Thomas woke up in the morning with a massive headache. He rubbed his eyes and sat up, groaning as everything from the night before came back to him. He instantly felt his face heat up in utter embarrassment as he got out of bed. He wanted to see if Newt was still there. He made his way to the living room, stopping when he did in fact see Newt asleep on the couch. He almost took up the whole thing. Thomas never realized how tall he was until then. He was on his stomach, the blanket wrapped around him. Thomas forced himself to look away, he was not going to creepily watch Newt sleep.

Thomas swallowed his embarrassment and fought his urge to leave. Instead, he went to the kitchen and decided to make some food. Thomas was no cook but he could do the basics. He decided eggs were a safe bet and he had half a carton left in the fridge. As Thomas started cooking he felt a little better. He could blame most of the stupid stuff he said on the alcohol. He remembered a majority of the night but of course his memory was fuzzy in some spots. It honestly depended on Newt's reaction to it all. His heart was pounding in his chest as he waited for the blonde boy to wake up. The whole thing could go one of two ways, Newt could be mad or he could be amused by it all and Thomas desperately hoped for the later. He liked Newt, he didn't want shitty vodka to ruin it for him. He cooked three eggs before he heard something behind him and jumped. He let out a breath when he saw it was Newt.

"Why are you so jumpy?"

Thomas was at a loss for words so he just shrugged.

Newt ran his fingers through his bed head before smirking. "You had a good night last night huh?"

Thomas groaned and face palmed as he turned back to the eggs. "Stop, I know I made a complete and utter fool of myself."

Thomas could practically hear the smile in Newt's voice. "I'm curious though, what picture do you have of me on your laptop?"

Thomas stiffened. He forgot he told Newt about that. His drunk self really was untrustworthy. He felt his face burn red as he tried hard to focus on the eggs.

Newt was laughing behind him, he heard the scraping of a chair and assumed he sat down. "You're blushing so hard your ears are red."

Thomas finally turned around. "Because that's literally humiliating!"

Newt shrugged as he turned his phone on. "It happens."

"Yeah it happens, but you don't tell them about it."

"So does that mean I don't get to know what picture it was?"

"No! I'm not showing you it ever."

Newt stuck his lower lip out in a pout. "Well that's just not fair."

"You weren't supposed to know!"

Newt turned his phone around. "You haven't checked snap yet, but look how cute your little drunk ass is."

Thomas felt the heat rise to his face as he saw the picture. It was the one of him asleep on Newt's shoulder. Newt was smiling. Despite it being embarrassing, Thomas kinda liked the picture.

"Are you just gonna make fun of me for the rest of my life?"

Newt nodded. "Probably." He eyed the eggs that Thomas was pouring onto a plate. "Some of those for me?"

Thomas nodded as he walked to the small table and put the plate between them. He handed Newt a fork before sighing and looking at him. "I'm sorry about everything, or whatever I was saying last night."

Newt thought for a moment as he put a forkful of eggs in his mouth. "Does sober you also think I'm confusing?"

Thomas pursed his lips before nodding. "Yeah you're kinda confusing."

"Hm," Newt said as he put his fork down. "I guess I thought my flirting was a little more obvious than it was."

"Maybe I'm slow to catch on."

Newt huffed a laugh as he ate more eggs. They were quiet for a moment until Newt cleared his throat.

"Just like I told you last night, if you invite me places, I'll come....and I'll take you on a date if you want."

That took Thomas by surprise. "What?"

"I'll take you out on a date."

"Seriously?"

Newt laughed. "Don't look so shocked Tommy."

"I honestly had no clue if you were into me or not," Thomas admitted as he stole some eggs from Newt's side of the plate.

Newt rolled his eyes. "Why do you think I took you on the motorcycle idiot?"

"So I'd think you're badass?"

Newt snorted out a laugh. "No, so you'd think I'm cool...and so you'd have to hold onto me."

Thomas made a face which made Newt cross his arms and lean back. "You can't say anything, you jerked off to my pictures."

"Stop!" Thomas yelled as he covered his face again. "Please never bring that up again."

"Nah, I think I need to talk to you drunk more. You tell me the most interesting things while under the influence of alcohol."

Thomas flipped him off which made Newt laugh.

Thomas started clearing off the table, scraping off the plate and putting it in the sink.

"Maybe we should just go slow," Newt said as he watched Thomas clean up.

"What?"

"Like whatever we're doing, we should just go slow, don't rush it if that makes sense."

Thomas thought it over before nodding. "Okay, yeah we can go slow. Slow it is then."

Newt kept messing with his hands, it was almost like he was nervous about something. "Hey Tommy?"

"Yeah?"

"I'm not good with the whole, going out on dates stuff, but I'll be cheesy for you if you want me to."

