Distanced | Newt x Reader

eight

Your eyes fluttered open to find yourself entangled in Newt's lap. One of his hands were resting on the back of your neck and his other was grasping your own hands tightly. His chocolate brown eyes looked down upon you, a small grin appearing on his face.

"Hey, beautiful," he smiled, letting go of your hand and bringing his own to your face, brushing stray strands on hair out your eyes.

The only thing you managed to do was weakly smile. You knew you looked far from beautiful at this moment but yet he still found you attractive. God I love him. So this time when you smiled up at his perfect face, you truly felt happy, wanting to reach out and grab it but you knew you were too weak for that. Newt moved his hands from your face and tangled them with your own hands once again. Your eyes darted from his face to your bandaged arms and then then searched around you. You were in some sort of abandoned shopping center.

"What happened," you croaked out, letting go of Newt's hand and began playing with his fingers.

A small smile appeared on his face and he began to speak, "Well, you bloody passed out on me and I freaked out. Minho calmed me down and urged us to get out. Fry quickly grabbed some bandages and we were off. We met up with Thomas and got the shuck outta there. We ran until we got into this place."

"And you held onto me the whole time?" You questioned, still fiddling with Newt's hand.

"Well yeah, I wasn't going to leave you alone," he stated as if it were obvious.

"You dumb shuck! How could you do that to yourself. Your leg must be in so much pain right now. You didn't even know if I was going to wake up," you scolded, feeling slightly guilty. You tried to pull yourself out of Newt's grip but he held you tightly, making it clear that he didn't want you to leave.

"Bloody hell Y/N, I would never leave you," he replied, moving his head closer to your own and kissed your forehead, "You're too special. But bloody hell you scared me."

You felt yourself blush and brought your arm up to his face, ignoring the pain that shot up and down it. You wiped the stray tear that had slid down his face. The two of you stayed staring into each other eyes, being grateful that you were finally together at last.

"You helped me, you should know. I thought of your touch, your warm smile, your lips, everything about you.While he was," you stopped for a moment, pulling your arm away from his face and ran your fingers over your bandages, "While he was..."

Newt quickly grabbed your hand and intertwined his fingers. Tears well in your eyes as you stared up at him, he loved you so much and you would forever be grateful.

"I love you so much," you sobbed as you began to play with his fingers again.

"Good that because you're the love of me bloody life!" He exclaimed, kissing the top of your head.

Those seven words made your heart flutter. He was truly, madly, deeply, in love with you. The boy brought his hands to your face and wiped away the tears that had slid down your cheeks.

"Love, can I ask you a question?" He asked after a few moments of him playing with your hair and you playing with his fingers. You didn't know how or why but your hands always found their way to his own.

"Of corse," you smiled as you felt him pull you closer to him.

"Why do you always play with my fingers or my hair?" He asked, looking down at your hands that were fiddling with his own.

You thought for a minute. You've never even asked this question yourself. He was just so comfortable and loving. Touching him made you feel happy, safe. After a minute of silence you finally answered his question.

"Because, Newt, you're my home."