7 | Apologize

ummmm...i may or may have not used that gif in my intro....er....

Prompt: Newt and Tina get drunk and flirt with each other. Newt tells Reader to go away and leave forever, and the next day, Newt has to apologize.

Requested by @Liz07Taylor: Newt gets drunk and flirts with Tina (Tina is also drunk and flirts back) and tells Reader to go away and not bother them. The next day Newt apologizes to Reader (lots of fluff). 

Rated: PG-13 (kissing, drinking, etc.)

A/N: THIS IS NOT A SONG-FIC! I REPEAT, THIS IS NOT A SONG-FIC! That's mainly because I suck at them, and the song has nothing to do with the imagine (although I'm your local 1R trashcan). This is really short, mainly because I wrote it on my notebook first, and paper doesn't work well with computer text. Also, I've noticed that I've made Tina a little b**ch-y in my one-shots... I just want to state that I've got nothing against her, and I've got to admit, Newtina is pretty cute. Anyways, enough rambling from me, and let's get on with it!

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"C'mon, Newt, it's going to be fun!" Queenie whined, "A lot of people are going to be there!"

"Great job, you just decreased my desire to go even more," he grumbled, "I've got a book to write."

The two were standing in the living room, arguing. Queenie and Newt never argued, except for when Queenie had constantly begged that they and the others all go out to a bar.

Suddenly, Queenie's eyes lit up. She had an excellent idea. "How about," she began, "If you go with us and have fun, we can drag you out anytime we want. If you don't have fun, then we won't bother you again."

"You know, I could always lie."

"Exactly," she smartly replied, "but you're too honest and plus, I'm a Legilimens." 

Newt considered the offer for a moment. Then he said slowly, "Okay, I'll go, but you keep your promise."

Queenie clapped her hands together excitedly. "Great! Get dressed, we're leaving in twenty."

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Y/N took her curlers out, letting her loose (H/C) curls tumble down. Just when she was finishing her book in the Goldsteins' apartment, Queenie had burst into Y/N's room and said that they were going to a bar in twenty minutes. Hurriedly, Y/N had showered. 

Now, she was standing in front of the mirror, admiring her (F/C) dress that came down just above her knees. It wasn't very figure-hugging to her (thin/curvy) body, but it was attractive according to society standards. 

Y/N smiled, her red-painted lips curving upwards. Deciding that she looked fine, she got into (F/C) heels and made her way to the living room. 

Newt and the others were already waiting there. Jacob was adjusting his sleeves, and Newt was doing the same. 

Tina was sliding her hand over her smooth bracelets. She was wearing a pretty silver dress, while Queenie was wearing a shimmering bronze one. They both looked stunning, and Y/N's self esteem dropped from what it had been to zero. 

Queenie grinned when she saw Y/N standing near the door and exclaimed, "Oh, Y/N dear, you look lovely!"

"Thanks. Glad you think so."

 Her voice was laced with bitterness, and Newt could tell. He cleared his throat and said, "You really do, Y/N. You look beautiful--I mean, nice tonight."

Y/N's face burned, because she heard his mistake, and replied softly, "Thank you, Newt. So do you." Her insecurities faded a little bit, and regaining her confidence, said loudly, "I think we're all ready. Lead the way, Queenie."

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John Doe's Pub was an average no-maj bar on another street near theirs. Y/N was confused with the name, since she thought it was strange that someone's last name would be 'Doe', until Jacob explained that it was used as a no-maj name as a placeholder for someone's whose identity was unknown. But by then, she didn't understand why it was called that. 

No-majs are weird, she thought. 

Tina was also skeptical of why Queenie would choose a no-maj bar. Her excuse was, 'we're pretending to be normal people for a night'. Tina had rolled her eyes at this. 

The five walked into the building, stopping at the bar. 

"Ten shots of very strong whiskey, please," Queenie ordered, giving the bartender a sultry smile. He quickly got the shots, fumbling at the prospect of an attractive woman flirting with him. She gave him a wink, which made him turn even redder and went to serve a couple nearby. 

They all quickly downed the drinks. All except for Newt, who kept glancing apprehensively at the tiny shot glasses. 

Queenie, whose alcohol had begun to work its effects on her, giggled and said loudly, "Aw, Newt, stop being such a killjoy. Loosen up and have some fun." Some couples nearby looked uncomfortable at her loud voice, but returned to their tasks soon enough. 

Newt, unfortunately, still wouldn't drink it, making Queenie yell, "Oh, c'mon, buzzkill! I guess that this is why Hogwarts is 'Hogwash'!"

More stares, this time, and some glares. Y/N, who was from Hogwarts, would've been angry and would've exchanged some comebacks, and had the urge to do so, but now wasn't the time.. Queenie was going to embarrass them until Newt drank the whiskey. So she nudged Newt with her elbow and said in his ear, "Just drink it. She's going to keep on doing this until you actually drink it."

"You sure?"

"Seriously, it's not that bad. It just kind of burns your throat," she shrugged. Alcohol never really had much of an effect on her. 

Newt, hesitantly, lifted the shot glass to his lips, and sipped at it. Y/N could see him grimace, but he downed the second shot rather quickly and let out a satisfied sigh. 

"Not bad?" she asked, amused at his change in attitude.

"Not bad."

