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118//Newtmas

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Thomas hated house parties.

It was a Friday night and this terms exams were over. All his friends decided to celebrate and Thomas made the mistake of coming along. He sat in the corner and watched everyone get shitfaced drunk. This included his best friend Minho,who had ran upstairs with Zart and Alby to get high. And Newt,who thought it was a good idea to drink his body-weight in alcohol. Not exactly one of the best of Newt's ideas.

"TOMMIBOY!" Newt's voice screeched as he threw himself onto a sober and slightly freaked-out Thomas "what is up my buddy?" Newt seated himself comfortably on the brunettes lap.

"Newt... let's get you up and get you some water. Yeah?"

"No... No... No..." Newt groans and throws his head back "Tommy... I... have to tell you something..." he slurs out his drunken words "I... like you... the most..."

"I like you too."

"You don't get it!" Newt whines as he wraps his arms around Thomas' neck,letting out loud pants. Thomas managed to haul Newt up and get him some water from the kitchen sink. He passed party-host Winston and Fry discussing some sort of nonsense. He decided to ignore it and just kept walking to the door,deciding that the best thing Newt needed was rest.

"Shit my dad!" Winston yelled. Everyone immediately stopped and ran out the back door as Thomas clung to a drunk Newt who was barely conscious.

"Shit yiur dad can't see me!" Minho panicked "ain't he a cop!?"

"Minho stay calm. Just act... not high off your face." Winston instructed and turned to Thomas "can you get him out of here?" He nodded to Newt.

"Yeah," Thomas tightened his grip "I'll get him home. Bye Winston."

"Woah! Woah! Woah! What if winstons dad sees me?!" Minho yelled as he grabbed Gally's arm who was putting out his cigarette.

"Do what you always do!" Gally yelled at Minho as he ran to the backdoor with a few others "start talking!"

"It is a gift." Minho scoffed.

Thomas let out a weak laugh at Minho's comment. Minho pissed Thomas off (CONSTANTLY) but Thomas would do anything for him. Though it was Newt who needed Thomas' help the most right now. Thomas lifted up the drunk blonde and held him tight to his own body as Newt mumbles some random irreverent crap. Praise whatever God exists! Thomas thought as he realised his parents weren't in. Neither was his sister Teresa. He helped Newt up to his room and sat him down on the sofa bed. Newt didn't say much as Thomas untied his Vans and helped Newt out of his hoodie and socks.

"Ugh!" Newt lets out a groan of relief as his back hits the sofa. "Thanks... for helping me get home."

"No problem." Thomas nods and unties his own shoes,throwing them in the corner of his room. "You cannot handle your alcohol Newt."

"So what everyone was drunk?" Newt blushes,playing with his hands "you're so protective Tommy."

"I'm not-"

"No. It's sweet..." Newt lays back and closes his eyes "goodnight,Tommy."

"Night Newt."

Thomas watched. As soon as Newt's head hit the pillow his eyes instantly closed. Thomas knew he'd never seen somebody so peaceful before. Thomas felt a sudden urge to run a hand through the blondes hair... or... maybe hold him. He'd never felt that way about his best friend before. Or anyone really. He was pretty sure Newt hadn't either.

"Things are weird Newt..." Thomas said to his best friend. He knew Newt asleep so he could say anything he wanted. "I don't know how to explain it. I think... if I ever loved someone I'd love them to the point that it would destroy me. But in a wonderful way. I can't say this... you'd hate me... just..." Thomas edges closer and watches Newt sleep. He was curled up and hugging the sheets "I would never do anything to destroy us. Because it's us."

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Newt woke Thomas up the next day to a loud groan. Thomas darted awake and saw the blonde clutching his head.

"Bloody hell!" Newt whined. "I'm never drinking again!" He sat up against the wall,still bundled in the duvet. He looked around and noticed the beer he hadn't finished from last night. It was perched on Thomas' desk. Newt grabbed it and chugged it down quickly. Thomas scoffed at this and let out a gentle smile.

"Hungover?" Thomas mumbled.

"Like you wouldn't believe," Newt scoffed and turned to face Thomas "I can barely remember anything from last night. Can you?"

"Yeah I can. Well... I didn't drink."

"Oh," Newt nodded.

"Relax,Newt. I was the only sober one there. You did say some stupid things but... Actually... No. They weren't stupid."

The blonde let out a sigh of relief. He sat up and pulled on his Vans before giving Thomas a quick smile "I should go. Mum will be panicking. I'll see you at school,Tommy?"

"You bet." Thomas smiled back as Newt left. He listened to the blonde head down the stairs and close the front door. That's when Thomas let out a large sigh of relief as he lay back in bed. He realised his thoughts he felt about Newt from last hadn't gone away... And they certainly weren't going to for a long time..

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