Newt imagines 2

The box?

Hey guys, so I thought I had lost a load of my Newt imagines but I have recently found them. This is one I think I wrote around Christmas time, so sorry for the poor writing quality. But I'm trying to stick to my promise of finishing up old stories so here you are the final part to 'The Box?'

The sheet wasn't well presented, at all. Trying to work out the conclusions were hard, but after I had got through the five page jibber jabber document I knew what my tests had come out as.
Something vibrated against my left butt cheek, I yelped shocked, everyone in the lab turning to stare at me, some shaking their heads, others rolling their eyes. I pulled my phone out my pocket and left the room.
"Hello?" I whispered.
There was no reply. I stared at my phone and saw the writing was upside down, I frowned and slowly flipped the phone. "Y/n?"
I gulped and sat on the nearest bench. "Newt."
There was noise on the otherside like traffic and people. "Can I visit you?"
"Excuse me?"
"Can I visit you now? Today?"
I nodded, Newt never called me, only FaceTime me when necessary, ever since he got that other girl I was second best, maybe even third. Realising it was the phone I spoke up. "Err yes of course, is everything alright?"
There was a long pause with many a sniffle. "Jess and I... We broke up."

I could have cried with joy. I cupped my mouth. "I'm so sorry."
"Don't lie." He chuckled. "I can hear you rejoicing."
I laughed, pressing the phone close to my cheek, it's cold surface felt alien on my skin. "I missed you Newt."
He took a deep breath. "Well I'm at the gates can you get them to let me in?"
I peeped round the corner, empty. "Hold on, boys aren't allowed in, I'll have to smuggle you in." I whispered covering my mouth, in case the walls could lip read.

After managing to smuggle Newt into the girls only school, through a hole in the back fence I took him to the only place I can call mine. My room. Newt frowned looking around the room, he picked up the only photo I had, it was of us two - the one I had picked up from the stalker room, he was so handsome in that picture, I smiled thinking of it. He flicked through the pages of the book on my shelf, eventually sitting down on the bed waiting for me to start talking.
My hands became slick with sweat, the lab results tapping at the back of my mind. "Would you like a drink?" I ask moving over to the wardrobe.
"Yes please." Newt said, his eyes still scanning over my room.
I reached behind the wardrobe and coiled my hands round the neck of the glass bottle, I had sellotaped it their a while back in order to hide it from matron.
Newt shook his head and pushed the offer away. "You have some alcohol addiction issue."
I shrugged and drank straight from the bottle. He was more than likely to be correct, but I was living my worst nightmare -separation from him. We had done everything together in the glade, it seemed ridiculous that we barely played a part in each other's lives now. "Why are you here Newt?"
He sniffled and adverted his head away. He really was very upset about his break up with Jess, a part of me felt guilty for being so happy about it. "I don't know." He admitted, the depths of his eyes looked so lost. But I knew why he was here, he was hurting so he had come to me, he needed me to fix him.
I slid onto the bed next to him, taking his hand and carefully squeezing it. "I missed you." I told him, running a finger along all the veins in his hands.
Newt sighed, slumping down. "I missed you too, I miss Tommy, Minho..." His voice broke. "I miss Alby."
I didn't hesitate, shoving my arms around him and hugging him with all my might. "I miss him too, but he died so we could be here. Together."
Newt nodded slowly, pulling out of the hug and pushing my hair back the way I liked it. His hand trickled down my cheek. "I didn't mean to push you away."
I cuddled into his gentle, hard worked hands. This was the Newt I knew, the one I loved. "It's been a hard change for all of us."
Newt seemed to give up, caving in to that drive inside of him, the one that made us perfect for each other. He smashed his lips to mine, pushing me off balance and pushing me into the mattress. I locked my fingers in his hair. This was my Newt. Come back to rescue me. He slid his jacket off, whilst I slowly worked his top up his chest. I felt the warmth skin that covered his chest, I had been deprived off this, starving to touch it again. I flipped him over onto his back, and lowered myself, kissing down his chest and back up to his lips. His hands locked onto my hips and he tossed me back underneath him. "You got any...?" He panted between his attacks on my neck. It was hard to concentrate long enough to form an answer, my head thrown back into the pillow, eyes squeezed shut. "Yeah top draw."
Newt gave me a worrying look, causing me to laugh. "Don't worry. I haven't used any of them."
Newt raised and eyebrow and smirked, rummaging though the top draw of my desk. "Yet."
Heat flooded my cheeks. "Yes, yet."
Once he grabbed a silver packet, I clutched his shoulders and dragged him back onto the bed with me.