strings // newtmas au

bad guy

    "This isn't either of your faults," Minho said as he gently squeezed Thomas' bicep. He turned to Teresa again. "I called an Uber, they'll take us right to the stadium."

    Teresa nodded. "Okay, I'll be ready."

     Thomas went back onto the bus then, sitting on the couch and pulling the blanket around himself. He watched Newt leave. He saw his red puffy eyes and tear stained cheeks. When the three left for the show it was quiet. Thomas decided to go on social media. The video was everywhere. It was on twitter, it was on instagram, it was on tumblr and even a gossip news page. He found himself clicking on the video, he felt himself smiling softly as he watched Newt put his hand on his cheek again. He looked so scared. He remembered how it felt, how Newt's mouth felt against his. He remembered how his heart was beating so loud he could practically hear it. He opened up snapchat next, clicking on the most recent saved video. It was of Newt, he was standing in front of him, texting something. Thomas saw his own hand reach out and pull Newt down, pulling the blonde boy onto his lap. Newt fake frowned at him. "What was that for?" Thomas flipped the camera then and tugged him down to kiss him. Newt smiled against his lips, cupping his face in both his hands. The video ended then. He scrolled onto the next one, feeling the hot tears on his cheeks then. The next one was a picture, it was of Newt with his shirt off holding up the middle finger and Thomas put heart eye emojis on it. There were more videos, ones of Newt refusing to use the snap filter Thomas was trying to get him to do because he just wanted to kiss. There were stupid selfies, weird videos, pictures of them that Minho took and sent to them. Thomas felt his heart ache more. He turned off his phone and pulled the blanket up tighter to his chest. He felt more confused than before. He didn't know what he wanted.

     He fell asleep a few minutes later, he was still sleeping when the three came back. He missed the way Newt lagged behind the other two and pulled Thomas' blankets better around him before pressing a soft kiss to his head. He didn't hear him mutter "goodnight Tommy" and he didn't notice the way Newt went to bed with a broken heart.

    The morning was worse. Everything was tense and awkward. Thomas woke up with a stiff back from the couch, his body ached and his stomach hurt from the night before.

    He was brushing his teeth when Newt came up behind him and leaned against the doorframe. "Wanna talk?"

    Thomas turned around, toothpaste dripping on his chin. "Can you give me a second?"

     Newt nodded before leaving. Thomas' heart was pounding as he spit into the sink and rinsed his mouth out. When Thomas went back out Newt was sitting on the couch with his hands clasped together. He looked spacy, like he was there but his mind was somewhere else.

    "Are we gonna start screaming at each other again because if that's the case we should probably leave before we traumatize Minho and Teresa again."

    Newt shook his head. "We're not gonna scream Tommy, we're gonna talk." 

   Thomas hesitantly sat down across from him. "Okay, let's talk then."

   "Janson said we have to make a public announcement."

   Thomas felt his heart lighten at that. "That we're together?"

    Newt bit his lip before shaking his head. "That we did it because it was a kiss cam, that it didn't mean anything."

    There was the anger again, it was bubbling up in his chest already. "And you agreed?"

    "He said he would drop us otherwise, not just from the tour." Newt let out a breath as he pulled on his hair. "Look Tommy-"

    Thomas scowled at him. "Don't call me that."