leave me. miles fairchild x female reader.

Chapter Seven.

A/N: this chapter includes a little bit of mature material involving sexual themes!

Chapter Seven.

Thursday, September 15th would be a day (Y/N) would always remember. She sat in her bed letting tears fall down her cheeks as she struggled with her loneliness. On one hand, she was overwhelmingly thrilled to be hanging out with Miles again but also miserable that she wasn't speaking to her mother. Her mother was her best friend. Her rock. Them being so close in age, Kate having been a teen mom, resulted in them forming a bond closer than any other mother and daughter.

Once the clock reached 2:45am and her tears had stopped flowing but still left glimmering stains on her cheek, (Y/N) silently rolled out of bed and onto her feet. She was careful with every step not to make any noise though she had already come up with her excuse if she was caught: She was just getting a glass of water! (Y/N) stepped gracefully over and over again as she darted through the close to pitch black house. Miles was already downstairs awaiting her arrival. He was just as excited to meet with her, though he wouldn't show it.

The railing leading the girl down the stairs to the basement was ancient and unreliable but she didn't know any better. The darkness became more black if that's even possible and she clung onto the railing for stability while stepping on the next stair down. It began wobbling and (Y/N) felt herself lose her balance. Before she could tumble down the stairs, maybe to her death, she saw the flicker of a candle and felt a strong hand on her waist, keeping her upright.

"Jesus. Are you okay?" Miles asked with a scowl, his face being lit by a singular candle that was accentuating his chiseled features. (Y/N) took a deep breath in and replied.

"Yea. Sorry. I'm so glad we didn't get caught." She sighed.

"Well you're going to if you stay at the top of the banister. Come down here." He said, assertively. (Y/N) obeyed and let him forcefully grab her hand in his. Miles' candle lit the way for the two to walk to an open room in the basement filled with candles. No lights were on, solely just fancy-looking candles.

"Can't we turn a light on?" (Y/N) hesitated to ask while taking a seat on a grey blanket Miles had laid out. The coldness of the basement floor escaped through the blanket and onto (Y/N) with a chill.

"They don't work down here. Plus candles look better and set the mood more."

"I suppose you're right. Um, Miles? I'm really sorry about my mom. I saw how upset you looked after your conversation with her. I guess I just wanted to ask if you're okay? And what happened? What did she say?"

"Nothing, it's fine. She just doesn't like me and that's perfectly fine with me. I don't like her either."

"I know but sneaking around like this is going to be difficult. Maybe we can work something out with her. Show my mom that you're not a bad influence on me."

"I am though and I like being one. It's fun to 'corrupt' you." He smirked.

"Don't say that, you weirdo." (Y/N) chuckled. Miles stared into (Y/N)'s eyes and tried to figure out exactly what was on her mind. Normally, Miles could guess and use that to mess with the person but with (Y/N), it was much more grueling.

"What do you want to do now? Wait, are you shivering? You're pathetic, come here." He said with open arms. (Y/N) was unsure but she inched closer. Miles soothingly ran his hands around (Y/N)'s back, pulling her in close to him and faintly kissing the side of her head. (Y/N) was confused, rightfully so, but hugged him back and relaxed in his warmth.

"You're more of a baby than Flora." Miles snickered.

"That is the most untrue thing to ever come out of your mouth." (Y/N) said sitting back and releasing from the hug.