Thomas felt his heart flutter as he sat back down. "You don't have to be cheesy for me."

"So you're not into candle lit picnics and long walks in the park?" Newt had a slight smirk on his face so Thomas knew he was joking.

"Unfortunately no...seriously don't think too hard about it."

"Easier said than done."

Thomas ran his hands through his hair. "You got stuff to do today?"

Newt shrugged. "Band practice later."

"You wanna watch a movie?"

"Is it weird if I ask you if I can use your shower first."

"No, you can take a shower."

Newt stood up and stretched. "I didn't shower after the show last night, I'm still kinda gross."

"There's towels in the cabinet," Thomas said as Newt just gave him a thumbs up and disappeared down the small hallway.

Thomas headed to the couch, taking Newt's blanket and folding it up. He went to his bedroom next, he could hear the shower water turning on. Thomas stripped off his pajamas and put on a clean pair of sweatpants. He threw on a t-shirt and cleaned up his room a bit from his drunken antics. He instantly decided he liked having Newt there. He liked Newt, he liked Newt a lot.

Thomas grabbed his phone off the dresser before heading to the couch to wait for Newt. He finally checked his notifications. There was a text from Lizzy saying "are you demanding ransom for the safe return of my brother or do you plan on just keeping him forever?"

Thomas huffed out a laugh and texted back. "Imma keep him for a little bit, he's kinda cute."

He opened the snapchat, smiling when he saw the picture of them again. Despite Thomas being passed out drunk, it was cute. He screenshotted it, about to put his phone in his pocket when another text from Lizzy came in. "Don't get him pregnant."

Thomas shook his head before texting back. "None of that is going on omg."

Newt appeared in the living room a few minutes later. He was wearing Thomas' clothes still. He hopped over the back of the couch like it was a hurdle and plopped down next to Thomas. He smiled as Thomas jumped.

"The fuck was that for?"

"Dramatic effect." Newt laughed as he combed through his wet hair with his fingers.

"You're so weird." Thomas shook his head as he turned on the TV.

"What are we watching?" Newt asked as he put his feet up on the coffee table.

"What do you want to watch?"

Newt through for a moment before his face lit up. "Do you watch Game of Thrones?"

"Yes but I'm only on season three."

Newt dramatically gasped. "That's just a bloody sin! Put it on we're watching it." Newt sighed. "Am I gonna have to educate you on everything?"

Thomas just shook his head but put it on anyways.

As the episode loaded up, Newt put his arm on the back of the couch behind Thomas. It took all of Thomas' willpower not to lean into him.

They were quiet as they show started. Newt made little comments through it like how Robb Stark was hotter than Jon Snow and how Sansa annoyed the shit out of him. Thomas had to stifle his laughs when Newt literally yelled at the characters on the screen as if they could hear him and he hadn't seen the show before.

About halfway through Newt dropped his arm down so it was around Thomas' shoulder. Thomas wasn't expecting it so he jumped a little bit which made Newt huff.

"Is this too fast for slow?"

Thomas shook his head. "It's fine."

Newt smirked at him. "Good cause I really wasn't planning on moving."

Thomas rolled his eyes but leaned into him more.

Newt rubbed his thumb back and forth across the exposed skin on Thomas' arm. It was slow but it was driving Thomas crazy. He was trying to focus on the show but all he could think about was the fact that he was fucking cuddling with Newt.

Thomas let his head fall on Newt's shoulder again.

Newt pulled his phone out of his pocket, sending a text before opened snapchat and nudging Thomas gently.

"Smile for my nosy sister."

Thomas just stuck his tongue out instead which Newt copied. He saw Newt save it before sending it to his sister.

"You're gonna have so many pictures of me," Thomas said as he smiled up at him.

Newt smiled softly. "That's not a bad thing."

"See that was obvious flirting! That's how you flirt and make it obvious!"

Newt rolled his eyes. "Shut up, it's not my fault that you're oblivious. Minho and Teresa knew! Lizzy said it was obvious too! I mean for fucks sake, I invited you over to my house, I texted you literally all the time!" Newt shook his head. "See look, now you just missed like fifteen minutes of plot because you were criticizing me."

"You were distracting me!"

Newt flicked him in the forehead.

"Hey!"

"What are you doing tomorrow night," Newt asked suddenly as he turned his head to look at him.

Thomas shrugged. "I don't know, nothing as of yet."

Newt but his lip and nodded. "Okay you're busy at seven."

"Am I now?"

"If you wanna go on a date you are."

Thomas couldn't stop the smile from spreading across his face. "Yeah I wanna go on a date."

Newt hummed and turned back to look at the TV. They watched the rest of the episode. When it ended Newt took his arm back and stood up.

"I gotta go okay? Band has to practice today."

