byler oneshots

06 - no matter what

*summer after freshman year*
*mike and will are already together*
*will pov*

I lay on my bed next to Mike as we listen to the cure, my body pressed against his and his arms around my waist. He occasionally kisses the back of my head which makes me smile, and I squeeze his hand tighter under the pile of blankets resting on top of us.

I hear the door open, but our bodies stay close. A few months ago I would have jumped up and tried to act natural, but a few weeks ago I told mom and Jonathan about us, so we don't bother hiding anymore.

"Mom? Jonathan?" I yell, not hearing my mom call my name like usual. I get no response in return.

"Hello?" I yell once more. Just as I am about to get up and see who it is, my dad swings the door open. My dad. I haven't seen him in over two years, and now he's in my room.

His eyes shoot from me to Mike and then back to me as his jaw tightens and his fists clench. Before he can say anything, I push him out the door and shut it, leaving Mike alone in my room.

"What the fuck are you two doing in bed together?" he asks, gripping my arm in his rough hand.

"We - we were just listening to music!" I say defensively.

"Oh yeah?! Listening to music with our arms around each other? I always knew you were a fucking queer." he screams, his face only inches from mine.

"Let go!" I yell back, trying to escape his grip.

"Oh so you're a man now, huh? Well real men don't like boys. Your mom really failed you. I leave for two years and come back and your in bed with a boy." he scoffs, only holding me tighter.

"Please stop!" I scream. I can hear my door open and whip my head around to see Mike.

"Mike, go home!" I yell, tears burning my eyes.

"Let go of him! You're hurting him!" Mike screams at my dad.

"Now your little boyfriend came to save you. So fucking pathetic. Tell your mom to call me. She owes me money from the divorce." he yells. Just as I think he's about to leave, he turns around and swings his fist as hard as he can, hitting me directly in my eye. He just laughs and leaves the house as I fall onto the floor.

"Will! Will are you okay?! Will, talk to me!" Mike says, coming and kneeling down at my side. He sits all the way down and lays my head in his lap as I sob.

"My dad he - he always said it was wrong to be gay. He used to call me bad things all the time and he's r - really upset that we're together." I sob into his chest.

"Will, I'm so sorry. You can't let your dad get to you though. I love you and nothing he or anyone else says will ever change that." he says, lifting my head up to face him. I see his face drop.

"Will, your eye is bleeding and bruised. Can I help you clean that up?" he asks, helping me stand up. I simply nod as he leads me to the bathroom where I sit on the side of the bathtub. He grabs a small towel and runs it under cold water before wiping the blood off my face. He sits down next to me and keeps the towel pressed against my eye as he kisses me softly on the cheek.

"I'm so sorry that he did that to you. I can't believe that you went through that when you were a kid. Why didn't you tell me?" Mike asks, taking the towel slowly off my eye and trying not to hurt me.

"He told me that if I told anyone that he would hurt me even worse. I really wanted to tell someone, but my mom and Jonathan couldn't fight back and we were just kids." I say, tears running down my face.

"God Will, I'm sorry. You deserve so much more. You deserve the world." he says, my cheeks turning red from his words.

"Thank you, Mike." I say, pressing my lips to his.

"I love you. I always will. No matter what." Mike says quietly.