I loved you so [Willry/Helliam] - OLD VERSION!!

Chapter 5 - It's Freddy

Henry's PoV:

My heartbeat got faster as William gently put his lips on mine and I returned the kiss, closing my eyes.

I gave a fuck on Jelena.
I gave a fuck on her selfish attitude.
Right now I just wanted to kiss my best friend, a male, a fucking man.

Softly William lay his Hand on my cheek, the other grabbed my hips and pulled me closer to him or rather said on his lap. I felt every touch of him, his fingers stroked above my skin, giving me a satisfied feeling. I noticed William's hand that glided under my shirt, slightly pushed it up. He slowly pulled away from me, staring into my eyes.

"Man, I just want to fuck you right now", he purred.
"W-wait, what?", I asked blushing. He laughed: "Just joking."
But his eyes said somethings else.

"O-okay...", I just said. "Hen, that was the best kiss I've ever had... And the first", William grinned, "But what about Jelena? Are you gonna end your relationship now?" I nodded, pressing my lips together. "Don't be sad, okay? I hate to see you like this", he grumbled, turned me so that i was sitting with my back to him and wrapped his arms around my waist, hugging me from behind.

'I bet he can do other things from behind too...' Wait, had I really thought that? No, couldn't be me...

"I love you so much", William whispered and leaned his head against my back. "Mhm...", I made. I didn't know if I loved him. I mean, okay, I kissed him one moment before - and it felt fucking good - but does this really mean that you're in love? Man, it felt rude to answer 'mhm' when someone tells you that he loves you but I also didn't wanted to lie.

"We are not going to tell this anyone okay?", I begged. I felt William nod. "Yeah... No problem." I took William's hands and linked our fingers. His hands were rough and calloused, but I liked the feel of holding them.

After a few minutes of just sitting and hugging, William sighed. "Where not a couple, right?" I hesitated before answering, but then replied: "No. Not yet. Give me some days, okay?" "Of course. Take your time", he said.

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William's PoV:

My pulse was still high as I held Henry in my arms. I quietly heard his heartbeat and felt the warmth of his body. "Henry?", I asked. "Hm? What is it?"

I stayed quiet for a moment, then I asked him: "Did you ever build any robots? Or thought about building and placing them in... a sort of restaurant?" Henry looked at me questioningly. "Uh yeah. I'm making little robots. I already have a little purple bunny animatronic at home. I can show him to you one day, how does this sound?", he answered and smiled broadly.

"I would love to! Well, what I was getting at is... Do you want to build some together? And... Well... It will take time, especially until we get the money together, but that we build our own restaurant?", I asked.

Henry stared at me in disbelief. "Are you serious? Our own..." Suddenly he laughed out loud. "As long as you continue to participate, of course!"

I exhaled in relief. "Good. Maybe we can just find an old building that we can buy. We don't have to build a completely new one right away", I added. Henry nodded. "Sounds good."
The good thing was that Henry and I were both already 20 and 21, which meant that we might make a better and more serious impression. I thought that would definitely help us.

"Great, now I want to show you my blueprints," I accused him, playing annoyed. He raised his hands in disapproval and defended himself: "Hey, it's not my fault!"

We both laugh. "But come on, I'll show you." Henry got off my lap and offered his hand to help me up. I took it and got up.

"Follow me," I instructed Henry. I went ahead and led him to the basement where my workshop was located. "Looks like a bomb went off," Henry said as we entered the room. I kicked some cables out of the way and looked around.

Henry was right: Cables, metal plates and screws were piled up everywhere, servomotors lay on the workbench and fast food boxes and empty beer bottles stood in the corner. "You drink?" Henry asked. "Well... yes. I do. Sometimes," I replied. In fact, I really didn't drink alcohol often. I just never put the bottles away...

"So, where are your sketches?", the ginger haired man asked. "Oh, they're right... uh...", I walked over to the workbench and pushed the chaos aside, "right here... That's where they should be..."

I finally got my hands on the papers with the plans and I made Henry clear that he should come over. "Here, look. This is the normal endoskeleton. Looks a little creepy, I know, but the costumes are going to hide it. Somewhere back there, I think, there's a prototype head", I explained, pointing randomly in one direction showed.

"You seem to know your way around your 'kingdom' perfectly", he smirked. "Yeah, yeah, I know I should clean up", I admitted. Henry scolded me: "Yes, you should! How can you even work here?"

I instantly regretted bringing him down here. "You're not here to complain, but to look at these here," I reminded him, waving the blueprints. He sighed. "Okay, then continue showing", he said. I turned the page and revealed a sketch with a bunny costume.

"Hmm", Henry made. "I called him Bonnie. Bonnie the bunny", I explained. "Oh, how creative. You just have to change the O with a U and it's pronounced like bunny. But I like the design."

I showed the next page, Chica the Chicken. "This is Chica. Yes, Chica and her little useless cupcake Carl", I pointed on the little plate which Chica held with the small fellow on it. "Why does he have teeth? Is he supposed to bite the nose of naughty children?", Henry joked. I chuckled: "We need someone to punish them!" Henry raised his eyebrow and smiled crookedly.

"Anyways, this is Foxy." I turned the page again to present Henry

'Mhm... Could you please stop being so minimalistic?'

"That's definetly a Freddy", Henry commented, "Freddy... Fazbear!"

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Just as an explanation: The original four are there too, because I kinda based it on FNaF 4. Because also if you don't see (fixed) Freddy, Bonnie, Chica and Foxy in the mini games, the kids still know about them (Like the masks, the plushies or the nightmares C.C has/had), which means that they are somewhere, you know?

Uh, why are people still reading this...