Roommates (A Conan Gray x Fem OC)

conan's pov

the apartment was quiet, save for the faint ticking of the clock on the wall. i sat on the couch, my phone in hand, scrolling aimlessly through news articles. the sun had set a while ago, and the city outside was dark, save for the glow of streetlights and the occasional car passing by.

millie was late.

i glanced at the clock again—9:47 pm. she was supposed to be back by now. i told myself not to worry, that maybe she'd just lost track of time or stayed to chat with emily after their shift. but still, the uneasy feeling gnawed at me. she wasn't one to stay out this late without letting me know.

i sighed, tapping my fingers against the arm of the couch, debating whether to call her. my phone screen lit up as i opened our messages. the last one she'd sent was hours ago, just before her shift ended: "heading out soon! love you <3"

i typed out a quick "everything okay?" but didn't send it. i stared at the screen, my thumb hovering over the send button, when the sound of the front door slamming open made me jump.

"millie?" i called, standing up as she rushed inside.

she didn't answer. her face was flushed, streaked with tears, her eyes wide and glassy. she looked—terrified. her breath came in shallow gasps as she stumbled past me, her arms wrapped tightly around herself, and headed straight for the bathroom.

"millie!" i said again, more urgently this time, following her.

she slammed the bathroom door shut before i could reach her. the lock clicked, and a moment later, i heard the unmistakable sound of retching.

my heart sank. "millie?" i said, knocking gently on the door. "what's going on? are you okay?"

there was no reply—just more vomiting, followed by a heart-wrenching sob that tore right through me.

"millie, talk to me," i pleaded, pressing my palm flat against the door. "what happened? are you hurt?"

still, nothing. just her broken sobs and the sound of her struggling to catch her breath. she sounded like she was spiraling, her gasps sharp and uneven, like she couldn't breathe properly.

"millie, please, let me in," i said, trying to keep my voice calm even as panic started to grip me.

silence.

i tried the doorknob, but it wouldn't budge. "millie, open the door," i said again, a little more forcefully this time. "please."

still no response.

i leaned my forehead against the door, my mind racing. she was crying harder now, her sobs almost choking her, and i felt utterly helpless.

"millie," i said, my voice breaking. "please, i'm here. just let me in. i can help,"

when there was still no answer, i stepped back, running a hand through my hair. i felt like i was losing it. i couldn't just stand here while she was falling apart on the other side of the door.

"millie!" i said, louder this time, practically banging on the door now. "let me in!"

but all i heard was her sobbing, her breath hitching between cries.

i paced back and forth outside the bathroom, my hands shaking as i tried to figure out what to do. i couldn't force the door open—not without hurting her by accident—but i couldn't leave her in there like this either.

"millie," i said, my voice softer now, almost desperate. "please, talk to me. you're scaring me."

there was a long pause, and for a second, i thought she might finally say something. but then, another wave of sobs broke through, and i felt my chest tighten.