The Glade, for what it was, Newt considered it home. Watching all of his friends get drunk sparked pure happiness inside of him, but there was something else that sparked more than just happiness, or someone.
He began to wonder among them, looking for this someone, until he spotted her laying in the field, far from the others, and alone.
Newt's mother instincts kicked in, and he began to limp his way towards her, trying not to trip over anything in the dark.
Her name is Y/n, and she has been Newt's best friend since...well...as long as they can remember.
Newt laid down by her side, catching her perfect features before looking up with her, but not really understanding why.
"So, you came all the way out here. To look at the bloody sky?" He asks, but trying not to offend her.
"Well yeah" she says back, "I mean it's beautiful, the way the stars twinkle against the black sky, trying to outshine the moon."
Newt laughs at her comment, making Y/n turn to face him. "Do you not think it's beautiful?" She asks, leaving Newt's face to burn up, as he has clearly offended her.
"Uh, no it is. It's just-" Y/n cuts Newt off, "Newtie, it's fine if you don't agree with me. Some people just don't see how special everything is."
Newt lets out a deep sigh, contemplating his next sentence.
"The only reason I don't think the sky is beautiful. Is because I have something even more beautiful to stare at."
Y/n turns back to Newt, shocked by what he said. "Are...Are you talking about me?" She asks while placing her hand on her chest.
All Newt can do is smile in return, before slowly pressing a soft kiss against her lips.
Y/n had so many emotions going through her head at once, but she didn't care, she just wanted to enjoy this moment with Newtie.
A/N: "I Need You (Part Two)" coming out soon!
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FanfictionI promised my Newt readers another book, even though it's not another full story, this is just as good! DISCLAIMER: I do not own the characters and places in this book, they belong to the rightful owner.
