Midnights thinkin' about you

You were never mine. - 6

I sit up in my bed as I rub my eyes, yawning. I woke up more than three times last night, and I am completely exhausted. I yawn, again.

"Good morning, Henry." I quickly look around and see William on the other side of the bed, springing out of bed. "Oh, I didn't mean to scare you." He says in a soothing tone, and I sit down on the bed beside him. He scoots closer, so were just mere inches away from eachother, my eyes widen.

"William.. just get out of my house. You're not welcome here." I say, no emotion in my voice, and he puts a hand on his chest, shocked.

"What? You didn't seem to have any protests when I snuck into your room last night."

"Get out. I allowed you to stay the night because you were drunk." My eyebrows furrow, and I grab him by his clothes, shoving him out of the room. "Stay out." I practically shout, slamming the door in his face.

*Clay's POV*

I am parked a little ways away from Mr. Emily's home, there have been eye witness reports of William drunkenly walking there last night. Could it be an affair? I ask myself, but it's a stupid question to ask. Why would Henry Emily, out of all people let someone like Mr. Afton do that? Why would Mr. Afton go to Mr. Emily for help when they clearly have a hatred for eachother? Is it just a cover? I loose track of the amount of questions I ask myself, and I see William walking down the side of the road. I quickly unbuckle my seat belt, awkwardly hopping into the passager seat to get a closer look at him. His head is slightly tilted to the ground, as if he's upset. Ha! As if a man like William Afton could feel such emotion. I have no doubt he is the one who committed these crimes, and that Mr. Emily is completely innocent. I smile at the thought of Henry living in peace. He's had such a horrible life since he has came here to Hurricane. I feel myself start to slip into a daydream, and I immediately shake off that feeling. And before I know it, William Afton is long gone. I sigh, and a voice comes over my walkie-talkie.

"Detective Burke! Have you spotted Mr. Afton yet?" The voice comes over, the static making the words sort of inaudible.

"Yes, yes! I did, actually. It seemed like he was heading back to town." I say, waiting for the voice to come over again. "Alright, I'll send another officer to track him down. Meanwhile, I have another task for you. You aren't in your police vehicle, correct?"

"Ah.. yes. Why is this relevant?" I ask, raising an eyebrow.

"Because, I want you to go to Mr. Emily's house. Get to know him, maybe even make some stupid dad jokes.. eh.. whatever men do. He doesn't need to know you're on official business."

"Alright." I uncomfortably hop back into the driver's seat, buckling my seat belt as I start the car. "I will go do that now, thank you." I put away my walkie talkie, stepping on the gas as I head to Mr. Emily's house.

*Henry's POV*

I hear a heavy knock at the door as I sit on the living room couch, doing absolutely nothing. Who would want to visit me? Maybe Jen? I sigh, getting up and answering the door. Adrenaline fills me as I see Clay's face, serious and as emotionless as usual, but I smile despite  the nervousness shocking my veins. "Uhh.. Mr. Burke. What's the matter?"

His expression immediately softens, "Don't worry, I am not here on business. I usually tend to make friends with my suspects, you know?" He says, and I let him in. "Oh, really? I've never heard of any other policemen doing the same."

"Well, I guess you could say I'm different?" He smiles, looking me in the eye, I stare for a little, feeling the warmth of a blush fill my face. I immediately break eye contact. "Don't like looking into people's eyes, hm? Don't worry, most people don't." I look at him again, searching his whole face but his eyes. We sit there in silence, until I finally fill the void.

"Do you really want to be friends with me, Detective Burke?" I ask.

"Of course, Henry. And since we can be friends, you have no need to be so formal. Just call me Clay, alright?" He places a hand on my shoulder, and I feel quite alarmed. A friend.