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Thomas hated his life for as long as he could remember. He always believed that he could have a better life than the one that was offered to him and that feeling of emptiness always stood in the way of any form of happiness. It was very selfish if he was to think about it because his life had always been relatively good. As a kid, he had everything he would ever want handed to him on a silver plate. It was after all one of the advantages of having rich parents. When he grew up, he studied at the best schools, got the most sufficient education and eventually got a great job that paid him well.

And yet anxiety ate him from the inside.

"Earth to Thomas."

"What?"

"It's 4am, close the damn light, put the papers away and go to your bed."

"Not happening." Thomas shot back at his sister, Teresa. The girl let out a sigh escaped her lips as Thomas turned to the next page. Thomas loved Teresa but she just couldn't understand how important this was for him. He sighed and continued reading.

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Newt had always loved his life. He didn't have the best childhood but he had a family that he loved, some great friends and of course an amazing job. Art had always fascinated him but he never had imagined that he would be considered good at it. At least, not good enough to be paid for it. So yes, for Newt's standards, his life was pretty wonderful.

Except this Christmas.

He despised this Christmas.

If this year's Christmas was a person, he would shoot them right in the face.

"Is it a bird? No, no it's a plane!"

"It's obviously Superman." Newt snickered with irony"They are in a bloody dress!"

"Superman could be gender-fluid you know."

"What about planes?"

"Air resistance?"

"I will murder you in your sleep."

"That is sororicide and you go to jail for it."

"Worth it." Newt replied as Sonya punched his arm playfully. With another sigh, the boy took the painting and threw it at the couch. "Let me try again, it has to be perfect."

"Relax, Thomas isn't returning any sooner than the 27th."

"So? I might show it to him on Skype. Now shush, and pass me the yellow."

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"It's five, you psycho. Why was I woken up at five? Why do n one care about my beauty sleep?"Minho groaned as he, Thomas and Teresa past the gates of the airport."Like, I honestly hate you with a burning passion."

"We can continue this on the plane."

"Good because I'm not done with  you!"

Thomas just ignored him. He had promised himself that he would make it back to London on time for Christmas but as his eye landed on the clock, that plan seemed flawed. As I said, Thomas had always disliked his life and thought of it as more dull and dark than what it actually was. Yet three years ago, his point of perceptive had changed completely since another person entered his life. Now that person was miles away about to spend their Christmas all by themselves and Thomas just couldn't let that happen.

Even if he had to swim his way to Newt.

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Newt laid in his bed constantly changing his position and sighing. He thought of calling Thomas but he'd probably be in a meeting and Newt wouldn't want to bother him. He grabbed his phone and checked his messages. None. Well, he wasn't very sociable but that was just plain rude. At the end of the day, it was Christmas and everyone deserved a little love. He groaned at that thought and dialed his sister's number.

"Hello?"

"I'm gonna go see him."

"What the hell?"

"I just need to buy a plane ticket."

"Newt, it's Christmas."

"Exactly."

"And it's raining."

"So?"

"So, if you feel lonely just drop by my house and don't go on an eight hour flight to see your boyfriend."

"Sonya--"

"Don't Sonya me. I'm coming to your place, just give me a sec."

"You really don't--"Newt was cut off by the bell ringing as the line went dead. He stared at the phone with confusion before heading towards to door. If Sonya had arrived in such a short time, Newt would be truly impressed. The boy chuckled at that thought and opened the door.

"Hey." Instead of his sister, Newt found his boyfriend with a suitcase in one hand and a lily on the other soaking wet"I should have really listened to you about the umbrella."

Newt looked at him with awe"What are you doing here?"

"It's Christmas!"

"You don't say."

"Shut up,"Thomas told him"I meant that it's Christmas and I love you. And I know I don't say that often because I'm not good with words and all but you're the only person who I can truly look at and say that I love them-Teresa too but I hate her at times."he added"You make me feel like a lucky person and I want you to feel the same, to feel loved."

"What about your meeting?"

"I stayed up all night working on some papers, they'll be fine."

Newt laughed once more and gave him a peck on the lips."Come inside you bloody idiot."

"You don't have to ask me twice."

I'm sorry if it sucked, I'm sort of taking some stuff so I can't think properly right now and this was sort of last minute and yeah....Merry Christmas.