Haunted (Alastor X Reader)

Chapter 15

"I hate packing."

"Doesn't everyone?" Alastor hummed.

"I'm sure, but that doesn't negate my annoyance." You chuckled softly.

A few days had gone by, the burlesque show was tomorrow night and you and Alastor were set to leave for Paris the day after. Al had come by every night, after his duties were finished or if he was certain he could get away with slipping away to see you. You didn't mind. You had come to expect and enjoy his visits.

He was currently sat on your bed reading one of your books, engaging in conversation when he heard your voice. Lucky guy wasn't in much of a hurry to do the same at home considering he could merely snap his fingers and have his belongings all ready to go. How convenient that must be.

"Alright..." you mumbled quietly to yourself. "Clothes and shoes done, now just makeup and toiletries."

"Why do you pack so early before leaving?" He asked, turning a page in the book he had been reading.

"Mostly because I don't like to scramble around at the last minute, this way I can run through a checklist and make sure I'm not forgetting anything." You explained. "Besides I won't have the time tomorrow. We're gonna be at the venue for a while, and I figured we'll stick around a little after the show and hang out. After we get back I'm going straight to bed so I can wake up at 5 in the morning to take our happy asses to the airport."

"I must admit dear," he began, marking the page in the novel and carefully setting it down on your nightstand. "I'm rather excited to see you perform." He said. Genuinely happy to see you do something you had missed so much.

You smiled softly and nodded at him. "Thanks. I'm excited too, been practicing a lot. I finally picked out an outfit too."

"May I see?" He hummed with curiosity.

"You will tomorrow night." You chuckled.

He rolled his eyes fondly as he smiled wider at you. "No matter, I'm sure you'll look positively magnificent."

Ding

"Ugh." You groaned. "Just one day of quiet is all I ask."

Alastor raised his finger to protest but you quickly interjected.

"You're fine, deer boy. I wasn't talking about you. Can you hand me my phone, please? It should be to your left."

He obliged, unplugging your phone from the charger and handed to you. "I suppose." He teased.

"Thank you~" you sang, a soft smile on your face. Alastor watched as your smile turned to a scowl as you opened your phone and looked at a message.

The 'dings' kept coming, about 4 or 5 after that one before finally stopping. Anger and a twinge of sadness etched in your features. It wasn't a look he had ever seen you make before, a look of being... Well, rattled.

After a moment, you locked your phone and set it down beside you. Sighing heavily and rubbed your temples with your fingers.

"What is the matter?" He asked.

"Asshat doesn't know when to stop running his mouth." You said quietly, your voice sounding fragile as glass as you spoke. You wanted to cry, mostly out of frustration. Changing your number and blocking him on social media only went so far until he made another account.

"Your ex?" He reiterated. You nodded and lowered your hands, clasping them on your lap as you stared over at the wall in front of you.