Mixed Feelings: A Michael Afton x Reader Story.

𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙩𝙮 𝙤𝙣𝙚 - 𝙙𝙞𝙙 𝙬𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮

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- chapter contains strong language and suggestive scenes!!

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"Y/N?!" My head shifts and I groan, trying to block out the noise.
"Y/N!!" Freezing fucking cold water gets chucked at my face- going everywhere. It sends my skin into a shocked frenzy- I can feel the goosebumps rising all at once, along with the water dampening my pillow and drenching my shoulders. 

I gasp dramatically, scrunching my eyes shut with my mouth agape. "What the?!" I sit up quickly and rub my eyes, looking over. Henry stands there with an empty glass and a weird look on his face. I try to catch my breath, rubbing my eyes and turning next to me like second nature.

"I made him go downstairs." Henry put the glass down, and everything from last night came flooding back. I completely forgot I slept in the same bed as Mike, and not with Liz in the spare room, or in my own home. I completely forgot about our conversation. "I told you not to sleep in the same room!"

I sigh, "sorry.." I feel like I'm having an argument with my dad. Except.. he's not my dad. More like a comfort parent or something- like a replacement of what my mom is supposed to be.

"You guys are too.. immature to be sleeping in the same room." Yeah, let's stick to that. "Let alone the same bed!"
"I'm sorry Henry!" I frown, "I'll come clean- we got really drunk last night, and-"

"Drunk?" Henry's hands come to his head stressfully. "Y/N, please say there was protection involved. Your mother would kill me if you got preg-"
"Henry!!" I yelp, my face red. "Nothing happened!!"

"Are you one hundred percent sure? You said you were drunk, and I've been drunk before!!" Henry laughs awkwardly, holding his chest. "You do bad things when you're drunk, that you'll either regret or forget the next morning!"

One hundred percent sure? I looked down, rubbing my face. Y'know, I can't recall what happened exactly. We had that sad conversation.. then we hugged a bit.. then I laid down and he was still hugging me..

Nope. My mind goes blank there. Oh man- what if he's right? Henry is wise.. what if something happened and I just can't remember it? Wait- no! It's fine.. uh..

"Oh. How lovely," Am I really having this conversation with Henry right now? Replacement of my mom, like I said, right..

"Uh- it's fine though, I think." Shit, that was the worst thing to say.
"You think?!"
I groan, rubbing my face and sitting up a little more. "It's fine.. really." I look at him, "what did Mike say..?"

"I haven't asked him yet." Henry turns and heads to the bedroom door. "Please say you're at least on the pill-"
"I'm all good! Henry!" I cover my face in embarrassment. Henry sighs shakily and walks out. What a way to wake up in the morning.

I shake my head, sighing. It's too early for any of this. I'll just.. ask Mike myself when I get down there, simple. I remember telling him not to try anything last night anyway- surely..

I quickly shower and end up deciding to wear some of Mike's clothes instead of Henry's. If I'm going to crash here for a while, I definitely need my clothes. First thing on my list today is going and packing some shit from home.. preferably when mom's not home.