"Did you catch a cold," Newt asks, another sneeze escaping your mouth.

"N-no," you shiver, moving your feet to rest under his thigh, and curling even deeper into his side, trying to steal some of his body heat.

"Damnit," he whispers under his breath, lifting up a hand to rest on your forehead. "You feel warm," he mumbles, wrapping his arm around you tighter.

"No seriously I'm fine," you say, but then you sneeze again.

"I'll be right back," he says, standing up and leaving you a shivering mess on the couch.

"Where are you going," you ask in a worried tone, not wanting him to leave.

"Don't worry love. I'm just gonna go see if you have anything in the medicine cabinet," he looks back at you, smiling. You calm down a little, nodding your head once and leaning back into the couch, keeping your arms wrapped around yourself. He returned a few minutes later, a glass of water in one hand, and two small pills in the other.

"Here," he says, sitting back down next to you and handing you the water and pills. You toss them both in your mouth, taking a sip of water to wash them down.

"Bleh," you say, making a disgusted face, taking another sip of water to wash the taste away. (Is it just me or do you guys hate chalky pills to?) Newt chuckles, taking the glass of water from you and setting it down on the coffee table.

"So you wanna tell me about what's been going on," he asks in a bit more of a serious tone. He knew next to nothing about you and Jackson's fights, so it was probably a big shock to him when he drove up.

"That's just cruel. I'm sick and now your asking me," you accuse sarcastically.

"Ya well at least now you can't run off," he smirks at you, making your stomach do a summersault. Why did you have to fall in love with your best friend? The only reason you ever got with Jackson was because you knew Newt would never like you as anything more than a friend.

"Ugh," you groan, leaning your head on his shoulder once again. You sit there in silence for a minute, working up the courage to tell him everything and he seems to get that your gonna talk. "I honestly don't know where to start," you tell him truthfully, sneezing into your elbow.

"Ok well first of all how long have the fights been going on," he asks, leaning his cheek on your head, and running his fingers through your damp hair.

You sigh, wishing he hadn't shown up when he did. "About four months," you admit in a sad voice. "He would get mad at me anytime I hung out with you."

You feel Newts hand clench around your arm slightly and you flinch, once again remembering what had happened just an hour ago. Newt feels you shift next to him, and he immediately lets go of your arm, gently rubbing up and down as if soothing the spot he had grabbed.

"But I thought you only hung out with me when he was out with other girls," he scoffs.

"Apparently if I hang out with you it's wrong, but he can meet up with three other girls and run around the city and it's completely fine," you mumble. You can practically see the steam coming out of his ears.

"How many times has he hit you," he asks darkly after a minute of silence. You shiver next to him, thinking about the bruises.

"Only twice," you say in a shaky voice. "Once when I came home late that night me, you, Jacob, and Ashley went to that movie theater down the street. And when he came home drunk a few weeks ago. He kept saying that he saw me at the bar with one of his friends."

He lets a mix between a scoff and a sigh escape his lips. "(Y/n) why didn't you tell me? You know I would've beat the shit out of him in a heartbeat," he tells you as a joke, but your reply is serious.

"That's why," you tell him in a soft voice.

"That's not an answer," you tells you strictly, any amusement in his tone gone.

"Oh my god," you complain. "Newt I don't know, ok," you snap exasperated, standing up off the couch and spinning around to look at him. "I just- arg!" You turn away from him, your hands shooting up to grip your hair in your fingers. "I just didn't want to get you involved. Even though I knew it wasn't a healthy relationship between me and him, I didn't want to believe it," you say in a calmer tone after a minute. A deafening silence overtakes the room, only the sound of you and Newts inhales and exhales breaking it.

Suddenly you hear the couch creak, and arms are wrapped around your waist from behind. You lean back into Newts chest, sobs once again taking over your body. Newt spins you around in his arms, but you refuse to meet his gaze.

"I'm sorry. I just didn't know what to do, and I didn't want you to worry, so that's why I didn't tell you, but now your upset, and I don't-" he cuts off your frantic rambling.

"(Y/n) calm down," he whispers to you. "Hey look at me," he tells you in a soft voice, cupping your chin and gently raising your head. "It's ok," he whispers, his hot breath fanning out over your face.

Sobs and hiccups escape your lips as he backs up, sitting back down on the couch and pulling you onto his lap, causing you to straddle his legs. Your leaning forward against his chest, your arms wrapped around his neck, and crying into his shoulder. His arms are wrapped around your back, rubbing soothing circles with his hand.

"Shh. Shh," he whispers, leaving a gentle kiss on the top of your head.

"It's my fault. It's my fault," you whisper through your sobs.

"Don't even say that," he says in a stern tone, gently pulling your head away from his shoulder. "I don't know what he told you or made you think, but this is not your fault," he tells you, cupping your cheeks and wiping your tears away with his thumbs. You look at him, a broken expression on your face as tears continue to drip down your cheeks.

Suddenly a course of raspy coughs escape your lips, making you lift your elbow once again and cough into it furiously. Once the painful coughs subside your whole body shivers, causing you to once again lean into Newt.

"Come on. Lets get you up to bed," he whispers, moving one of your legs, and picking you up bridal style. Your still shivering in his arms as he walks up the stairs, making his way down the hallway to your room. Pushing the door open with his shoulder because it was already cracked open, he flicks the light switch on. His head turns towards your desk, momentarily pausing when he sees the glossy photo of you and Jackson. Shaking his head as if shooing away a fly, he walks over to your bed, laying you down on the soft blankets.

"Will you stay with me," you ask, almost immediately cringing at what had come out of your mouth. Why would he stay with you? He probably had things to do in the morning, and didn't have time to deal with your heartbroken self anymore.

"Sure, love."

Wait what?

"I said yes. I'll stay with you," he chuckles. Apparently you said that out loud. Seconds later he's crawling into your bed with you, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling your body to his. You tuck your head under his chin, trapping your arms between your chests while being careful of your bruised forearm.

"Hey, Newt," you whisper after a minute, curling deeper into his chest to steal his warmth.

"Yes," he mutters into your hair.

"Thank you," you tell him sincerely, another round of shivers overtaking you. He reaches around you, tucking the blanket tighter around your shoulders and wrapping his arms tighter around you.

"Your welcome," he whispers back, but it doesn't matter because your already fast asleep in his arms.

Hey guys! So there will be a part three of this! So if you like this story keep checking your updates! I'm sorry that I haven't been posting a lot lately. I had a lot of crap going on in my life there for a while, but now I'm starting to get back to normal. Please comment what you think, and please please PLEASE send requests! Im always more motivated to write if I'm writing a request!
Anyways peace out for now my fellow shanks. I love you all so much, and please stay safe and healthy!

Xoxo
Your girl, Annie