Life was surprisingly looking up.
William had a friend who cared about him, was nice, and spent time with him. It helped numb the pain for a while.
The pain that had tightened his chest for so many years now would lose its punishing, tight grip when he was with them.
Spending time with them did a better job at that than even alcohol.
He wanted to be around them all the time, but that was obviously out of the question. So he'd just have to settle for this. Though, they're going to have to return to work pretty soon, so he's not going to be able to see them for another week or so.
That's not going to be fun.. being with them has made him better than he's probably ever been. Though, Clara yells at him when he gets home from one of their "dates."
Their meetings are purely platonic, though. So, those accusations were false, developed from unveiled jealousy.
Anyway, as of right now, he was getting ready to meet up with them again.aq
He had just gotten out of the shower and was now looking in the mirror. Water dripped from his hair onto his face, but for once, he wasn't in turmoil or despair.
He was excited. That was uncommon for him, to say the least. Though there wasn't much time to dread on it. He had to get ready to meet Y/n.
He did his morning routine and walked out to his car. This time they planned on meeting in a small park not too far from his house, but still too far to walk.
He arrived, walking to a small wooden bench, and sitting down. Now, it was time to wait.
.
Not too long later, they arrived. "Hey Will." They casually greeted. "Hey. Nice to see you. What do you want to do today?" They huffed and rubbed the back of their neck. "I don't know. We could hang out here for a little while, then maybe go down to my place to spend some time."
"Sounds nice."
The two took a short walk around the park while talking, then drove to y/n's place.
"Sorry, it's not much. I don't have the best-paying job." Y/n said, looking down a bit. "Don't say that. It's nice." William assured. "Hm. Thanks, I guess. Do you want me to make food?"
"Sure, that'd be nice." He answered.
They walked away and into the kitchen. He went and sat at the dining room table, the seat closest to the kitchen.
The two had conversed back and forth while Y/n was preparing their meal. They had cooked stuffed belle peppers. "Sorry, it's all I had the ingredients for." They apologized. "No, it's fine, the food looks good, and I'm sure it is." He replied with yet another reassuring smile.
Their eyes lit up, and a goofy, embarrassed smile stretched across their face while they looked into his eyes. That warmed William's soul in it of itself.
The two ate and talked cheerfully. It was so nice. But all good things have to come to an end eventually.
William's phone was ringing in his pocket. "Can I go take this?" Y/n only nodded.
He walked out of the room and pulled out his phone, picking up the call. His ears were immediately assaulted.
"Where the hell are you?" It was Clara. "It's after dinner! Are you cheating or something!?" It was more of an accusation than a question.
"Yeah, because I'd respond to a call from my wife if I was fucking another woman." He responded, rolling his silver eyes. "Yeah maybe you would," her voice raised. "Your cocky ass would probably want to rub it in."
"Hm. You're right. Maybe I would. Though I probably wouldn't be the one to pick up the phone." He replied with a mocking tone; you could hear the smirk on his face.
"I hate you." Clara said scornfully.
"Then why aren't we divorced yet, hm? Are you afraid you'd lose in court for custody over Micheal? Or something else?" He taunted.
"Oh shut up, you damn prick." Clara said the raise in her voice progressively depleting. "What, because I'm right?"
An abrupt beep sounded.
She hung up.
He pressed his back into the wall behind him, sinking down a bit. He rubbed his face with his free hand, the other still grasping the phone.
He sounded so confident and sure of himself on the phone, but in all honesty, he didn't think he was in the right.
He was really dreading walking back to the table; back to Y/n.
He didn't want to face them, what if they heard his conversation? He'd have to do it eventually though, so he decided to rip it off quickly, like a bandage.
He lifted himself from the crouching position he was in, slipped through the doorway, and walked back to the dining room.
"What the hell?" They asked with a concerned look on their face.
"It was just my wife." He said while looking down a grimacing look on his face.
YOU ARE READING
You're My Drug ♡ ... (William Afton x Reader) ... (On Hold)
FanfictionWilliam's mental state wasn't the best.. His wife was abusive and manipulative. His two youngest kids were dead, and he was sure everyone else also hated him. Until you came along. You made him feel loved and cared about, even if you two were jus...
