Michael x Noah 🙏

6. ~Moving in~

Longer chapter!!!

Michaels pov:
It's been about a week since Noah took me to his house. I haven't left yet. His house is just so much more warm and I feel safe in it.
My house isn't bad but it's not good either.
Since I've been here for a week already, I've realized Noah doesn't live here by himself. He shared it with a friend. Her name was Nicole. She was nice. Noah said she's a friend that works with him.
I know Noah isn't secretly dating her because he's gay. And I'm pretty sure Nicole said she was lesbian or bi, one of the two.

I was out in the kitchen, talking with Nicole while Noah was getting ready for the day.
"So, did you and Noah take the week off or something? I did, and I feel bad because I left my best friend at work by herself..."
"No, uh, we just haven't had any missio-" Nicole was saying until she was interrupted by Noah.
"Yes, we took the week off." Noah had a cold tone as he wrapped his arms around my waist from behind.

Nicole's pov:
Noah came over and hugged Michael as I was about to explain why we weren't at work. He had that tone of voice that was like a warning to not say anything else.
Has he not told Michael? Does Michael only know that Noah works at a fucking tattoo and body piercing shop? I don't work there, but Noah probably said I did. Not my fault I almost said something. He didn't tell me. Jerk. He's a really good friend of mine, but he needs to get better at telling me when things need to be kept.
Michael looked confused as ever.
"What the hell..." he said, sounding just as confused as he looked.
"Don't worry about it. She didn't take her meds." Noah said with a chuckle.
"NOAH CARTER-" He just laughed at me. I do not need meds, first of all.
"I'm kidding, I'm kidding-"

Michaels pov:
It's a bit later in the day. Noah and I are just sitting on the couch in the living room- well, one of the living rooms.
I look at my phone and realize I have 57 texts, 22 missed calls, and 20 voicemails from Hannah. I haven't really been on my phone that much all week.
All the texts are something like this:
Hannah 🫶🏻💯
H: Michael?
H: Where r u?
H: Are you sick?
H: Pls come to work
H: I'M SO LONELYYYYYY
H: I hate uuuuuuu
H: Mikey Mikey Mikey
H: MICHAELLLLLL
And that's not even half of them.
The voice mails are all similar to:

H: "hey uh, Michael? Where are you? I need help here. The boss is taking it off your paycheck sooooo, uh, yeah. Call me back please."

H: "MICHAEL PLEASE THE BAR IS WILDDDDD I CANT DO THIS!"

Okay, I do feel bad.

Incoming call from: Hannah 🫶🏻💯. I answered the call, only to be greeted by a:
"MICHAEL TERRANCE AFTON! GET YOUR SQUINY ASS AT WORK RIGHT NOW YOU BITCH!- wait... work doesn't start til- YOU BETTER BE AT WORK TODAY!"
She yelled so loud, Noah look concerned. He knew hated being called that, but Hannah's my best friend, so it's different.
He mouthed: Who is that?
I just held up my finger to tell him to wait a second.
"I'm sorry Hannah- I completely forgot about work! I'll be there today- sorry- tonight."
"You better, if you're not, I swear I'll shove my foot up your ass." She said as I chuckle a bit.

I'm getting ready for work, Noah just staring at me. He's mad I'm going because of last time, but I gotta make money somehow. It doesn't just grow on trees like it appears to for him. He still wont tell me how. He also knows I wanna see Hannah, so he's letting me go.

"Michael, I have a question... I've thought about it over the week to make sure I knew what I was asking... how do you feel about moving in with me and Nicole here tonight after work?"
I stood in shock. It took me a moment before I could even form a word.
"I- Noah, this is too much... I- you know that would mean never getting this room to yourself right?"
He nodded. "Yeah Sherlock- I've thought about everything. I want this."
I just looked at him.
"Well?- here. Let me ask you this. Do you wanna stay here?"
I slowly nodded. I did wanna move in. I never wanted to leave.
He smiled. "Great! So it's settled! After work tonight. I don't care that it will be 1 in the damn morning."
"Why can't we just do it tomorrow-?..." That would make more logic-
"I mean we could, but we could just get it over with."

I pull up into the parking lot at work and step out of my car. I walk into the bar and behind the counter. Hannah takes no time to come over and hug me to death.
"You scared the shit out of me; I thought you were dead!"
Oops my bad.
"I know I'm sorryyyyy." I say, hugging her back.

The bar opened up one the clock hit 5:00. That when the people that only come for a drink come in. They're in and out. Personally, my favorite type of customers. They're in and out so fast, they don't even need to bother getting a membership here.

9:00. Everyone that drinks the night away comes in around now. A few already here.
"Hey Nick- yes. I'm already signing you in."
That's how my nights start. I sign the customers in before they tell me. Saves me time. Plus I can get their usually drink prepared before they can ask.
"Hey Michael! I wanted an extra shot of tequila in this!" Bobby says to me.
I take his drink back. "Sorry. You told me that last night. I can't possibly remember you in particular wanted an extra shot in your drink."

1:00am; finally!
I get in my car after cleaning up with Hannah. I told her all about me moving in with Noah. She enjoys hearing about my life- weirdo.
I look at my phone before I start driving.
Message: Noah❤️🫶🏻

Noah❤️🫶🏻
N: When you get out of work, grab anything you wanna bring from your house. I don't wanna do it tomorrow.

Oh god. Packing? Really? It's 1:10 in the morning- whatever. It's not like I'm tired anyway. Maybe it will tire me out.
I started my car and started to drive to my house. It's only a five minute drive from work so I got home at 1:07.
I parked my car in the crappy drive way and walked in. I didn't have much to bring because half my shit I don't even use.
I packed my very few comfy clothes, my toothbrush, my hair brush because I like to fluff out my hair, which leads to knots later in the day, and my phone charger. I'll figure out what to do with everything else. Probably sell them and make a ton off of cash. Well, maybe.
I get in my car, put the bags of few things I took, and drive to Noah's. I believe it was this way.

After a bit, I found my way to his huge ass mansion that still shocks me when I see it. I walk up to his door and try to open it, by surprise, it's actually unlocked.
Noah wasn't in the main rooms so I went to his room. I opened the door and saw him sleeping. I placed my stuff down and climbed into bed next to him.

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