But what if ☆byler☆

Chapter 28

Chapter 28:

Mike's pov:

I wake up in the morning before everyone else. Nightmares. I'm crying at this point, so I go sit on the floor so I don't wake up will. I sit there for a few minutes before I hear a voice.

"Mike?" I hear will whisper in the dark room. "Are you okay?" He says, as he half scoots half falls off the bed, next to me.

"Yeah!" I say, giving a nervous smile. "Yeah, I'm good. Just had a nightmare." I tell him, before hugging him.

"I'm sorry" I whisper, before breaking into tears in his arms. "Hey, no, shh. You have nothing to be sorry about my love. Do you want to go in the bathroom so we don't wake your mom?" He asks, rubbing my back.

"Yes please." I say, before will stands up and puts his hand out for me to stand up. I take it, then move my hands up so they are wrapped around his arm. I know it's cheesy, but I hate not being with him.

He shuts the door, and turns the light on. He then looks at me for a moment. He didn't look upset. He just looked...worried? I don't know. He shouldn't be. He needs to stop worrying about me, and think about himself for once. No. That was mean. Shutup, mike.

"Mike," He said, in the stupid voice I know I could never get fucking mad at. "Can you please tell me whats wrong? You've obviously been upset about something. Im worried about you." He said, sitting down with his stupid perfect legs crossed, and his stupid perfect hands in his lap. And his stupid perfect hair, falling on his stupid perfect face.

"Nothing!" I say. He obviously saw through my lie. "Just nightmares. Nothings really wrong." I add. He's still not impressed with my answer.

"Mike, you need to tell me at some point." He says, concerned. I take a breathe, about to lie again, but then realize he would see through it anyway.

"Do you wanna know what my fucking problem is?" I ask, ignoring the lump In my fault. "It's you. No, not you specifically. Your perfectness. I fucking hate it. Even my mom acts different when your around. If you weren't here she'd be beating my fucking ass. And also my dad. Why did I want you to come with me? My dad's going to be so fucking mad at me. And you too. I hate being a fag, and I hate being in love with you. And now I'm your fucking problem. So yeah. That's what's fucking wrong." I say, getting more angry then I meant to. He didn't do anything wrong.

"Will I'm so sorry" I say, looking at him. Fuuuuuck. He hates me now. I fucked that up. Good going you idiot. 

"Its Okay," he said, taking a deep breathe. "I'm going to try my best to help." He said, licking his lips nervously. He was obviously about to cry, and I was being an absolute asshole, but he's still...caring about me.

"We're gonna get through this. Or you. I'm going to help you, but if you don't want me to be here with you, I can go back home, and we can forget about all of this. About...us." He said. He had tears dripping down his face, but he was hardly showing emotion. He's gotten better at hiding them. He's re-masking. Shit.

I try to talk, but I can't say anything. I just look at him, with pleading eyes. I can hardly breathe. It's like I'm underwater. It's like all of the air has just...left.

I suppose he can see whats happening, because he quickly stands up. "I'll be right back." He whispered, still crying. He walks out of the bathroom, and quietly goes the the freezer. He puts some ice in a cup, then brings it to me, and sits down in front of me like a fucking princess. (Which is what I should be writing abt rn bc I have a Greek mythology assignment due but I'm writing byler fanfiction instead)

"Here, if you suck on an ice cube it help, I promise." He whispers, pushing a bit of hair behind my ear. I'm bassically broken on the floor, but I listen.

It really does help. I didn't expect it to, but it did. It made it a lot easier to breathe. It also made it a lot easier to cry.

Tears are steadily streaming down my face, and the ice cube has fully melted, and I'm gripping onto wills shirt, sobbing into it.

He's holding onto me, rubbing my back. I'm getting tears on his shirt. "Mike, look at me." He said, letting go of me. I look at him. "You don't have to do anything you don't want to. If you want me to go home, I will go home. If you want to go back in the closet, I will support you. I want you to be happy." He said, giving a sad smile. I know it was a sad smile because he still had a steady stream of tears running down his face.

"No." I squeak out, wrapping my arms around his lap and pulling myself back onto his stomach. "Please don't say that. I love you. I love you." I say, as If I'm trying to convince him of some crazy thing.

"I love you too, mike. So much. Just know you're not forced to do anything you don't want."

"I know, will I know. Can you stop assuming I want to break up with you? That's the last thing I want." I sob. I truly am letting everything out. I can't stop at this point.

"Okay. Okay." He says. I can tell he's trying to figure out what to do, so he's just holding onto me while I cry. This was all I needed from my parents as a kid, and now I have to have it from my boyfriend because I didn't get it. Great.

"I'm sorry" I squeak out, feeling like my chest is combusting. "Sh, don't say that. You don't have to be sorry." He tells me. I fucking love him.

"I love you so, so, so fucking much." I tell him, still sobbing into his shirt. "I love you too." He whispered.

I sit up slowly, taking a deep breathe. All I want is to grab onto him and breakdown again, but I can't do that.

I wipe my eyes with my sleeves. "I'm sorry about...that." I say, gesturing to his shirt, which was wet with tears.

"I don't really mind," he says. "I like my shirt soggy." (IF YOU GET THE REFERENCE PLEASE BE MY BESTFRIEND FOREVER!!!)

I just laugh a little bit, before yawning. "Time to go to bed?" He asks, smiling at me softly. I just nod, before standing up slowly. "Holy balls-" I say, before having to grab onto will so I don't fall. "Sorry. Dizzy." I tell him, slowly letting go.

He grabs my hand, holding me steady as we walk back into the room. My mom was sitting up, reading. Shit. "I'm not even gonna ask why you were in the bathroom together." She said, before looking at me and will. "Or why Mike is walking funny for God's sake." She said, looking back at her book. "Mom! I can promise you that was NOT happening. Especially in a hotel with my MOTHER!" I say, disgusted by the thought of being practically in the same room as my mother as my mom. Also how did she know I was a bottom?

"Yeah, I swear Ms. Wheeler. It's not what it looks like-" Will panicks, still having to help me stand up correctly. "Got it, will. I belive you." She says, looking back at her bed.

"We're gonna go back to sleep." I tell her, crawling onto the bed. Will followed after me. I knew I wasn't going to sleep, but I wanted him to be able to.

"Goodnight, boys." She tells us. "Night' mom!" I tell her, laying down. She turns off her lamp, and lays back down.

Will wraps his arm around my waist, something he usually doesn't do. I geuss he just doesn't want my mom to see, which is so funny to me because him having his hand under the covers near my crotch is even more suspicious.

He puts his head near my chest, and when I feel his breathing slow, i know he's asleep. I put my arms on his back, and pull him close, laying there until he wakes up the next morning.

A/N SORRY IT IS SUCH A SHORT SUCKY CHAPTER! IT WAS MY FIRST DAY OF ONLINE SCHOOL, AND I HAD TO WRITE A GREEK MYTH FOR A SCHOOL PROJECT LMAO. BUT ANYGAYS, THANKS FOR READING!!