It's been three days since that incident and Newt was still not talking to him properly. He felt awful and all he wanted to do was to run to the blonde's house and just hug Newt and tell him how sorry he is and how it will never happen again but, just like the slinthead that he is, he was sprawled all over his bed, staring at the ceiling, reminiscing how the camping trip ended.

When he came back to the site, he was surprised when he saw that Ben and Minho were escorting Gally put the woods, carrying all his stuff. No matter how angry he was at Gally, he still felt sorry for the guy. After that, they spent another day in the site and everything was so awkward. Thomas and Newt barely spoke to each other, not that Thomas tried (he really did) and everyone was obviously affected by it. So affected that the sighs they gave out when it was all over and they were packing for home was sighs of relief rather than sadness.

Newt barely spoke to him. Thomas texted him everyday if he can see the blond but Newt would always find an excuse. There was even a time where he flat out declined Thomas for a date. He tried calling but Newt never picked up and his voicemail never got any responses. He tried texting him sorry a million times but Newt still ignored him. Thomas should have felt annoyed or even fed up but the only thing he felt was homesick. He missed Newt so much. Thomas got up and sat on the bed, grabbing his phone. He was gonna try to call Newt again.

He waited and he lost hope when the fifth ring sounded but on the sixth, Newt picked up.

Newt: Hello?

He sounded hoarse.

Thomas: Hey.

Newt: What do you want, Thomas?

Thomas? He never call me Thomas.

Thomas: No 'Tommy' for me?

Newt: I'm busy here. What do you want?

Thomas bit his lip. The blonde sounded pretty annoyed.

Thomas: I miss you.

Thomas would have heard his heart beating at how loud the silence between them sounded. It was agony. Usually, Newt would have told him that he missed Thomas too but that was wishful thinking for now. He was about to speak again when he unmistakably heard Newt sniffle.

Newt: I - uh...

Thomas: Newt? Are you okay?

Newt: I-I have to go. Bye.

Thomas was speechless when he heard the other line went dead. Was Newt crying? If he was then this was even worse that he had imagined. He felt terrible and he wanted to be with Newt right now and comfort him, hug him, kiss him, tell him he's the most beautiful person Thomas had ever seen and he was extremely lucky to have Newt. So, he decided to jus fuck it.

Minutes later, he found himself driving to Newt's house. It was almost 3 PM so he was sure Newt's parents were still out and Newt's alone in their house. When he got to the driveway, he pulled over and literally jumped out of the car, running straight for the drain pipe. He was glad Newt told him where they kept the spare key.

He unlocked the door and stepped inside cautiously.

"Newt? It's Tommy." He called. Great, he was desperate to hear the nickname again that he just called himself that.

When no response came, he walked upstairs and headed for the blonde's room, which was slightly ajar. "Newt?" He called again before he stepped inside. He wandered around the room and saw Newt on the bed, his back facing him. Thomas walked cautiously towards the sleeping blond.

"Don't come any closer." Thomas slightly jumped from the voice. Newt was definitely not sleeping.

"Newt," Thomas started, "I miss you."

"You already told me that." Newt answered him passively.

"I know." Thomas whispered, "It's true though and all I want to do is hug you and fall asleep in your arms."

There was a lingering silence between them. Thomas felt a great weight on his body, it was agonizing and torture. All he wanted was Newt to face him and be okay again.

"Newt, please..." Thomas took a risk and stepped closer, even though Newt had no way of knowing, "I love you and I can't stand this. I need you and I'l be willing to-"

Thomas did not even get to finish his speech when Newt basically threw himself on Thomas and hugged him, making Thomas took a step back and the force. He hugged the blonde back when he finally found his balance again.

"Don't leave me." Newt whispered too silently that Thomas almost missed it.

"What? Leave you?" Thomas hugged Newt even tighter towards his body, "I'll never do that. I can't and I won't."

Newt sniffled against his chest and Thomas' heart broke. This was the very first time he saw Newt crying. Newt nestled into the embrace and started whispering "I love you"s and "I need you"s to which Thomas can't help but to just nod his head.

