~His Doll~ Enoch O'Connor x Reader {MPHFPC}

Chapter 6

     The next morning, you awoke to the sun filtering through the curtains, and you rubbed your eyes. Enoch was still lying next to you, and you decided to let him sleep as you stood to start picking your outfit for the day. You heard him stir after a minute, and he sat up.

     “Morning Enoch.” You walked over to the bed and sat next to him.  He kissed your forehead, smiling at you, before walking out to let you get changed.

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     When you made your way downstairs and to the kitchen, you saw Miss Peregrine at the table, holding a bird that was wrapped in a towel. “Morning Miss P.” You gave her a smile and sat down with her. “Good morning dear. How did you sleep?” When you were about to answer, Jake came into the room rather quickly. “Jake, you’re back, how wonderful.” She smiled before looking down at the bird. 

     “How is it? Emma said it was an ymbryne.” You looked over at it. “She, not ‘it’. Ymbrynes are always female. And Emma was quite correct, this is Miss Avocet.” You wondered what happened to her, and why she wasn’t in her loop, before Jake interrupted Miss Peregrine. “Her loop is in Blackpool, England.” He said while holding a letter. Miss Peregrine’s expression went stern, before looking over at you. “Y/n, will you give us a moment please?” She said, and you quickly stood and walked out of the room, practically bumping into Enoch.

     “Jeez, Enoch you scared me.” You put your hand against his chest and he smirked at you, before you heard Miss Peregrine close the back door and Jake exited the kitchen. “Ah, how frustrating for you. Between Miss Peregrine’s rules and my housemate's little pact not to scare you off it’s like no one’s telling you anything?” He put on a fake expression of sympathy and you tried to figure out what he was playing at. 

     “Well why don’t you then? It’s not like you want me here.” Jake moved closer to Enoch, getting in his face, and you spoke up, remembering the lecture that Miss Peregrine had given everyone about not telling Jake about the Wights or the Hollows so he wouldn’t be scared away. “Enoch you can’t, you promised!” You looked at him sternly, and he sighed. “Y/n’s right. I do know someone who can get away with breaking rules though. Want to meet him?”

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     Enoch got to the top of the stairs and you grabbed his shirt, stopping him. “Enoch don’t do this! Please!” Bronwyn had told you about her brother’s unfortunate fate, and you knew that what Enoch was about to do was wrong. Once he was reaching the end of the hall, you moved in front of him and stuck your arms out. “Well, here we all are. Move y/n.” He gave you an annoyed look and you hesitantly relented because of the harsh tone he was taking on. “If you’re going to be like that, I don’t want to be your friend.” You said, pushing past him and quickly going downstairs, hearing Fiona starting to tell off Enoch.

You met Miss Peregrine at the bottom of the stairs and stood with Claire, who could probably tell you were upset. Soon enough, Jake hurried down the stairs and the headmistress asked after Enoch, who came down shortly after.

All of you left the house and started the daily walk that Miss Peregrine took all of you on almost every day. You stayed towards the back of the group a bit, and Enoch moved next to you. “I’m sorry about what happened before.” He said simply, looking over at you. “That was really horrible, Enoch.” You kept your eyes forward and he sighed. “I know. I’ll make it up to you. I promise.” He grabbed your hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. “And Jake.” You pushed, and he groaned, but gave you a small yes in agreement.

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Once everyone made it back to the house, you and Enoch decided to go sit outside for a bit, and you grabbed your notebook so you could draw. Drawing was one of the few comforts in your life. It was one of the only things you could do when you had been locked away for all those years, and you had managed to get quite good, drawing the same things that you could see from the little window in your small room over and over again.