my obsession [ isaac foster x reader ]

୨⎯ 25 ⎯ ୧

- - -

I woke up in the same bed as Zack, snuggled to him. After all being with him brought me comfort like nothing else did. I stared at him for a moment. His black messy hair was covering his beautiful heterochromic eyes which were closed anyway.

He was gorgeous. Perfect. Handsome. How could he just lay there and look so beautiful...

I grabbed some stuff and hopped in the shower. While I was showering Zack woke up and began to knock on the bathroom door which I locked.

"Y/N! GET OUT! NOW!" he yelled.

I turned the shower off and put my clothes back on.

"What's wrong?" I opened the door, but he put a hand over my mounth and hid us in the closet.

"What's all this about?!" I yelled whispering.

"Shut up and listen" he whispered back.

How unexpected. The owners of the house have returned and they have noticed that someone broke in.

"Fuck, what do we do?!" I panicked.

"You're asking me?!" he narrowed his eyebrow.

"Wait. Shhh. I'll figure something out"

We were quiet for a good while. The only things I heard were our heartbeats and the rain outside.

"I don't think they're in the house anymore but we can't keep hiding forever-"

"You're goddamn right we can't"

"Naturally. So, the plan is that you grab your scythe which is on the other side of the room along with my knife and then we jump out of the bathroom window. It's kinda big so you should fit through. After we do that we just run. Sounds good?" I explained.

"Yeah, whatever. Boss lady" he rolled his eyes.

"Like you could make up a plan yourself, Zack"

"Get ready. We're going in 3... 2-" I began to countdown but Zack was faster. He jumped out of the closet and grabbed his scythe heading towards the bathroom.

"I DIDN'T SAY 1, YOU IDIOT!"

"TOO BAD YOU'RE SLOW!"

"FUCKER!"

We got out of the house according to plan and ran. I never ran so fast in my entire life when I heard the police sirens in the distance. Running became each time more and more difficult as we were getting tired and our clothes were all soaked so Zack threw away his scythe to pick up on his speed again.

"Hold on a second" I stood there breathing heavily resting my hands on my knees trying to catch my breath.

"Shit, Y/n. Hurry!" Zack urged as we both heard the police sirens approaching us. He grabbed my hand and pulled me into a dark corridor.

We were sitting there looking at eachother figuring out where we'll go next.

"Y/n" he spoke up.

"Yes?" I looked up at him.

"Do you really mean it whenever you say you love me?" he questioned.

"Of course I do! Why wouldn't I?"

"Look at me" he said and grabbed my chin to look him in the eyes "I'm a monster. Admit it. My skin, my eyes everything about me is fucked up. And if that'a not enough I'm a freaking serial killer!-"

"My heart aches everytime you speak so negatively about yourself. I wish you could see yourself through my eyes how perfect you are without even trying, how effortlessly beautiful you are inside and out" I stood up and put out my hand for him to grab it which he did.