Bittersweet ➳ Newt x Reader

Chapter Thirty-Two

Newts POV

Smiling softly as I listen to the other two's conversation, I open the door to the club, grinning a little.

Thomas looks around thoughtfully. I raise an eyebrow noticing him eyeing up some girls standing in a group, all wearing tight dresses that were a tad too revealing. No, wait, that's good. I think. Who knows, I just don't want to sound like a father scolding his daughter for her sex life.

My train of thought is broken by Thomas nudging me, "Y/Ns on the dance floor."

"Okay. Wait, where'd Minho go?" I hadn't noticed him walk away.

"To go get himself a one night stand," Thomas grins a little and points towards him, strolling over to the girls, smirking a little.

Okay, so maybe Minho is a bit of a player... but it doesn't matter to Thomas and I. We've just accepted we're lucky enough to know the other side of him.

"Want a drink?" Thomas asks.

"Sure," I smile. "I-"

He interrupts and grins, "I already know what you like. Go see Y/N, I'll bring the drinks over in a minute." He walks away.

Nodding, I head towards the dance floor but then stop in surprise.

She is there, with a drunken Jessica dancing nearby, as expected. But her lips were against someone else's.

Gally's.

He's holding her ass tightly, and she's pressing herself against him.

Suddenly she breaks away and her expression changes noticing me.

"No, Newt it's..." She protested but is cut off by something.

I turn, tears blurring my vision. I really thought she loved me. How could I be so stupid?!

I quickly stride out of the room, knocking into what felt like everyone on the way because of my lack of vision.

Once outside, I break down. Silently crying my eyes out.

Then I feel gentle, comforting arms around me. I lean into whoever it is, grateful for the support, as they stroke my hair, waiting for me to calm down.

Eventually breaking away, I rub my eyes before getting a good look at them.

Hannah.

"It's okay, she doesn't matter. You have me," She soothes.

I almost want to believe her. She sounds so caring, so kind.

But I tell myself no, she's just trying to manipulate me. Like she did before. Y/N helped me see the truth, even if she too was only using me.

"Go away, Hannah."

She frowns, "But-"

"I said, go away."

Her eyes narrow, "Get over yourself, Newt. She's not who you think she is. Now, why don't you make the right decision and come back to me, whilst you still have the chance, so you won't be lonely forever."

"No, you get over yourself, bitch," I hiss, before shoving past her and sprinting away. Thomas had driven us here. I'd have to walk home.

Rain starts to fall, soaking my hair and outfit. I don't care anymore.

Betrayal.

Hannah cheated. I thought Y/N was different.

I should've known...

I...

"Newt! Watch..."

Just as I look towards the voice, I see the car.

It hits me, causing an incredibly painful sensation, before blackness encases me, trapping me in its theoretical cage of unconsciousness.