Emma Watson Oneshots and Imagines Book Two

Curfew

Michael had gone out with Ben and Daniel for the night to go to the baseball game. He had permission from his parents to go, but only on the condition to be home by ten PM. He had agreed on that and left the house. Currently, it was 10:15, and he wasn't home yet.

"He's not answering the phone." Emma mumbled, hearing the automated voicemail. Michael always had been too lazy to record his own. Emma left a voicemail, telling him to call her and get home soon. (Y/n) had tried to call him a few times as well, but he got the same voicemail. After another fifteen minutes, both parents were growing more worried by the second. "Where is he?! This has never happened before! Bonnie and Dan don't even know where they are!" (Y/n) exclaimed, his hands trembling as he gripped onto the counter. "I'm going to call Sadie. Maybe she knows where he is." Emma decided and called Sadie

"Sadie, it's Emma. Have you seen Michael at all this evening?" She asked, a frown on her face as the phone call went on. She thanked Sadie and hung up soon after. "She hasn't seen him. She said last time he called he was on his way home." Emma told her husband. "He was on his way home, he didn't sneak off somewhere. Did she say when that was?" Emma nodded. "Nine thirty or nine forty-five? He was coming home, which means he didn't run off somewhere or make a change of plans. He told me he was going to the baseball game with Ben and Daniel. If he was coming home then, why hasn't he gotten back yet? It's not that far from here." She reasoned, starting to think.

"I don't think he's still on his way. Something must have happened." (Y/n) thought aloud, both of them sharing a look. "Oh no! What if he's dead?! Or hurt?! Or both?!" Emma shrieked worriedly, pacing around the living room. "He's not dead! He probably went to a friend's house!" (Y/n) reasoned, trying to convince both her and himself that. They were broken from their thoughts when (Y/n) got a phone call. They raced to his phone, seeing an unknown number.

"Hello?" He answered. "Is this (Y/n) (L/n)?" The person on the other side asked. "Yes, this is he." He responded. "Your son is Michael (L/n), correct?" The person continued, and he agreed. "Yes, that's him." He confirmed, taking Emma's hand in his. Emma gave him a look, silently asking what was going on, and he shook his head telling her not to worry. "We have him here at the station. He isn't in trouble, don't worry. Can you come pick him up?" The person asked. "Yeah. We'll be on our way!" (Y/n) agreed, and they got in the car.

When they arrived to the police station, they saw Michael with the officer inside, along with Ben and Daniel, accompanied by Bonnie and Dan. Emma gave him a glare, still not knowing what had happened and assuming he had gotten into trouble, and he just looked down at his feet in shame. "What happened officer?" Emma asked. "There was an accident on the highway, nobody was hurt. These three were in the collision, driving home from the baseball game." The officer explained, gesturing to Michael and his friends.

"Is anyone in trouble?" (Y/n) questioned, seeing if they had to pay for any damages or anything. "No, the other offender has been apprehended. Drunk driver. They were following the laws, and the drunk driver's car collided with theirs." The officer continued to explain, Emma not listening to anything and sitting down next to Michael, who was obviously still in shock. "Who was driving?" He asked again. "I was. We took my car." Michael answered quietly, speaking up for the first time since they had arrived.

His breathing was uneven and he was all shaky, and Emma wrapped her arms around him, pulling him into a hug and kissing all over his face. He rested his head on her shoulder, closing his eyes for a minute.

Once everything was settled, they got in the car and went home. Nobody said anything, just taking in what had happened. "I'm sorry." Michael whispered once they got home and in the house, causing both parents to grow confused. He hadn't done anything wrong, so why was he apologizing. "For what?" (Y/n) asked.

"I should've been safer. If I hadn't gotten in the car, nothing would have happened. And I missed curfew." He explained, sitting down on the couch. "Michael, it wasn't your fault." Emma mentioned, sitting down next to him and pulling him into a hug. "But I was trying to get home fast, I wasn't going to be home at ten like you wanted. That's why I made us get on the highway, it was faster." He continued. "Nobody was hurt, you're fine, your friends are fine, everything's okay. We aren't mad at you." (Y/n) assured, and he shook his head, trying to disagree. "But I ruined the car! I didn't even have it for that long and I've already destroyed it." He groaned, going to say something else before Emma stopped him.

"We're both glad you're okay. We'd much rather have you be okay than a car. We can replace the car, but we can't replace you. You aren't in trouble, everything's fine. Don't blame yourself, it wasn't your fault. The driver was drunk, and you were following all the driving rules. This isn't your fault." Emma whispered to him, and he nodded. She always knew just how to calm him down. She kissed his forehead before telling him to go to bed, he gave both his parents a hug and he went upstairs for the night, ending his hectic night.