To The End || Michael Langdon [AHS]

18| In that Moment.

Soon, with only a feet of space between them, the two teens found their rightful spot on the queen size bed. Both laid on their sides, one in a deep slumber, while the other was just lost in their own mind. 

No matter how hard he tried to, he couldn't sleep. All he could think about was Mae. How she was the only person to truly care about his well-being, and for him.

He watched the gentle rise and fall of her chest. His heart thumped in sync with the shallow breaths that escaped from Mae's mouth. Her shoulder length hair covered most of her face, and scattered around her pillow. The purple dye was something that took some time to get used to, but now that he's grown accustomed to it, he wanted nothing more to run his fingers through the soft locks. As he lightly combed his fingers through her pastel mane, Mae let out a small whine, before closing the gap between the two. Her head managed to find its place on his chest, causing Michael's heart to flutter.

He looked down at the sleeping beauty, and it was like he was truly seeing Mae for the first time. He hesitantly brought the girl closer to his heavily beating chest, and smiled when scent of her lavender-vanilla shampoo infiltrated his nose.

In that moment, something changed in the way Michael viewed his relationship with Mae. Whenever she talked, he clung on to every word. When she was near his heart pace quickened, and when she wasn't all Michael could think about was how long before he could see her again. He never understood why he felt that way. The change freaked him out at first. He found himself scared to see Mae while at the same time, excited. The feeling he would get when talking to her, or holding her hand was something he craved. Soon, he wanted to do more than hold her hand. It wasn't just his thoughts plagued by her, but his dreams. All started off innocent but as he grew older, those dreams turned into something more sinful making him wake up all hot and bothered.

It wouldn't be until Michael met Ben Harmon, who took it upon himself to tell the young man the reasons behind all of the small shivers and tingles.

It wasn't until he stepped foot in Murder House was when Micheal found out he is in love with his best friend.

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Finding comfort in the grip tightening around her, Mae felt herself relax in Michael's arms. She spent a few more minutes playing with the buttons of his black dress shirt. Her eyes would leave the silk material every couple of seconds to check their surroundings. Though she wasn't able to see anything, Mae could sill feel the other presence in the basement.

Growing up, the brunette heard of the rumors about the house, and was rather fascinated with the history. Her interest peaked when all members of the Harmon family died in different incidents. She knew all about the ghost stories, and supposed deaths that took place in the Victorian manor. Of course, she never was one to believe the ghoulish tales. But now, after dying at the hands of one of the many wicked spirits that resided in her home, Mae was a believer.

Her heart bashed against her chest at the thought of being in this house a moment longer.

Michael was able to feel the harsh thumps within her chest, as it was pressed up against his. This made him raise an eyebrow at Mae's sudden demeanor change.

"I have to go." She whispered.

When the words slipped from Mae's mouth, Michael's grip tightened as he had just vowed to never leave her again. "No."

But this didn't stop Mae from trying to wiggle out of his grasp. "Xavier is up there. So, is Eric and Amy. They could be hurt. This house- this house isn't normal, Mikey." She looked up at him with scared eyes.