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'Mixtapes 💔'

Hellooooo ! so, i'm deciding to write this cus why not but i mm gonna publish the 'cheater?' chapter 3 hopefully soon after this but yk maybe not :,) i'm really busy atm so i'm sorry but i love you all<3 ty for the support ^^

wash your feet. yeah. i caught u. ik u haven't.

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Michael's POV

I was going through my old stuff when i found a box i'd never seen. A box i highly doubt belongs to me. Maybe it's Noah's? I dragged it towards me and opened up the folded cardboard. It was indeed Noah's. There was pictures of him and his little sister when they were little.

"Awe, that is to adorable!" I said to myself when Noah walked in.
"What's adorable? You? Yes I know."
"Ha, no, but these pictures of you and Gracie. Look at her smile!" I held a picture up to him and he took it.
"I really do miss that cute smile of hers." I smiled and handed him the rest of them and he shuffled through them. I rummaged through the box more and found other stuff but the weirdest was mixtapes.

"What on earth do you have mixtapes for? What's on them?"
"Uh, Nothing. Just put them back."
"Cmon, tell me!"
"Micheal, no, it's nothing important."
"It must be because it's not dusty or anything so that means you've watched it recently."
"Michael. Just put it back, please." I stood up and walked over to the tv in our room. He came up behind me and grabbed my arm.
"Noah, it can't be harmful. Why can't i watch it?"
"It's, uh. Look, it's important to me. Just give it to me."
"Fine." I kissed his cheek and gave it back. "Sorry."
"It's alright, Now give me an actual kiss." I chuckled and kissed his lips. He put the mixtape back in the box and gripped my hips while i wrapped my arms around his neck.

Out of Michael's POV

Couple hours later

Noah's POV

Paperwork finally done and I can go home. I sent a couple more emails then shut down my laptop. Pushed my chair under and picked up my laptop and went out my office door, making sure to lock it. I peeked at my watch and saw it was late, 11pm to be exact, So grateful to be going home.

I walked through the front door, and shut it behind me, locking it again after. After dropping my car keys and coat on the table I walked up the wooden steps and to mine and Michael's room.  He looked calmer then normal. Sarcastically calm. Obviously trying to hide his anger, he had his arms to his sides and looked at me with a half-smile.

"You alright, darling?"
"Mhm, perfect," He said with a scoff. I tried to think of a problem he could be having.
"Cut the crap. What's wrong?" I undid my tie and sat beside him. He looked at me and then retreated.
"I can't believe you."
"What? Baby, what is wrong?" He sighed and stood up. It sounded weak and as if he was upset.
"My love, what is it?"
"You promised. Promised." I stood up to join him and held his hand gently just for him to pull away, weakly but quickly.
"I've promised you a lot, what have I broken? I can fix it!" I cupped his cheeks and he pushed me off.
"Noah, I watched the tape, and i'm fucking disgusted." I paused. I didn't know whether to be upset or angry. Angry because he watched it when i said not to or upset because he's hurt. I'll admit I had relapsed. I promised Michael a long time ago that I'd stop watching it. But i couldn't help myself. It wasn't my fault anyways. I didn't search it up.

"You watched the tape . . .?"
"Yes. Noah, You said, no. You PROMISED. At this point I don't even know if your promise of 'I love you' is true. Have you broken that too? I just want the truth and you keep giving me lies, lies, LIES!" His voice started to break and a tear rolled down his cheek.
"Michael, I'm sorry. I-"
"Don't even say that. Your not 'sorry', are you?"
"Micheal, I am. Look, it wasn't my fault!"
"Then whose fault was it? When did you start? Why did you start? When do you watch it?" I stayed silent and just looked at him. His patience was running thin.
"Huh? Answer me then."
"My friend, Kevin."
"That's not all i asked."
"Shut up then." He scoffed and sat on the bed and i followed. "Explain. Now." I held his hand and began confessing.
      "Kevin and I went out the other weekend and drank at a bar."
"A bar or a strip club?" I replied, ashamed.
"Strip club. I thought it was harmful and i don't even know why i agreed to go. I haven't gone anywhere like that for ages and thought i could just go for a laugh. He believed he was being funny and pulled up PornHub, putting it in my face. Obviously with my stupid past addiction, that i thought if i overcame, I was instantly drawn in. We watched it that night and the morning after when you were asleep, i dug through that box and found the mixtapes. They're all from high school and all have the same stuff on, just different people and different styles, you know?" I sniffed and my eyes blurred. I groaned and wiped my eyes. "I don't know what was going through my head, Michael, I really don't. When you were out at your parents house last weekend, I watched it and jacked off to it. I'm sorry. I love you so much, i really do." I held his hand tighter and he hugged me. "I'll try stop."
"I can try help you in anyway." He stared at me and i pecked his lips. "Will sex help?" He asked, wrapping my tie around his hand.
"Sex isn't all that matters, you know, Michael."
"But will it?"
"Highly doubt it, but if you want it."
"I do, Do you?"
"I do."
"Dunno why it sounds like we're getting married, but I love you." I chuckled and he kissed my lips. "I love you too." I smiled and kissed him again.

T H E   E N D.

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