Roommates (A Conan Gray x Fem OC)

millie's pov

i wake up to the soft sound of his breathing, steady and slow, and the warmth of him beside me. the morning light spills through the curtains in thin streaks, painting faint lines across the bed and his face. his lashes are long, dark against his skin, and his hair is messy, sticking out in every direction from how he slept. there's something so unguarded about him right now, something that makes my chest ache. he looks peaceful, but there's this lingering shadow in the way his brows are slightly furrowed, even in sleep. i can't help but wonder what's running through his dreams, if he's carrying the weight of whatever hurt him even now.

he's still clutching the little koala i gave him, his fingers loose but still holding onto it like it's some kind of lifeline. it's the tiniest, most endearing thing, and it makes me feel this overwhelming need to protect him, to keep him safe from everything that's ever made him feel small or not enough.

my hand moves before i can stop it, brushing lightly over his hair, smoothing some of the wild strands down. he stirs a little at the touch, his nose scrunching up briefly, but he doesn't wake. i'm glad for that because i don't want to break this moment, don't want to interrupt the quiet between us. i'm content just watching him, soaking in the little details i'd miss in the chaos of a normal day—the way his lips are slightly parted, the faint freckles scattered across his cheeks, the softness of his features when he's not trying to hold himself together.

then, slowly, his eyes flutter open. he blinks a few times, disoriented, and then his gaze finds mine. for a second, he just looks at me, his expression unreadable, and then the corners of his mouth lift in the faintest smile. "morning," he mumbles, his voice rough with sleep.

"morning," i reply, my voice soft. "how are you feeling?"

he stretches a little, his arms reaching out before curling back against his chest, and he lets out a small sigh. "better," he says, though his tone is hesitant, like he's not entirely sure if it's true. his eyes meet mine again, and there's this vulnerability in them that makes me want to pull him close and never let go. "thank you, by the way. for, you know, everything last night."

his words are quiet, almost shy, and i can tell it's hard for him to say even that much. "you don't have to thank me, conan," i say gently. "i'd do it all again in a heartbeat. i'd do anything for you. anything."

he doesn't respond right away, but the way his eyes soften tells me he's heard me. i reach out and take his hand, squeezing it lightly, and he squeezes back, his grip warm and grounding.

we stay like that for a while, the silence between us comfortable. then i remember the ice cream i stashed in the mini freezer last night, and a grin spreads across my face. "so," i say, sitting up slightly, "how do you feel about ice cream for breakfast?"

he looks at me like i've just suggested the most ridiculous thing in the world, but then he laughs—a soft, quiet laugh that makes my heart do this stupid little flip. "are you serious?"

"dead serious," i reply, already swinging my legs over the side of the bed to grab the pints. "life's too short not to have ice cream in bed, conan."

when i come back, he's sitting up against the headboard, the koala still nestled in his lap. his hair is even messier now, and there's this sleepy adorableness to him that makes me want to kiss him all over again. i hand him a spoon and a pint, and he takes it with a small, grateful smile.

we eat in comfortable silence for a bit, the only sounds the clink of our spoons and the occasional hum of appreciation. but then conan sets his ice cream down, his expression turning serious. "millie," he starts, his voice quieter than before, "there's something i need to tell you."

his tone makes my chest tighten. "what is it?" i ask, setting my own pint aside.

he hesitates, his fingers fidgeting with the edge of the blanket. "it's about my dad," he says finally, his voice barely above a whisper. "he texted me yesterday, before all of this happened."

i don't say anything, just nod for him to continue. i can see how hard this is for him, the way his shoulders are tense and his gaze keeps flickering away from mine.

"he called me worthless," conan says, the words tumbling out all at once like they've been trapped inside him for too long. "and spoiled. he said my songs are shit and no wonder my ex dumped me. he said i'll never be good enough for anything or anyone."

his voice cracks on the last word, and my heart shatters into a million pieces. i'm frozen, my chest heavy with the weight of his pain. "and the thing is," he continues, his eyes shining with unshed tears, "i think he's right. i've been trying so hard to prove him wrong, but maybe i'm just... maybe i'm just not enough."

i can't hold back my tears anymore. one slips down my cheek, and then another, and before i know it, i'm crying right along with him. "conan," i whisper, my voice breaking. i reach out and pull him into my arms, holding him as tightly as i can. "he's wrong. he's so, so wrong about you."

i feel his shoulders shake against me, his breath hitching as he tries to keep himself together. "listen to me," i say, my hands moving to cup his face, forcing him to look at me. "he's wrong. you are not worthless, not even close. you are one of the most talented, kind, and incredible people i've ever met."

he's crying now, tears spilling down his cheeks, and it breaks my heart even more. "you don't see it, but i do," i continue, my voice trembling but steady. "you're brave, conan. you're strong, even when you feel like you're not. you make people smile with your music, with your laugh, with just being you. you're enough. you've always been enough."

his tears soak into my shirt, but i don't care. all i care about is making sure he knows how much he means to me, how incredible he is despite everything his dad has tried to make him believe.

"thank you," he whispers after a while, his voice hoarse. "thank you for... for everything. for being here. for believing in me."

i pull back just enough to look at him, my hands still framing his face. "i love you, conan," i say, the words coming out so easily it surprises even me. "i love you so much."

his eyes meet mine, and for a moment, i see something shift in them—something softer, something lighter. "i love you too," he says, his voice steady despite the tears still glistening on his cheeks.

we stay like that for a while, just holding each other, until the morning light grows brighter and the world outside starts to wake up. eventually, we pull ourselves out of bed, getting ready for the day ahead. but even as we go through the motions, i can feel the weight of what he shared with me, the depth of his pain and the strength it took for him to let me in. and i know, without a doubt, that i'll do everything i can to show him just how much he's worth—to me, and to the world.

BOYS AND GIRLS IS SO GOOD

ALSO ITS 12:30AM RNN <33