrible exam papers on your desk, either waiting to be completed or with that terrible F on the front in red ink? You must have! That feeling you get when you walk into a lesson and realise your going to have to sit by yourself cause your only friend is off sick? Well it felt like that when I returned, my entire soul collapsed into my stomach, burning deep holes in the acidic skin. Thomas was sat in the bed, as when I left him, but now there was a big, muscly man standing at the edge of the bed. A very awkward conversation going on. I sped up seeing the hatred on each man's face. "Hey, I didn't expect to see you here so early." I tap Harry's arm, he was relived to see me, knowing I could manage the situation, the one I caused. He leant down kissing me, he hands pulling me up into him, the muscles on his arms tensing and rippling but not from holding me, the force bending back my neck.
When he let go I was speechless, gasping for air and confused. "Mind the coffee." I laughed trying to act normal but I was freaking out! Harry is 100% jealous and Thomas is really hating on both of us right now. I pass one to him and one to Thomas. "I thought you were getting yourself one." Thomas said moving his legs for me to sit on the bed next to him, instead I stand there wanting to show no favouritism when technically there should be between my boyfriend and ex. "Yeah but I'm not fussed."
"Maybe your boyfriend should go get his own." Thomas said curtly trying to pick at Harry through me.
"Maybe your ex should learn to drive a motorbike properly." Harry says to me, turning his back to Thomas.
"Tell him I got driven off, and that I'm a better driver than he could ever be. Aren't I y/n?" Thomas snaps.
They both stare at me waiting for a reply. I throw my arms up in the air surrendering to their anger, it was the most terrifying prison guard ever, they had only met, for what? Five, ten minutes max! "I'm not saying anything."
"I'm your boyfriend." Harry says desperate to win my say.
I sigh and turn to Thomas. "I don't agree with Harry but you know I hated you riding your motorbike." I had grown up in a medical family, some being doctors, I practically grew up listening to the horrible injuries and deaths that motorbikes causes.
Thomas rolled his eyes. "Of course choose him, the one you don't even love."
What the fuck? I seriously hated him sometimes, he had to get jealous and moody so easy at everything. Sometimes I swear he has a constant period. I point a finger at him. "Shut up, I'm here to keep you from being lonely, so consider being nice."
He sat there chewing on the inside of his cheek, his mouth twitching like a silent spasm with each nibble. "Your the one who kissed me." He muttered, loud, as though he wanted to get me in trouble, ruin everything with Harry just because he could see straight through me.
Next to me the tall man stood square, his hands balled up ready for a fight, his sharks jaw snapped shut so tight the skin was turning the same colour as his soft, plump lips. "Leave my girl alone you fucktard." His voice was venomous, like the snake had squirted its fangs into them before the left his mouth. Even I was startled.