Our Love ( Newt x reader)

21

Newt's P.O.V.

Thankfully, Alby's trial went smoothly, without a lot of people rooting for Gally. Maybe only the people who were scared of him, but even most of those decided on the tactic of strength in numbers. Seems like (Y/N) is quite popular, and for the right reasons. Can't blame them, really. And Gally did manage to send me to the med-jacks in our first few days here, and then someone shows up to teach him his place. The bonfire match was planned, but...

I sigh. I made a mistake back then. I felt like I'd lost everything, and I could sense that I had some family out there, but I didn't know if they were alive, or even wanted me anymore. Maybe they were the ones who had put me here in the first place. Attachment wasn't an option, as that would've made leaving harder. Precisely why I decided to rile Gally up enough to knock me out. My plan was to then see what I could find in the Homestead, and... use that to die. 

What stopped me then? The voice in the night. I still don't know if that was some fever dream, or real, but it held enough emotion to give me an anchor to the world; a reason to stay. And they promised to keep me safe, and to be honest, I'm not that big on having people break their promises because of me. 

Now I realise that living really was the right choice - I have friends who care, and people to lead. The only thing left is to find a way to escape.

(Y/N)'s P.O.V.

The morning sun beat down my face as I awoke, and stretching my relaxed limbs, I planned for the day ahead. Take a nice, long shower, eat a delicious brunch, walk through the Glade greeting everyone, the birds chirping...

Or at least that was what I had imagined in my head to keep from ripping Alby's head off. The guy was insufferable! He decided that waking up before the sun had even peeped over the horizon was a normal time to get up, and even the Doors disagreed with him - they were shut! Raising my sore body from the hay covered floor of the Slammer, I followed bleary-eyed behind him. He guarded the door as I showered in the coldest water known to mankind (I had to shove a shelving rack in front of the door. He was not to be trusted), and then tossed me a limp sandwich full of some unidentifiable vegetable. Needless to say, that was not Frypan's cooking and it found itself inside the trash (without Alby's knowledge). 

We started off easy; I was given the task of grouping together various medicines and tidying up the med-jacks' room, and labelling them. This took me until at least half the boys woke up, and had their breakfast. Then I helped Frypan prepare a tomato stew for lunch, managing to gulp a few steaming mouthfuls before Alby dragged me away from the kitchen. Finally, I was moved to the Deadheads, on a mission to collect fertiliser. An hour later, I stumbled into the shower yet again, shelf still guarding the door.

Exhausted beyond measure, I plopped down into a seat on an empty table inside the Homestead. I was so tired, I didn't even think of getting some food for myself. I just lay there, arms crossed on the table, head leaning on them, eyes closed. The chatter around me became background noise, and I could feel myself slipping halfway between consciousness and unconsciousness. 

"(Y/N)." The voice startled me; it was really close and very loud. Blinking my eyes rapidly to chase away any sleep, I looked around myself, remembering where I was. The Homestead, where dinner was being served, on an empty table. Well, not anymore. Filling the space beside me was Newt, who grinned at me. 

"Sorry for waking you up. I know Alby woke you up really early, and I didn't want you going hungry. Or twisting your neck some way or another: the Slammer doesn't exactly have the comfiest sleeping conditions from what I could tell, and yeah. Food?" He asked, as I slowly registered the plate in front of me, filled with matching food to his. Nothing fancy, just some mashed potatoes and sliced tomatoes. 

I didn't know what to say. "Uh... Thank you... so much! I don't know - thanks!" I returned his smile, and dug in, mirroring Newt. As soon as the food registered with my taste buds, I had to restrain myself from gasping. I don't know what magic Frypan possessed, but his food was top of the chain. 

"It's good, right?" Asked Minho, who suddenly shadowed the place opposite me. He had the same meal, except his had a layer of cheese on top. Minho cuisine, I presume...?  (A/N) PLEASE NO ONE TAKE OFFENSE) Turning with a raised eyebrow towards Newt, he shrugged. I nodded back to Minho, answering his question.

"Honestly, I don't even know what we'd do without him. Probably sta - trouble behind you." Minho jerked his head. I turned around slowly, being met with Gally's arrogant frame. Behind him, two guys stood their ground, arms folded over their puffed up chests. I held a giggle to myself. These guys were a terrible knock-off to a cliché mean girls group. Huh, wonder why I remember that but not important stuff. I decided to file it away for later.

"Well, well, well, look who's here. Miss thinks she can do it all." He smirked, and a hush fell over the room. 

"What do you want, Gally?" I said, bored, in a drawling tone, turning back around to continue eating my food. 

He gripped my wrist, turning me back towards him. "Get your filthy hands off me." I hissed at him, wrenching my hand out of his grasp. A few gasps echoed around the room. Honestly, didn't these people have better things to do?!

"You are going to carry out a job for me."

"What... job, exactly?"

"Just something."

"Yeah, not gonna happen."

"You haven't got a choice. Alby said you had to help anyone if they needed help, so-"

"Gally-" Newt tried to interrupt, but I jumped up from my seat, and stepped in front of Gally.

"Alby said I had to help people when they required it, not become your servant." At this, I poked my finger into his chest, and he backed up a few steps, and I followed his steps. "And if you don't know the difference between the two, then I suggest you find yourself a dictionary and search it up. And while you're at it, research the definition of 'nice'. It'll do you good." 

With a final glare at him, I whipped my hair over my shoulder, and ventured out of the Homestead, towards the Slammer. Behind me, the Homestead erupted in cheers, and my mouth expanded into a grin. A split-second decision resulted in me changing my course towards the Deadheads; towards my cave. 

I needed to be alone for a while. 

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(A/N)

I finally found the time to finish this chapter. I literally only had the time to update a few hundred words every week this month, between everything else. 

Well, I hope ya'll enjoyed. Have a great day/night/whatever the time!

~E