Newt imagines 2

Numbers

Have you guys seen these new pics of Thomas??!?!!! He looks so fricking hot it's unbelievable!! Oh and sorry for not posting in ages, it's going to be slow for the next couple of months because I'm extremely unmotivated to do anything right now. But I am slowly writing stories, just more by hand than on here sorry.

I'm not certain what it's called, it wasn't a couples date, but it also had all the elements of one. Thomas wanted me to meet one of his more recent friend's, Dylan O'Brien, girlfriend, Britt. Don't even ask me why, I couldn't say, I've met Dylan several times, whenever he comes to London he stays at our flat. This time he had brought his girlfriend all the way to England just to meet me and Thomas. It's super cringe.

We were sat in this quirky coffee shop in London, it played loud music and had sofas as the seats. Lots of dark colours on the wall, and a disco ball constantly turning even though there was no spotlight.
I watched Britt and Dylan, they were so cuddly, it was adorable. Their arms intertwined with the other's body it hurt my head to work out what went where. Whilst Thomas and I had our more toned down way of showing affection. We were sat, our hands to ourselves, mine were fiddling in my lap picking at dead skin around my nails and his were soaking in his coffee's warmth. Only our legs touched, our feet positioned perfectly next to each other. It was our relationship and I loved how chill we could be together, knowing the other one loved us so much we didn't need to entangle ourselves like brambles.

"So..." Britt started, after a brief silence, swinging her legs onto Dylan's lap, her hand round his neck. "How did you two cuties meet? I always think these stories are the sweetest."
Thomas chuckled. "Well, we were at this party, and I looked across the room, saw this beautiful, lonely girl in a green dress." He laughed looking at me. "I had seen her about a bit but she looked so lost I thought I should introduce myself."
I frowned. "No, we met outside my uni."
Thomas's eyes fluttered in his flustered confusion. "Love do you not remember, I asked if you wanted a drink, and after a few you got quite drunk, so you slept on my sofa."
"That was the second time we met." I said turning to Britt sure she would understand. "Every time my last lesson finished, this cute blond guy would always walk past on his way home or something, and he always got caught in the after school chaos. I had heard about him through a friend's friend's sister, something stupid like that. So one day I 'accidentally' bumped into him and dropped all my books. Of course being a gentleman he had to help me pick them all up." I laughed at Tom's baffled face. "Do you not remember?"
"Yeah of course I remember." He stammered. "But we exchanged what? Two or three words max, that's not a proper meeting."
I rolled my eyes. "No but it's contact. Why do you think you noticed me at the party, because I had made contact months earlier." I patted his arm. "It's called flirting darling, maybe I'll teach you one day."
Thomas blushed. "I know how to flirt, maybe I should give you lessons."
"As if." I snorted.
Thomas opened his mouth to retort, but Dylan's laughing cut him off. "Guys, why don't you just go to a pub and see who can get the most numbers."
I looked at Thomas smiling, that actually wasn't that bad of an idea, cause this did need to be settled. I want to see his face when I thrash him.
"Oh do it at one of those meet and greats, where single people go to meet loads of people and find potential partners." Britt said jumping up and down on her seat, fanning out her fingers like she was drying her nails.
I looked to Thomas who wasn't overly impressed, clearly he needed to be reminded of my powers. "I'm in." I said.
Thomas rolled his eyes. "Fine lets do this."

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Tom grabbed my arm and sat me back in the seat. "Ok, so rules; if anyone works out our game we leave, anyone works out who I am we leave. This is just a game, ok? So don't even try to make me jealous."
I smiled rubbing my nose against his, his breath smelt of the sweet strawberry gum he had just finished chewing. "And no getting jealous, sweetie, cause I am going to whoop your ass." I say opening the car door. "Pass me my clutch handsome."
Thomas rolled his eyes knowing all to well my tricks were to throw him off before the evening even began. He passed me my bag.
"Five minutes behind Thomas." I laughed shutting the door, leaving his small face to peer out and watch me ascend the stairs into the bistro. I headed for the registration table first,cheating my badge, and entered the busy room. Within seconds I spied my first number.
A man alone of the side of the room, playing a game on his phone. He hadn't even noticed me.
I straightened my deep purple dress; it was tightly fitting, low necked with a wrap around the midsection. I had worn it to Tom's premiere in Korea several months back, I doubt anyone would recognise me at all.