Emma Watson Oneshots/Imagines

Home Alone

(Y/n) and Michael were sat home by themselves since Emma had to go to an important conference for the day. Now, this is the first time (Y/n)'s been left at home with Michael by himself, because Emma had taken a break from everything in her career to have and take care of Michael for almost two years, since she started her break when she was around two months pregnant and came back shortly after his first birthday. 

But now that her break was over, (Y/n) had to stay home and watch him all alone sometimes, and today was the first day like that. Everything was going fine at first, since Michael's calm most of the time, but it all went downhill around noon. Michael was watching tv, and (Y/n) was making some lunch. 

When (Y/n) had come back, Michael was gone. Of course (Y/n) got very worried, although he couldn't have gotten out of the house, the doors were locked. (Y/n) knew Emma wouldn't hesitate to murder him if anything happened to Michael. 

He put the food down and went to go search for him, eventually finding him in Emma's home office. Michael was obviously looking for his mother, since she had spent a lot of time in here these past few days preparing for her conference. (Y/n) brought him back to the kitchen and gave Michael his lunch, before eating his own. 

Once the two were finished eating, (Y/n) got a phone call and left the room, leaving Michael with a piece of paper and crayons in front of the tv along with his toy cars. (Y/n) wasn't being very smart, since Michael never used crayons without Emma's supervision because she thought he would try to eat them. When he used them, Emma would help him draw since Michael didn't really know how to because he was still little. 

While (Y/n) was on his phone call, Michael was entertaining himself with the crayons, but he wasn't drawing anything. Turns out (Y/n)'s call took longer than he thought, and when he came back to where Michael was, Emma would be home in ten minutes. 

(Y/n) knew he was in for it when he came back to see Michael with many different colors all over his face and around his mouth, along with his shirt missing from his body. The boy's eyes were still fixed on the tv that was playing a mickey mouse episode, with a toy car in one hand, and a green crayon in the other. It took (Y/n) five minutes to snap out of it, and another five to put away the paper, the remaining crayons that weren't destroyed and slip Michael's shirt back on him, and even then it was backwards. 

The door unlocked, and Emma stepped in the house, seeing Michael transfixed onto the tv, and (Y/n) sitting next to him. The first thing she noticed when she walked over to them, was Michael's shirt was on backwards. "(Y/n), why is his shirt on backwards?" Emma asked, looking at him expectantly. "No reason. Thought it would be fun, you know?" (Y/n) told her, Emma not listening to any of that excuse.

She sat down next to him and saw Michael, the crayon colors still on his face and one in his hand. "(Y/n), what did you do?! You were supposed to watch him! Why does he have crayon all over him?!" Emma yelled, as (Y/n) winced, and got ready to explain. "I don't know. I got a phone call from my agent, so I left the room and turned the tv on for him, when I came back he looked like this, but only he was missing his shirt, so I put it back on, and now it's backwards." (Y/n) told her, as she looked furious with him. 

She didn't say anything, and just got up and left, taking Michael with her, and most likely going to clean him up. (Y/n) was most definitely in trouble, and probably never allowed to be at home alone with Michael ever again.