Queenie, thankfully, stopped with the rambling. Y/N gave a sigh in relief, and said to Newt, "Okay, I'm going to go meet some guys, 'kay? If you need anything, Tina'll be right there." She could see Tina nearing them, smiling. 

Y/N walked over to the opposite side of the bar where an attractive man was sitting, glancing at her every now and then. 

"A beer, please," she said to the bartender, not even looking at him. She was busy eyeing the man. 

She mumbled a quick 'thank you' to the bartender when he gave her the drink. The man was now getting up and heading his way towards her. He slid into the seat next to her. 

"What's a pretty lady like you doing alone at night?" he said seductively. 

Y/N twisted her head to look at the man closely. Darn, he was good-looking. He had tan skin, blue eyes, and soft-looking black hair. 

"I'm not alone, I'm out with my friends. However," she flirted back, "I'm glad I'm alone so that I can be with someone like you."

"Alexander Lopez," he introduced, taking her hand and kissing it. Frankly, Y/N thought that this motion was a bit old-fashioned, but she played along. 

"Y/N L/N."

"L/N, huh?" the man--Alexander replied, "You from (Y/A/C)?"

"You got that right," Y/N winked. "And you're from Spain, right?"

Alexander grinned. "Pretty and intelligent. Just my type."

"So, what do you do for a living?" she asked, after blushing. 

"Police officer."

"Writer." That wasn't a lie: Y/N was attempting to write her own book. 

They continued chatting for about thirty more minutes, until Y/N looked at her watch. 

Shit, she thought, It's already nine fifty! 

"Give me your telephone number," she said, "I have to go, but I hope we can get together sometime soon."

Obviously, she didn't want to get together with a no-maj. But maybe he would be good in a one-night stand. 

Alexander gave her his number, and then Y/N set off towards Newt and Tina. However, she stopped in her path of motion as soon as she saw what they were doing. They were kissing.

A strange feeling gnawed at her heart, but she didn't quite understand what it was. She pushed it away, and laughed and continued walking to them. 

"Come on, guys, I think you've had a little too much to drink," she chuckled. 

Her friends only continued making out. 

"Um, guys, we've got things to do tomorrow, I think--"

"Go away, Y/N," Newt groaned, "Nobody wants you here. I really don't care if you die anyways."

And then Y/N couldn't hear anything after that. She remembered, her ex-boyfriend telling her to go kill herself, she remembered her parents abandoning her... 

Newt laughed a sinister laugh behind her.

"I'll go, and I promise you, you won't have to see my face everyday ever again," she hissed.

Little did he know that she actually meant it, as she ran out of the door, tears streaming down her face.

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Newt woke up groggily, with a terrible headache. He looked at the clock: 10:50. Goodness!

Trudging to the kitchen, he groaned, "Oh, goodness, my head hurts."

When he opened his eyes, he was met with a fuming Queenie sitting at the table, with a shame-faced Tina, and a concerned-looking Jacob.

"Serves you right," Queenie hissed, "And you too, Tina."

"I'm sorry, Queenie, I was drunk, I didn't know that he said that to her!" Tina was protesting, but her eyes were full of guilt, and she was obviously very sorry.

Queenie glared at Newt, who was scratching his neck. Suddenly, the memories rushed back to him at once, and he could only scold himself mentally. 

"I-I'm sorry, I really didn't know what I--"

"You told her to go away and kill herself," she spat, "Thanks to my Legilimency, I heard all of her thoughts, and trust me, they were not pretty."

"I can't believe you, Newt," Tina said, then added after a dirty look from Queenie, "I could've stopped you, yes, but I could barely hear you. But telling her that nobody cares about her? That's just--that's just rude."

"Now," Queenie said, leaning forward to give a stony stare at Newt, "You have a choice. You can find her and--"

"Wait, what? She ran away?"

Queenie rolled her eyes. "Yes, and as I was saying, you can go apologize to her."

"And where is she now?"

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Y/N sniffled, rearranging her furniture once more. Maybe she should just kill herself, since nobody cared about her, like Newt had said. 

She heard the doorbell ring, and she was surprised. She hadn't ever told Alexander her address. But she was delighted. She wiped her tears away, plastered on a smile, and opened the door. 

Her smile instantly dropped. 

"I thought that you didn't want to see my face anymore, Newt," Y/N said coldly, shutting the door, but Newt flicked his wand and it opened back up again. 

"I-I'm sorry, Y/N, I didn't--"

"You didn't meant to tell me that if I killed myself, nobody would care?"

"I was drunk, I really didn't mean it!"

"Sure, nice excuse," she hissed back, "Just go away, please. Leave me alone. You have no use for me, and I'm just a burden for people around me."

Newt sighed, "I don't think you're a burden. I think that you're--that you're--"

"That I'm what?" Y/N asked, out of curiosity, since he had blushed. 

"That you're lovely," he mumbled. 

Y/N's face became flooded with heat. "You--you really think that?"

"Yes, and I'm here to a-apologize," he said, taking her hands in his large ones. "I'm sorry I said those things to you, I didn't mean it."

His expression was genuine, so she replied, "And I'm sorry for overreacting. It's just that my parents abandoned me, and my ex told me to kill myself."

Newt surprised her by awkwardly putting his arms around her. She melted into the hug. "Then he rejected an amazing and beautiful woman," he said. 

"Thank you," she whispered, kissing his cheek. 

And that was how Y/N forgave Newt Scamander.