I really hope you enjoy it, and forgive any mistake... English isn't my first language.

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Percival sighed. It was not ideal to spend a Friday night at home, surrounded by work, but it was the only thing he could think of doing, although it was extremely boring.

He got up and went to the kitchen, needed something to eat, and take his head off all the numbers and worksheets that were on his computer screen. He loves his job and would not trade his accounting office for nothing, but sometimes all the numbers gave him headaches and tight deadlines irritated him more than anything else, but it had to be done.

Percival arched an eyebrow when he heard his cell phone ring, notifying him of a new text message. He was ready to answer things that were not very friendly to his client, if he were once again talking about how important it was that he not miss the deadline, and that the mulct would be high if Percival delayed, but that was not the case. In fact, an unknown number had sent a message that was, in the least, desperate.

'I need help. -N'

Percival studied the message for several minutes and frowned. He had no idea who the person was and no matter how much he wanted to help, how the hell would he do that? He decided to ignore the message, but two minutes later a new one arrived.

'Don't ignore me, P. I really need help! -N'

P? This person definitely knew that he was talking to Percival, after all, what are the chances that this person will send a message to the wrong 'P'? Percival tried to remember some acquaintance who had the name beginning with N, but he didn't remember any. The least he could do was know what was happening with 'N'.

'What happened?'

In less than a minute he got the answer.

'You happened! You made me come to this date!'

He was definitely an unknown person. Percival was never a matchmaker and would never force anyone to go on a date where one party would be uncomfortable.

'I'm so sorry...?'

'You'd better be!'

Percival arched an eyebrow. This person was irritating him.

'But I still need help. I'm about to have a panic attack here...'

This seemed serious, but Percival was divided. It is really true or is this person dramatic by nature?

'Is it that bad?'

'It's awful! It was supposed to be dinner, but he found someone, an ex-boyfriend I think, who called us to a party and how could I say no?'

He? Ex-boyfriend? Party? This was getting even more confusing. Apparently 'N' went on a date with a gay man and that means that 'N' is a man. A very insecure and antisocial man. Or just dramatic.

'Simple. Saying no.'

'What are you talking? Thomas is your friend! I didn't want him to think badly about me.'

'N' was insecure then and couldn't say no to people. Before Percival could formulate an answer, the cell phone rang again.

'The point here is: I'm at a party. Don't know anyone. Thomas disappeared. People are drunk here and I'm particularly afraid of the guy in the bar who's staring at me about half an hour.'

Okay, that sounded pretty serious to Percival. If it were him in the place of 'N', he would be very uncomfortable, although he did not let this appear. So he decided to say the most acceptable thing. Maybe it would be what the real 'P' would say.

'Forget Thomas. Go away.'

'The guy is coming. I can't move. I'm freezed.'

Percival arched an eyebrow and answered automatically.

'N, go away.'

'I can't.'

Percival frowned and gets back in the past texts. N said he was about to have a panic attack and currently, this didn't look like drama. N was having a panic attack right now and Percival needed to help him.

'Do you think my name is strange? The guy thinks.'

Percival didn't know what to answer for the simple fact of not knowing the name of the person. Then he decided to answer something that would not make the panic attack worse.

'No. Your name is... Cool.'

'Do you think 'Newt' is cool...? Are you alright? You never said that before...'

Newt? What kind of name was Newt? But Percival could not say anything, it was not as if his name was much better.

'Uh, I should have said that before, but your name is less strange than mine.'

'It's true.'

Percival could not help but think what the real 'P' name would be like, but he ignored the thought for now.

'Newt, are you okay?'

'Honestly? No. I... I need to get out of here, but I can't.'

Percival sighed, he needed to help Newt. So he saved all the progress he had made and went to the closet to change his clothes.

'Breathe and try to stay calm... Are you still talking to this guy?'

Newt took 5 minutes to respond and Percival was concerned about the delay.

'His name is Mats, and yes, I'm still talking to him. He's asking me who I'm talking to, and if you're more interesting than him...'

'Say you're talking to Percival Graves. Your... Boyfriend.'

Percival arched a brow at his own answer. Oh really? Boyfriend? Was that really the best thing he could think of? He didn't have much time to feel embarrassed, as Newt responded shortly afterwards.

'He wasn't happy with the answer and went to get me a drink. I'm afraid.'

This was getting more and more serious. Percival put on his coat and opened the door to his apartment. He would save Newt, even if he was a stranger.

'Don't drink. I'm going to get you. Where are you?'

The next thing Newt sent was a location and Percival realized that it wasn't so far from his apartment and decided to walk to the place.

He got a message from Newt when he was halfway there.

'Where are you? Mats is trying to make me drink and I... I don't know until when I can refuse. '

'I'm close.'

Percival walked as fast as he could to the address Newt had sent and didn't think twice before entering the house. No one cared that a complete stranger was entering the party and Percival couldn't be happier about it.

When Percival reached the middle of the room, he realized that he had no idea how Newt looks like.

'I'm here, where are you?'

Percival looked around, trying to find Newt and noticed a young man with the cellphone in his hand, answering a message quickly as he tried to put as much distance as possible between him and the guy at his side.

'I'm not seeing you.'

Percival read the answer quickly and looked back at the boy, who looked in every direction as if looking for someone. It was definitely Newt.

'I found you.'

Percival smiled, went to the boy, and when he was close enough, he said. "Newt."

The boy looked at him and seemed to lose his voice. Percival's smile subsided a little. All he didn't need now was that Newt's panic attack worsened.

"Who are you?" The guy next to Newt - Mats - asked.

"Graves. Percival Graves." He glanced quickly at Mats who raised an eyebrow, but seemed to understand that Newt's 'boyfriend' was there.

Mats snorted as he got up and left, leaving Newt alone with Percival.

"You're... Real." It was the first thing Newt said and Percival laughed.

"Yes I am."

"Where's Tina?" The boy looked around, searching.

"Who is Tina?" Percival said before he could think better of the answer.

He wished he had said something else, because Newt froze in place.

"Who are you?" Newt asked breathlessly.

Percival swallowed. He needed to calm Newt enough for them to get out of here without the boy having a heart attack.

"I'm the guy who's talking to you by message," Percival said quietly.

"No, I'm sending texts to Tina and--"

"You sent a message to the wrong number, but you seemed so desperate that I needed to save you." Percival stared at Newt and sighed with relief when the boy seemed to relax a bit and picked up his cellphone to verify the truthfulness of Percival's story.

"Oh, that's embarrassing," the boy murmured. "I'm so sorry."

"It's alright, let's get out of here."

Newt stared at Percival for some time, but got up and started walking toward the exit, but stopped at the door of the house when he realized it was raining.

"Hm, that's a problem," Percival murmured as he pulled off his coat.

Before Newt could say anything, the coat was being put on his body. He looked at Percival, who simply shrugged and left the house, not minding getting wet in the rain. Newt blushed and gripped his coat tightly, following Percival.

They walked in silence to the main street, where Percival called a taxi to Newt, who returned his coat and entered the taxi, telling him where to go and soon Percival was left alone in the street.

He sighed and walked back home. He needed to take a shower and go back to his worksheets and numbers.

When he was opening the door to his apartment, his cellphone vibrated.

'Thank you.'

Percival smiled at Newt's message and typed a quick reply.

'You're welcome.'

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