More than friends (Michael Afton x Reader)

I woke up in Michael's bed, after yesterday spending the whole day with him yesterday. We talked, having a tea party with Elizabeth in the treehouse, it was so fun. Elizabeth was so funny.

The morning wasn't quiet, Elizabeth whining downstairs, not wanting to go to school. Fuck. It's a school day. I slept at Michael's, mother must be so worried. How do I explain where I have been to her? Oh god. Oh fuck. I don't skip school or really be late.

Yelling came from downstairs. "Michael! Get ready now, you are going to make me late for work again."

"Just go to work then, I'll find my way to school with Elizabeth," Michael yelled from somewhere else in the house.

"I'm not walking to school!" Elizabeth whined more. "I don't want to go to school. It's boring and I don't understand it." She cried.

"Michael, don't make me regret trusting you to walk yourself and Elizabeth to school." Their father yelled up.

"If I offered to do something I'm not going to then not do the thing I offered to do. Get yourself to work before Henry starts worrying." Michael spoke back, closer to his room now, his voice was grained with tiredness and low. He cleared his throat.

Michael entered his room.

I rolled to face the, Looking up at Michael. His damp hair dangled in front of his clean face. His vest revealed his rashy and bruised arms. He had boxers on with a tight band around his waist with words on them. My cheeks flushed pinkish, before lowering my view down to his legs. His long legs held a few scrapes and bruises. His back was covered, not allowing anyone to see it.

"Morning." I smiled, sitting up properly in his bed.

"How did you sleep?" He asked, falling on his bed.

"Fine, besides the yelling." I sighed. "I should be getting home soon. I have school today."

"The yelling is normal, just a normal day," Michael told me as if it never bothered him. He turned to face me, gripping my hand, "Skip school with me." He got close to me.

"But-"

Michael tightened his grip on my hands and looked into my eyes with the most beautiful colour of eyes. Soft blue eyes with hits of gem green. What a gorgeous combination for eye colour. "Who said you need to go home? We can just head to the arcade with Elizabeth."

"But I have school and my mother must be so worried about me and-"

"Don't worry about that, we can do our plan. We can hurry to take your brother and head to the arcade."

"But I need a shower and clean clothes."

"I have a bathroom and I have clothes. Problem solved." Michael smiled. No. No problem solved. I don't want to use someone else's bathroom.

"No, that is weird." In his house. I will smell of him and it will drive my mam crazier, but going home and see how disappointed my mother would be in me. Go home and deal with my mam lecture about being around Michael and not coming home or having Michael showered me with care and have fun.

"I'll take you home, but your mother might not approve of us hanging out together."

"Fine..." I sighed, knowing I had little choice.

After a shower and getting dressed in Michael's clothes. I made his clothes suit me. He gave me tight leather trousers which rested around my waist with a belt, a baggy black shirt that was tucked in but was still loose and baggy, and one of his leather jackets. Unless someone was up close, nobody would truly know that I wasn't wearing a bra.