Michael x Noah 🙏

7. ~Secrets can't always be kept~

Noah's pov:
I got up before Michael. I mean, it was 6:00 in the morning. I have a meeting today. It has to be today. I've canceled the meeting for a whole week and a half because Michael. I don't want to leave him in this house alone for like 8 hours, but I don't want him to find out my real job...
I tried to get up, either Michael is a really light sleeper, or he could sense I was getting up because as soon as I tried to stand, he held my arm.
"Michael-"
"Stay..."
"Michael I have a uh work meeting..."
"I wanna go..."
"... you can't..."
He didn't respond. He just let go of my arm and I'm pretty sure he fell back asleep.
I threw on a black button up shirt, dark blue jeans, a black belt, and a tie. I brushed out my red hair, and put it into a low bun. I grabbed my blackish shoes and made sure I had everything.

One I was ready, I turned to Michael and kisses his forehead.
"Love you,"
Yep. He definitely asleep.
I then walked out and headed towards the kitchen.
"Hey noah, here I made you toast."
Nicole flung a plate that had two pieces of toast and butter across the counter at me.
"You ready to be gone for like, 8 hours-" I asked Nicole, munching on my toast.
"No, but it's good that you finally decided to have the meeting." Nicole teased.
I just stared at her. Not my fault I have better things to do than sit down and talk to my stupid team.
"Make sure you actually have your guns AND bullets this time. Your stupid ass forgot them last time." Nicole's made a playful angry face.
"Shut the fuck up."
"Okay, we've gotta get going." I say, standing up and throwing away my plate. Hm, I should leave something out for Michael to eat. I'll be gone for a while.
I wrote a note down on a piece of paper.
There should be breakfast foods in the freezer, use the toaster or microwave. Lunch is in the fridge. Eat whatever is on my shelf. DO NOT EAT NICOLES FOOD I WILL NEVER HEAR THE END OF IT.
Perfect! I'll just leave that on the counter for him to see.

Michaels pov:
It must be around 8:00am by the time I woke up. The house seemed very, very quiet. Too quiet. Nicole probably went with Noah if they both work at the tattoo shop.
Noah's bed is so comfy, I don't really wanna get up from it.
God, this is gonna be a boring day.

I finally decide to get up. I walk out of Noah's room and step into the hallway. I start to walk down the hallway to get to the living room, but a bit in the kitchen counter catches my eyes,

There should be breakfast foods in the freezer, use the toaster or microwave. Lunch is in the fridge. Eat whatever is on my shelf. DO NOT EAT NICOLES FOOD I WILL NEVER HEAR THE END OF IT.
-Noah <3

I giggle a little bit as I read the note. I'm not all that hungry though, so I just go sit on the couch.
Hannah 🫶🏻💯
H: Heyyyyyy

M: Hi

H: I'm taking the day off work
H: you should too
H: I don't think you should be in there alone.

M: Yeah probably

H: Just thought to lyk before you head in

M: Noah left me here :( #crying

H: HAHA

M: Rude.

H: Sorry 😆

I put my phone down and sit on the couch. It's a little cold. I mean, it is the begging of February.
I go back upstairs to Noah's room. I grab one of his hoodies and put it on. It's like three sizes bigger on me, but I like it like that.
I was about to lay on his bed when I realized I was here, on my own, by myself. I could do anything. I really wanted to look around Noah's room, so I did.

After a bit of looking around, I didn't really find anything special until,
What.
The.
FUCK?!
NOAHS IN THE FUCKING MAFIA?! OH MY GOD- HOW COULD HE- HE'S THE GODDAMN LEADER TOO?!
How the fuck could he keep that from me. Is this really where he is? Why didn't he just tell me. I'm not scared of people killing people. I can't be talking. I mean, I killed my brother.

(Probably isn't how things work but just pretend, it's a fanfic ⬇️)

This card literally has Noah's face in the corner. It says:
Carter, Noah, Jacob. (Last name, first name, middle name)
Age: 22
Height: 6'3
Weight: 172 lbs
Occupation: Mafia boss/leader

I- aghhh! Why would he hide something this important?! When he gets home, we're gonna have a fucking talk.
I was about to put everything back but I thought to keep everything the way I left it so when Noah gets back, it might make him realize what I want.

Words: 848 (not this)