| Confessing To An Obsessing | William Afton X Reader |

| Chapter twenty eight

＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚　Is he trying what i think he is?　˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊

A/N : okay, so,  i was originally gonna make this chapter WAY longer, but i've just had no motivation. Plus, some things have been coming up and i've  been very busy, but i'll try to get a new chapter out as soon as possible! But i'll be gone for like 4 days, sadly. That's all for now!

"Why'd you decide to visit?"  you inquired, a hint of suspicion in your voice as you gazed at the man standing before you. The clock on the wall read seven in the evening, and it had been no more than a quarter of an hour since Val had dropped you off. "Is it not a sweet pleasure to visit one's beloved?" William retorted, a sly grin playing on his lips as he followed you towards the kitchen, the door closing behind you. "Do you want anything to drink?" you asked, casting a glance in his direction as you leaned against the kitchen island.

"May I trouble you for a cup of tea?" he asked, and you couldn't help but chuckle softly. Of course, he would want tea - he's a true Brit. "I think we do, but I can't guarantee that you'll enjoy it," you replied with a smile, making your way to the pantry and retrieving a box of tea. The label read "Sweet Honey Comb," and you realized that you hadn't had this tea in quite some time. Your mother still bought it, just in case, so you had multiple boxes of tea in the pantry.

"We have quite a few boxes of tea, so you're welcome to take some home with you, if you'd like," you offered, humming as you turned on the water heater. You retrieved a teacup and a small plate, carefully placing the cup on top of it. "I know- I mean, yes, that would be lovely," he replied, clearing his throat. As you turned to face him, you raised an eyebrow in suspicion, your eyes locking with his. The intense eye contact was quickly broken by a loud click, causing you to flinch and yelp, "Ahh! God." You mumbled to yourself as you turned around, the steam from the water heater hitting your face like a brick wall. You grunted in frustration before pouring the hot water into the teacup, placing the small teabag inside.

The sound of an airy chuckle behind you sent an involuntary shiver down your spine. "We'll revisit that topic later," you breathed, sliding the cup of tea over to William, who accepted it with a grateful smile. "But for now, just drink your tea," He turned to you, eyes questioning. "Where is your mother?"  William took a small sip of the tea before squinting his eyes, presumably due to the heat. You snorted and leaned against the counter with your hands on it. Letting out a loud sigh, you finally spoke up.

"I'm not sure," you confessed, gazing up at the ceiling. "She has a tendency to disappear for days on end." You paused, inhaling the sweet fragrance of honeycomb tea. "It wasn't always like this, though," you added, your voice trailing off. "Things changed after my dad passed away."

Your eyes met William's, and he began to speak, his voice laced with sympathy. "I'm really sorry for-" He trailed off mid-sentence, clearing his throat and huffing out loud. You watched as he placed the tea down on the island counter, his expression unreadable. You gave him an awkward and uncomfortable smile, feeling a sudden urge to escape the situation.

You mumbled incoherence, leaning off the counter and brushing your clothes off. "I- I better..." Your eyes scanned the room, searching for an escape from the uncomfortable conversation. You finally thought of a way out, and a smile tugged at the corners of your mouth. "I better go to the store before it gets too late," you said, walking over to the living room where your purse was resting.

As the sound of William's harsh yelp filled the room, your heart skipped a beat. You slowly turned to face him, unsure of how to react to the sudden interruption. "No," he said, his voice shaking. "No... Why don't you... See, I was actually..." His words trailed off, leaving you in a state of shock.

"What were you going to say?" you asked, your voice barely above a whisper. You slowly put your purse down on the couch again, your eyes locked on his.

"I-I guess I just really want to spend time with you," he replied, his words coming out as more of a question.

I.. Guess? Why not? I mean, we are dating.. so.. Wouldn't it be logical?

He's.. acting really weird though.

But then again..

Fuck!

"So, what.. What do you wanna do?" Your voice trembled as you gave your response, yet his eyes ignited with excitement. You felt your heart fluttering in your chest, but you tried to remain composed. "What would you like to do?" you asked in a hushed tone. He stood up straight, his eyes glistening with hope. "Perhaps we watch something together," he said, approaching you with a serene expression.

How could he act so normal after just bursting out like that?

"Sure.. I- Just go ahead and find something on the TV. I'll organise some snacks." You muttered, dragging out the first letter. You were skeptical of William, due to how odd he'd been acting the past couple of days.

You wandered over to the kitchen and grabbed the handle of the pantry, pulling it and opening it.

You opened the pantry door, and inside you found bags of chips and a box of popcorn. You selected a bag of salted chips and a bag of popcorn.

You whispered to yourself about William's suspicious behavior, even though you knew it wouldn't make a difference.

"You heard William clicking the remote, then an intro started playing. You turned to see what he had picked, but the microwave beeped, causing you to spin around. You were startled and said, 'God, why am I so...'"

"What was that, darling?" William said loudly. you to sighed and replied, "Nothing, i've just been so eepy."

You took two large bowls from the cupboard and emptied a bag of chips into one bowl. Then you poured a bag of popcorn into the second bowl. William asked, "Are you done soon?" and you hummed in response. You opened the fridge and grabbed a large bottle of F/S, placing it on the counter. You walked over to the couch and placed the bowls down on the coffee table, retreating back into the kitchen to grab the soda.

You asked, "What movie are we watching?" as you returned to the couch with a bottle of soda and two glasses. William replied, "Ah, um... I don't watch movies except when Lizzy wants to, so I just picked something Michael has watched." You snickered and said, "Why did you want to watch a movie then?" You opened the bottle of soda, and William flinched slightly at the fizz, causing you to giggle.

Of course he doesn't watch movies.

He said, "It's called Uncharted." You replied, "It sounds awfully British when you say it." He quickly hissed back, "It's not! I don't think so at least." You rolled your eyes and said, "Yeah, okay. Just start the movie."

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"This movie is so good.." You heard William mutter under his breath, causing you to look at him. He seemed to be emerged in his own world, as he was staring blankly at the screen with his hands held together.

You giggled under your breath and leaned into the side of his body and the couch. You felt him quiver slightly at the sensation, and he slithered an arm behind your back, pulling you closer.

The movie had just about ended, and you turned on your phone to check the time. It was nine PM. "Hey, Willy.." You mused, looking back at him. He was unamused.

"Shouldn't you get going? To your children?" You gazed intently at the man. His gears seemed to start whirring as he processed the words you had just said. You stifled a quiet laugh as you watched the man hurriedly pull his phone out of his pocket, checking his notifications. After a minute or two had passed, he let out a sigh of relief and his fingers started tapping the screen.

"Would you mind me staying at your place tonight?" He looked back at you, giving a subtle smile. You were confused by this question, but you decided that it could be fun. "Uh.. sure?" You giggled.

"Why, though?"

"It would be fun, right?" He replied, winking at you. You felt butterflies forming in your stomach, but you quickly shrugged it off.