Cosmic Love || Newtmas

yeah it was a bad decision

A/N: quick thanks to flirtynewtmas for the votes. You sweet boo.

Bright. It was too bright. Thomas thought. His head pounded and he felt so disoriented again.

Thomas opened his eyes slowly. It was even brighter now. There were boxes in this room. Thomas had no recollection of how he got here. Honestly he had no recollection of anything past the plastic cards that Brenda had passed out.

Thomas groaned covered his eyes.

“Morning,” a groggy, hoarse voice said, almost making Thomas jump a foot in the air.

Thomas looked down to see Brenda curled up next to him on the other side of his bed.

Oh no oh no oh God no. Thomas started to panic as the events of last night started flooding back.

The neon lights in the club. The loud music, the dancing, the alcohol. The lips. The hands that were everywhere and. Oh God he had gotten utterly wasted. And then everything went fuzzy.

Did he actually sleep with Brenda? He barely knew her!  Thomas cursed himself over and over, but Brenda was beginning to move and he had to turn his attention to the situation at hand.

“Last night was a shucking blast but I think I'm dead this morning,” She said in that same morning voice as she extracted herself from his sheets with difficulty.

She was completely clothed in the outfit she had worn last night, including her shoes, so that was a good sign.

Thomas stared at her, unable to take his eyes off of her.

She grinned. Her hair was a mess. “Don't worry Tom, nothing happened.” Thomas sighed in relief and she laughed. “You were way too drunk and as soon as we got here you wanted to call Newt about something. Then you passed out.”

“Oh gosh I'm sorry.” Thomas covered his face in embarrassment, blushing hard.

“Nah it's good, you're funny. I'm glad I spent the night with you.

Thomas smiled. Brenda stood there for a minute, smiling at Thomas. “I'll let myself out,” she said. “See you around Tom.”

“See you.”

Thomas stared at the ceiling for a while after Brenda left, a few flashes of memories filtering into his mind. Her lips on his, but his eyes were elsewhere. Snatches of blonde hair and a smile. A hand dipping ever so slightly into his waistband and he didn't think it had been brenda. But his head  hurt if he thought too hard and all of this was obscured by pulsing lights and shots.

His phone buzzed. Too loud. That was too loud.

He looked down at the bright screen which hurt his eyes and saw that Newt was calling him.

“Hullo.” Newt sounded about as bad as he felt

“whats up?”

“I woke up to three missed calls and a voicemail from you about my hair.” Thomas could hear Minho in the background laughing.

“Oh God,” Thomas groaned. “What all did I say?”

“Well it was mostly incoherent, but the gist of it was that you wanted to touch it and you wanted to know what I did to make it so perfect.” Thomas could hear both of them laughing now.

“Oh God I was so shucking drunk.”

“Yes you were.”

“You were too.

“Touche.”

“So,” Minho chimed in and Thomas could almost picture his smirking face. “You and Brenda…”

“I didn't sleep with her,” Thomas said truthfully.

“Mmhmm. Okay then.” They clearly didn't believe him.

“Seriously, ask her,” Thomas insisted. “I woke up this morning and she was in my bed but she was wearing all her clothes, including her shoes.”

The two other boy's busted up laughing. “Oh Tommy, that's great.”

Thomas hung up on them mid laugh and closed his eyes. The image of those hands imprinted on his eyelids. They weren't Brenda's. They looked too masculine.

Thomas's heart shot up to his throat and then sank. He drifted off to sleep again, those hands the only thought on his mind.
Thomas vowed to never drink again