Midnights thinkin' about you

Are you okay?- 9

*Clay's POV*

My fingers hover over the numbers of my phone. Should I bother Henry at this hour? I wonder, checking the time. 12:56 am. But I can't sleep, and making sure Henry is okay after our interaction earlier. I punch in his number, and someone picks up almost immediately.

"Hello?" Someone says, a British accent rolling off of their tongue. My eyes widen as soon as I realize who it is. William.

"William. William Afton. What are you doing at Mr. Emily's house at almost 1 in the morning?"

"Well, what are you calling him for? At one in the morning?" He snickers over the phone.

"I want to speak with Mr. Emily. May you get him?" I ask, trying to keep my voice sound calm, even though my insides feel like they're bursting into flames.

"Oh..." he laughs. "He's sort of busy. Y'know, sleeping. Why would you care?" William gasps, "You wouldn't have a...crush on him, would you?" I hear him laugh again, the awful sound ringing in my mind.

"Tsk, as if. But I need to speak to Henry, or else I am coming over there. And I am completely sure you wouldn't want that. Are you breaking and entering, Mr. Afton? I was curious as to how Henry was feeling after our encounter today." I speak, annoyance in my tone.

"What?! You and Henry met today? What's your deal with him? It sounds like you're obsessed, as well!" Jealously fills his tone, and practically bites me like a snake over the phone. "Do not touch him, Afton. I'm coming over there." I hang up the phone, grabbing my car keys off of the kitchen counter, and running to my car, not bothering to lock my front door.

*~*.*~*.*~*

Best believe I ran like hell to the front door of Henry's house after I parked my car. To my luck, the door was unlocked and I swung it open, not sure if I was ready to face Mr. Afton.

There he stood. "Clay Burke.." he sighs. "You know, you are also breaking and entering."

"I'm not here for you, Afton." I say sourly, and I push past him and practically run to the stairs. He laughs behind me. "Haha! The way you are just desperately running up the stairs is so amusing to me. You actually thought I would hurt him? Do you care for him, Mr. Burke? Is this more than just a friendly visit?" He hangs onto the -y in friendly, and I can just hear him cruelly smiling. I let it go, opening Henry's bedroom door, which I have memorized the layout of the house from recent investigations. I shut the door behind me loudly, and he immediately shoots up in his bed.

"What the hell?! What are you doing here?" He scrambles to cover himself with a blanket, since from the tiniest bit of light from the moon outside, he doesn't have a shirt on. "Listen.." I lean against the door, locking it. "It's him.. it's Afton. He's here. In your house."

I watch as his eyes widen and he turns on his bedside light. He motions to me to come closer, and I listen, sitting on his bed. He whispers to me, "Well, then how did you figure this out?"

"I called you, and he answered. I was worried." I reply in a whisper. "Where is your phone?" I get up, and he hops off of his bed, taking a shirt out from his closet and pulling it on. "Downstairs, we need to go downstairs." He replies after a few short moments of silence. I nod, leading the way. He follows behind me, and I constantly look back at him. A few times, we awkwardly made eye contact. But when we get downstairs, Afton is no where to be seen.

"Where is he?" Henry asks, his voice returning to a normal volume. He walks over to his pantry, and other places he could be hiding while I dial 9-1-1 into the phone.

"Hello, this is Clay Burke from Henry Emily's house, and I want to report a breaking and entering."

Over the phone, I hear the woman say, "Can you explain what happened?"

"Well, I called Mr. Emily about.. 15 minutes ago, and Mr. Afton picked up. Henry Emily was sleeping the whole entire time he was downstairs, and now he's gone."

"Thank you for your report. We will send officers out into the streets to search for him and bring him in for questioning. Thank you, Detective Burke."

I sigh, hanging up the phone and looking at Henry. He was already looking over at me, and we made eye contact again. "Thank you for coming over here. I appreciate that." I smile, walking towards him. "I protect people, Henry. That's my job." An awkward silence fills the air, and Henry looks over to the clock on the wall. "It's 1:21 am. Would you want to stay over for the night? I have a few guest bedrooms." I gladly accept his invitation, and for a moment, I forget that I'm doing all of this friendship making for a job.