Emma Watson Oneshots and Imagines Book Two

Monster

On one stormy night, everyone was quiet in the house, and nobody was awake. Except for one little boy named Michael. He woke up and glanced over at his closet and saw the door open, and an outline of something that looked like a very scary monster.

He got out of his bed and tiptoed to his parents room in his Spiderman pajamas, his favorite stuffed animal in hand. He opened the door quietly, a small creaking sound being heard, but nobody waking up from it. He crept into the room, seeing both of his parents asleep. Michael climbed onto his parents bed and squeezed himself in the middle of the two before turning to his mother.

"Mummy...mummy." Michael whispered, shaking his mother. Emma woke up, looking over at Michael. "Michael? Go back to bed baby, it's late. You need your rest." Emma told him, still groggy from being woken up. "I can't. There's a monster." Michael informed her, and Emma sat up on the bed. "Really? There's a monster? Where?" She asked, stroking her son's hair. "In my closet." He whispered, burying himself into his mother.

Emma wrapped her arms around him, and he just stayed in her hold, clutching the stuffed animal close. "Why don't we have daddy get rid of it? I'm sure he can do it." Emma proposed, Michael nodding, clearly frightened. "But it's scary." Michael told her. "I know, but I think he could do it." Emma shared.

"(Y/n), wake up!" Emma whisper yelled. "Hm...what? What's going on? Five more minutes Em..." (Y/n) muttered. "(Y/n), we need your help. You need to get rid of the monster under Michael's bed. This is a very important job. Only you can do it." (Y/n) smiled and got out of bed, turning the lights on. "Alright. I'll be right back." (Y/n) told them, leaving the room. Michael stuck his head out from his mother's shoulder to see him leave.

Emma played with Michael's hair for a few minutes before (Y/n) came back. "Did you kill it? The monster in my closet? Is he gone? He's very big and scary." Michael rambled to his dad. "The monsters gone Michael. He won't come back ever again. You're a very brave boy, just like Spiderman. He was there you know, he helped me." (Y/n) announced, knowing his son absolutely loved Spiderman, and the boy smiled. "He did?" Michael asked, his eyes going wide. "Yep. Spiderman fought the monster with me." (Y/n) told him, Emma looking amused. "Wow..." He whispered before yawning.

Michael leaned back into Emma, clearly not wanting to go back to his own bed. "Do you want to stay here with us or go back to your room?" Emma asked. "Stay here with mummy." Michael mumbled, his eyes slipping shut. "Alright then. Goodnight Michael. I love you." Emma hummed and lied back down with Michael in her arms. (Y/n) turned the lights back off, and all three fell asleep again, cuddled up with each other.