They stayed like that for a couple of minutes before Newt calmed down. Newt loosened his hold on Thomas and he chuckled while snuffling. Thomas bit his lip to keep himself from smiling like an idiot because although this was a serious situation, he can't help notice how cute Newt looked.

"Sorry." Newt croaked out. Thomas took his hand and led them to Newt's bed and sat down. Well, more like cuddle. Thomas scooted over and Newt sat in between Thomas' legs and rested his back on Thomas' chest. Newt took Thomas' hands and wrapped them around himself and fiddle with their fingers. Thomas liked this. He wanted this to be a daily occurrence because it felt so good.

Thomas was nodding off to sleep when Newt called to him.

"Yeah?" Thomas whispered, as he rested his chin on Newt's shoulders.

"I-I have to tell you something."

Newt got up from Thomas' chest to which Thomas desperately wanted to say no to. But before he can get his hands on Newt, the blonde turned to him and faced him. The look on Newt's face was pure hesitation so that would mean he was about to tell Thomas something very important. Thomas' heart started to pound against his chest when his head started to form evil thoughts. He's gonna break up with me.

"Newt, no, please." Thomas started panicking, "Let's talk about this. We don't have to break up." Newt looked up to him in confusion.

"Wha-no. I don't wanna break up." Newt said as a matter-of-factly. "You're the best thing that ever happened to me."

Thomas felt himself blush. Damnit.

Thomas only nodded and waited for Newt to speak up. Newt took a deep breath and bit his lip. Thomas grabbed Newt's hands and it made the blonde look directly at Thomas. He gave Newt a reassuring smile. "You can tell me anything."

"Okay," Newt started, "Years ago, um, I dated this kid named Alby."

Thomas eyes scrunched up in confusion. He thought Newt used to be dateless and refused to be tied down before him. Newt looked up at him and noticed the confused look and he chuckled a bit.

"I know. I kinda signaled that I don't do relationships but that wasn't the truth. Well, it was half-truth." Newt continued, "Alby and I dated for several months and I was really happy with him. He always made me laugh and he was so caring, funny and adorable... I guess I have a type." Newt looked up at Thomas and the brunette couldn't help but blush at the comment.

"Yeah, so one day. I was coming over his house and when I got there, I saw him having sex with two of his classmates." Newt looked down as he grew red all over. Thomas thought he was crying but the clenched hand Newt sported suggested that he was angry, not sad. "I loathed him after that. I broke up with him and broke his nose. I promised myself to be closed off as possible. I started getting drunk and sleeping around. I thought that this way, I don't get to feel anything and stay numb."

"Newt..." Thomas tried to comfort him.

"But, seeing Alby in school always made me breakdown and it would destroy my barriers. So I decided to just drop my flings back there and transfer to another school and just continue my dalliances in another one." Newt looked up at Thomas again. "Clearly that plan fell into shit as well."

Thomas can't gather every piece of information in one sitting. Newt's past was a closed topic whenever Thomas asked him about his other school before he transferred to their current school. Now he knows why and it broke his heart.

"You were afraid to be with me because you think I would just sleep with other people after you?" Thomas asked, his cheeks suddenly felt hot.

"No." Newt croaked, "I was afraid you'd break my heart too."

Thomas' heart and stomach dropped. Break Newt's heart? That was the last thing he wanted to do, hell, he never wants to do that!

"I love you." Thomas said a little too loudly. "I could never do that you!" Newt only smiled at him sadly. "Newt, the kiss Gally forced on me did not do anything. I love you and only you and I am so very satisfied to have you and only you. I need you. I want you. Only you." Thomas did not even realize that he scooted closer to Newt and they were only inches apart.

"I knew this was a bad idea." Newt whispered. "I knew falling in love with you would be difficult."

Thomas throat tightened. Was Newt really breaking up with him?

"I love you, Newt." Thomas whispered as he connected their foreheads together. "Please believe me." It was the truth. Of all the undecided and unsure things in Thomas' life, Newt was not one of them. Newt was a constant. A given. A gift. A love that Thomas is sure he can't function without.

"Then show me." Newt bit his lip as he looked hesitant towards Thomas and Thomas hated that look, "Show me how much you love me."