Run Into My Arms- Newtmas AU

A Cinderella Story

Just to clarify, this chapter takes place at the same time as the last chapter. Except this chapter is from Thomas's POV.

Thomas's POV:

So far I had missed two 3 hour track practices. I doubt I had missed anything really important. All track practices were the same; stretch, run, run some more, complain, then run again.

I had sunk to a dark place I had never hoped to go. The last time I had been here was when my father began to beat me. My heart ached and my brain could only produce negative thoughts.

I hadn't seen Minho very lately either. I couldn't tell if he was always busy, or simply avoiding me. If he had been avoiding me I wouldn't be suprised, I had hurt Newt and I had hurt him bad.

I lay in my bed buried under the thin comforter. My emotions over the past 40 hours had ranged from simple heartbreak to heart wrenching tragedy.

At the same time I felt terribly guilty. Why should I be so sad when Newt was the one who had been hurt?

I turned my body to face the alarm clock on my nightstand. The time read 8:35. I groaned and covered my face with the comforter. If it had been any other day I might have been able to go to sleep this early. But today, I had already cried myself to sleep many times, and I literally didn't have the energy to fall asleep.

I was about to return to my state of despair when I heard a small metal key click into place in the lock. The wooden door swung open revealing Minho. Minho glanced over in my direction, taking in the messy bed and foul smell.

"Are you planning on getting up anytime?" He asked with a raise of his eyebrow.

I glanced at him sideways, "It definitely wasn't on the top of my
to-do list." I noticed that he was grabbing his wallet and jacket now. Two things he rarely ever took out, except for when going out. "Going somewhere?" I questioned.

"Ben and I are going to take Newt to that new bar, Dionysus, and try to cheer him up." He turned towards me as if trying to catch my reaction. I just sighed and glanced up at the ceiling.

"Have fun, I guess." Minho gave me a small, sideways smile before walking out the door. I stayed in that gloomy position for a while, swimming in a pool of my tears.

The clock ticked 9:00 when I finally came to my senses. I decided that if I didn't like Newt, the least I could do was apologize. I rolled out of my den of covers and grabbed a decent looking shirt.

After slinging on the shirt I ran my fingers through my hair and looked at my face. My skin was slightly pink and my eyes were the teeniest bit puffy. But other than that I looked decent enough.

When I arrived at 'Dionysus', there were flashing lights and loud speakers everywhere. I could barely make out any faces, much less find the blonde boy in this unpredictable mess. I decided that if I waited at the bar someone I knew would show up eventually. I sulked in a bar stool, pitying myself and glancing around the room.

"Looking for someone?" A voice chimed in from in front of me. I looked up at the person infront of me. The bartender was a pretty, young girl with short, brown hair and sparkly eyes.

"You could say that," I said with a huff. She flashed me a dazzling smile that could cure cancer.

"Can I get you anything?" She asked, not breaking eye contact. I glanced around the room again, as if Newt would have magically appeared.

"A therapist wouldn't hurt," I grumbled as I put my head down on the counter. She gave me an understanding look and I could see the genuine worry in her eyes.

"I'm Brenda," She offered, "do you want to talk about it?" I glanced up from my position into her warm eyes.

"What if," I started gingerly, "Your parents taught you that something was wrong, but you met someone who changes your views?" She pondered my question for a moment.

"Well," She replied, "I guess it would depend what. If your parents told you that murdering was bad but you were roomates with a serial killer, I would probably suggest sticking with your parents opinion." I looked up at her with a small smile.

"Well, what if they drilled it into your mind that it was wrong to love a certain type of person," I paused, "and now you are scared of loving that kind of person?" She bit her lip, deep in thought.

"Then, it sounds like your scared of your parents," she said looking into my eyes, "not love."

"I guess that makes sense."

"Darling," she stated firmly, "Your parents don't control your opinions, they never should have." I stared into her brown eyes, processing her last few words.

"Especially," she continued, "If the person who changes your opinion means a lot to you."

"He does," I let the words escape from my mouth before I could stop them, "He means the world to me." Brenda gave me a big smile, finally realizing what this was about.

"My shift is just about over," she said glancing at the wall clock, "but darling, promise me you will go get your man." I gave her an uncertain smile.

"I don't know if I can promise that," I said sheepishly. Brenda poured me a glass of scotch and set it down on the counter.

"You better get the balls soon," she said raising an eyebrow, "Before your man gets the balls to leave you forever."

I gave her a look that said 'Aww shut up' and 'Thank you for everything' at the same time. She gave me another one of her signature smiles before leaving. I stayed at the bar for a while, taking small sips of my drink and thinking about what I should do.

At around 12:00 p.m. I was doing my casual glance around the room, when I spotted him. Right on the opposite side of the bar sat the angelic blonde boy. I gazed at him for a moment, taking in all his beauty. He was drinking and having the time of his life, smiling and laughing while moving to the beat of the music.

I felt butterflies metamorphisize in the pit of my stomach. I took in a deep breath and stood up shakily. I knew what I was going to. My feet managed to make their way across the floor without tripping. I found my self standing infront of Newt, more than confident.

"Hey there gorgeous," I said, giving Newt the brightest smile I could procure, "Would you like to dance darling?" I asked, using Brenda's choice of pet names.

Newt looked up at me with his gorgeous chocolate eyes. His soft, pink lips curled up into a smile. He looked around the room as if looking for someone. Then after a moment of thought, he pressed his delicate hand into my open palm.

"I would love to," he giggled. I led the beautiful golden haired boy onto the floor, in the middle of the other dancing bodies.

I wrapped my eyes around his small body as we swayed to the music. He nuzzled his head into my chest, making me question if this was reality or a fairytale dream. His alluring eyes fluttered shut and he let out the smallest sigh.

That soft, little sigh meant the world to me, it meant everything could go back to normal. It meant I could stop living by my dad's psychotic tendencies.

I closed my eyes and rested my head in top of Newt's. I let myself live in this beautiful moment, with my arms wrapped around this beautiful boy. I never wanted this moment to end.

Happy Pride Month lovelies!!

I hope you guys enjoyed this chapter. It was the first 'official' newtmas chapter!

Thank you guys so much for reading, voting, and taking time to write out such sweet comments! I love each and every one of you!

Have an amazing day!
Much love,
~Bella