"Yeah alright," Thomas said as he got up to walk him to the door.

"Hey, I'll wash these and give them back to you next week." Newt motioned to the clothes he was wearing.

Thomas nodded as he watched Newt grab his pile of clothes from the night before, he put them on the coffee table before motioning for Thomas to come closer.

When Thomas did, Newt put his hand on his jaw and pressed a soft kiss to his forehead before pulling away. Thomas swore that his heart almost stopped.

Thomas felt his face heating up but Newt just smiled at him.

"Slow right? I'll see you tomorrow night."

"Y-yeah," Thomas stuttered out. He didn't know why literally any contact from Newt made his brain stop working. Maybe he just wasn't expecting it.

Newt picked up his clothes and left then. Thomas took a few steps backwards and flopped onto his couch. He opened his phone again to a snapchat from Lizzy. It was her holding a condom saying "I got protection if you need it".

Thomas just sent her a picture of the stupid dopey smile he still had on his face with the caption "I have a date tomorrow".

She sent back a picture of her smiling with a thumbs up saying "atta boy!".

Thomas switched to his messaging app and called his sister. She picked up on the third ring.

"I'm hoping that you're calling me because you have interesting drama and not because you broke your dish washer again."

"Hey be nice or I won't tell you."

"Okay okay sorry spill."

"I have a date tomorrow."

There was silence for a few moments before a high pitched scream of "you have a WHAT?!" almost blew out his eardrum.

Thomas cringed as his ear throbbed. "Thanks for that, and a date with unfairly sexy WICKED guitar player Newt."

"Oh my god!" Rose took a few deep breaths. "I honestly thought Lizzy was just letting you hang with them because she wanted to bone you. No offense brother but Newt is way too hot for you, how did you manage that one?"

Thomas scowled into the phone. "Hey you're supposed to be helping me not criticizing me."

"Okay okay I was half joking, but seriously he asked you out?"

"Yeah he took me home slept over and in the morning we talked about us then watched TV and he told me he'd take me out."

"Well you move fast."

Thomas facepalmed as he realized exactly where his sisters brain went to. "Not slept over like that, I was drunk, he slept on the couch and left like ten minutes ago. He told me that we should take it slow."

"That's actually...cute."

Thomas let out a breath as he tugged at his hair. "I like him, a lot."

"You're welcome, see forcing you to hangout with me got you literally the hottest guy in probably the entire world." Rose made a weird sounding noise. "I can't believe you get to hangout with them, I think this is the only time in my life I'll ever be jealous of you Thomas."

"They're really cool people."

"I bet they are...I was serious when I meant you have to take me to like every show."

Thomas huffed out a laugh. "You act as if they're The Beatles or something."

"Okay WICKED may not be topping the charts yet but they will be, like seriously have you taken a break from staring at Newt long enough to actually listen to the songs."

"Yes! I listened to the album on spotify."

"They're good, like so good."

"I'm aware."

"Where's your date gonna be at?"

"I don't know, he didn't tell me."

"Well, don't fuck this one up. Newt is so much cooler than your last boyfriend, actually scratch that he's better than all of them."

Thomas rolled his eyes. "Stop obsessing over him."

"I knew him first shut up."

"See now you're making me regret telling you."

Rose laughed. "Just like you regretted coming to the pub with me? Own it Thomas, you love me."

"You're alright."

"I'm meeting up with Addison so I have to go but you better call me with more developments."

"Developments?"

He could hear his sister sighing. "If you start dating the guitarist of my favorite band, I better be the first to know."

"Okay. I'll talk to you later."

"Bye Thomas."

The line clicked dead and Thomas let out a breath.

A new notification popped up on the top of his screen. It was from instagram saying "@WickedNewt has requested to follow you!"

Thomas felt himself smile as he requested it and followed Newt back. Newt's instagram was different from the band's page. He had a lot of pictures of him and Minho and almost every other picture was of one of their cats. He posted a few videos of him just playing the guitar and there were a couple pictures of him on Teresa's back. Thomas felt himself smiling as he shamelessly stalked the blonde boy's page.

A comment notification popped up and he clicked on it, laughing when he did. Newt was obviously stalking him too because he commented a drooling emoji on a picture Thomas posted of himself a few months ago.

Thomas went back to Newt's page, scrolling down and finding a picture of him on stage. He was playing his guitar and it wasn't the best quality but he looked happy. Thomas commented "where can I get this as a poster for my room?" on it.

He got a few more notifications, Lizzy, Teresa and Minho followed him too. He followed them all back. For some reason it made him happy, it made him feel like he really did belong with them.

Newt was cute and different and sweet and even though he had just left Thomas wanted to see him again.

Thomas let out a sigh as he looked at the ceiling. Tomorrow night couldn't come soon enough.
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