Stealers (Newt x Reader)

Chapter 6: Closure

A/n- this is a slight filler chapter so basically nothing crazy will happen its just a build up for the story. I mean I hope it's still alright though, cheers :) x 

I woke up with the usual morning glade light pouring down on me, a glorious warmth spreading across my body as the sun continued to rise. I didn't want to open my eyes, the sun would be a little too much to handle. I noticed the breeze. And the sound of the working glade that was more noticeable than it usually was when I woke up in the homestead. With a heaviness that sunk my heart, I realised I wasn't in the usual bed that I had in the homestead but on the edge of the deadheads. Alone. The warmth the sun left in me disappeared and a shiver escaped down my spine. I brought my legs closer to my chest and wished that I could forget and just go back to sleep. Eventually, I did. 

Minho's POV 

I sat eating breakfast, watching (y/n) sleep on the edge of the deadheads. After last night I told everyone to let her sleep, let her calm down from the events of the night. Newt hadn't got up out of the homestead yet either. I couldn't help but feel like this was my fault. I was to blame for them to not even be able to get up, eat, bathe. Stop, I thought it's only been a night they should be fine. I knew I was overthinking but can you blame me? I looked away from her and back at the eggs in front of me. My appetite had vanished. 

"What a show last night," someone sat themselves down beside me and laughed. It was Thomas.

"What?" I questioned.

"Newt and (y/n). I can't believe it happened like that it was crazy," he shook his head slightly and laughed again, as if talking about a scene of a TV show he'd watched. I couldn't remember TV shows that I had actually watched myself but I knew they were out there somewhere. Or they used to be. I turned my thoughts back to what Thomas had said.

"You're talking as if you don't know these people, as if neither of them matter to you," I turned to him, "This is you're doing. And mine. We should both feel guilty." Thomas frowned and a look of guilt did spread across his face, almost like it had been there the whole time but he wanted it hidden.

"Sorry. I just wanted to take it as an opportunity and not look at the negatives of it," he shrugged drinking whatever was in the cup he held. I turned back to my food and shook my head. Not in a way that said I didn't agree but I was unsure, I did see what he was saying but I couldn't hide the guilt as easy as he could. It was partly my fault that these two people who I cared about were hurting. Could I really continue being that selfish? Newt was one of the best people I knew. But I should be able to go after something that I want, right? I didn't want to think about it anymore. Thomas seemed to realise I wasn't up for talking anymore and took his food over to Chuck, leaving me wondering whether he was a positive opportunist or an insensitive shank. 

(y/n)'s POV 

After waking a couple times throughout the day again, I finally decided to heave myself up. I needed to talk to Newt properly, without nearly the whole population of the glade watching. The thought sent an uneasy feeling to my stomach though and I grew anxious the closer I walked towards the homestead, hopefully he was around there. If not I could check the gardens. I walked through the trees, avoiding open areas where people could see me so they didn't distract me from the task in hand. I didn't want to speak to anyone anyway. I looked at the trees, dry and a dark, branches curled up like fingers clawing to grab something, reaching for something to latch onto, survive. I felt myself doing the same. Never did I think I would be able to emotionally associate myself with a tree. Pathetic. I laughed to myself, surprised I could even still conjure up humour. The waves of doubt dragged them back down, and I was once again filled with fear of seeing Newt, like an itch right in the middle of my chest that I knew I couldn't get rid of. I carried on through the dense wood. 

I arrived at the edge of the trees that were closest to the homestead, looking for someone who would know not to ask how I was and would know where Newt was. I saw Alby coming out the homestead, his usual look of seriousness plastered on him as if he was deep in thought. I ran over.

"Hi sorry if I'm interrupting some thoughts," I smiled and he shook his head, telling me it was okay. "Have you seen Newt? I need to talk to him." He looked away from me and back towards the homestead. He'd already given me his answer but I knew he was still contemplating whether to actually tell me. 

"He's in the homestead, hasn't got up yet so I decided to give him the day because... Well, you know," he seemed to get a little awkward and I just thanked him and walked away. I knew he wasn't so good with situations like this so I wouldn't waste my time pouring my feelings. I didn't feel like doing that until I saw Newt anyway. I made my way up the stairs, trying to stand on the points where I knew they wouldn't creak. I passed Gally and a few other builders on the way up, ignoring the look that told me they knew what had happened last night. Knowing them, they probably loved having front row seats to our argument last night. And then I was there. Stood outside his door. I felt my hands get clammy, wiped them on my trousers. Felt my heart rate increase, my breathing become shaky. Could I do this? A million scenarios played out in my head of what could happen when I open this door. I nearly convinced myself to turn, walk away but I came this far and I couldn't turn back now. I knocked lightly on the door, a grunt coming from inside telling me I could enter. I grabbed the door handle, held my breath and opened the door. 

When Newt saw me, he shot up, a big part of me hoping he was excited to see I had come to him. 

"What are you doing here? I told you to not come and see me," he snapped at me. I took a step back, his words like knives that I didn't expect. I could've ran out right then but I held my ground and somehow mustered confidence from somewhere inside me. I needed to talk to him.

"I need to talk to you. I need to know where we stand, maybe explain some things." He turned away from me and sighed. "And I don't want to just shout and argue," I added.

"Good. Because I don't have the strength," He muttered.

"You know I love you," I suddenly didn't know what I actually had to say, I hadn't planned what I even wanted to come from this conversation. 

"I love you too. More than anything but you've shown what you're thinking right now," the pain in his eyes was obvious and it made my heart ache for him.

"But Newt you know tha-"

"Do you even want to be with me?" He interrupted me, holding his finger up, telling me to stop talking.

"Of course I do," I felt the emotion in the words. I truly did. 

"Okay," He smiled but it dropped as quickly as it appeared, "Only me though? So you have no interest in being with anyone else here?" I didn't say anything. I couldn't. No one came to mind but I knew that if I said yes I would be lying. I looked away, trying to avoid eye contact. The silence stretched out and I felt a million miles away, trapped in the sadness that I could be losing what me and him have. I looked back at him and his eyes bore into mine, bringing me right back to where I was. I knew he knew what I was thinking as he closed his eyes, he put his hand over his eyes, hiding any tears that may be forming behind it. 

"Then leave. I have getting out of the maze to focus on, something the rest of you should be doing too," his voice was barely a whisper, shaking only slightly due to the emotions and tears building in him. He lay his head back on the pillow and I knew it was pointless to try to carry on the conversation. As I turned and walked out I felt the tears sting my eyes and again fall. I brushed them off with my hand but they were replaced every time. I pushed past Gally's friends ignoring their comments about me and Newt being over. Gally told them to shut up and to leave me alone, which was out of character for him but I had other things to think of right now. I ran out of the homestead, deciding to find Minho before he went out into the maze. Maybe it was him I needed right now.