Michael x Noah 🙏

24. ~Party Stalkers~

Noah's pov:
"A party?" I say as I sit in my office with charlotte over my chair and Nicole right behind her.
"Yeah!" Charlotte answers. "You can get off your crusty ass and go somewhere fun!"
I sigh.
"Not happening." I reply.
"But your boyfriend will most likely wanna go. Hannah said so herself."
"Then take him? I'm not going."

There was a pause.

"Uhhhhh..." Nicole says.
"I don't think that's a very smart idea..." she continues with a warning kind of voice.
"Why?" I ask
"It's a mafia party. You have to attend it." Charlotte says.
That catches my attention.
I will not be leaving Michael there by himself.
"Does Michael know that?" I ask.
"Hannah told him, she said he's fine as long as he's not alone." Nicole says.
"Son of a bitch..." I say under my breath. "And when was I supposed to find out about this?"
"We were gonna tell you the day before..." Charlotte says, drifting off the words at the end.
Okay, fine, whatever, I'll go. Get out please.

They both walk out. I stay sitting in my office chair, putting my head to my palms.
Okay, cool.
A party in not even three days.
Why'd they ask Michael?
If I don't want him going on missions with me, what makes them think I want him to go to a party full of different teams?
Whatever. I'll just keep him close with me. Not that it's gonna be very difficult. Michaels always with me anyway. I'm okay with it too. I find it kinda cute.

I walk into our room, surprised Michael isn't there.
"Michael?" I call out.
No response. Okay. Cool.
"Uh... Michael..?" I repeat myself.

I walk around my room a bit.
"BOO!" I hear someone behind me call out as I assume to be the same person who I feel jump on my back.

I turn my head and realize it's Michael. I knew it. It'd be sad if I couldn't tell my now. His voice and the way he's light as hell.
"You can't scare me duface-" I chuckle the words and place my hands under his thighs for support on my back.
"Hey- meanie..." he says, resting his head on my back.

"So you know about the party?" I ask Michael as we sit on my bed.
"Yeah, why?" He answers.
"You sure you wanna go?" I ask him. "It's full of mafia teams."
"Yeah. Hannah's going. You're going. I'll be fine."
I just nod slowly. "As long as you're sure..."

(Time skip to three days later)

I woke up to my loud ass alarm, Michael waking up too, so we can get ready.
We said we were gonna pack up last night, but of course, that didn't happen.
It's 5:30am.
The party isn't exactly close by. It's about a 4 hour drive. The party starts at 5:30 pm so we've got 12 hours.

"Michael-" I starts.
"Yes Noah," he chuckles, "I'm sure I wanna go."
"Okay..." I reply back.

I put on a nice black button up shirt with black jeans and a belt.
Michael puts on kind of the same thing except he has blue jeans on.
We both grab our shoes and put them on. Mine being black vans and Michael was wearing these grey converse.

We relaxed for 3ish hours so everyone else could wake up.
Someone knocks on the door.
"Yes?" I say. "Come in"
Nicole walks in.
"We're ready to go, y'all ready?"
Michael and I both nod as we stand up.
Nicole leaves the room, probably going to the car.

As we were about to leave, Michael stops in front of the mirror, looking at his hair, touching it.
I walk over to him and ruffle his fluffy hair.
"There, it looks great." I say.
"Hey- fine whatever-"

We both walk out to the car and get in the back seats. Nicole was driving since she was the best driver out of all of us.
"Finally, took y'all long enough." Charlotte says as we enter the car.
"Shut up, we were up way before y'all." I say back to them.

We head on the road. Michael was already leaning against me.
I ruffled his hair again.
"Tired?" I say in a low voice with a bit of a chuckle.
He nods, closing his eyes. "Maybe don't wake me up so early next time..."

Once we get to the party, I hold onto Michaels hand, making sure he doesn't get lost. It looks easy to get lost when the place is full of people.
"Stay with me okay?" I whisper into his fluffy hair.
"I know, you've told me this all the way here." He chuckles a little.
"I know... I'm just making sure..." I say, walking to an open table.
Everyone sits down.
Me, Michael, Hannah, Charlotte, Nicole, Maya. Alex, and Oliver. Our whole team.

"Why do we even have to come here?" Maya asks. Not really asking anyone in specific, just for someone to answer.
"Apparently, it's a get together where everyone can hang out and not fight." Nicole answered.
"Pretty stupid if you ask me." Alex says.
"Agreed." I reply.

"Anyone was a drink?" Charlotte says, standing up. "I'll buy them."
"Me." Almost everyone but Oliver and I say.
"I'll be back then!" Charlotte says, smiling while walking off.
I nudge Michael with my elbow. "Don't drink too much okay?"
He rolls his eyes and nods.

Michaels pov:
I kept my promise. I had one drink and that's it. Basically half on it since Noah took a few sips of mine as well.
I looked around a bit as everyone else was busy talking.
I noticed a restroom sign and stood up.
"I'm gonna head to the bathroom real quick."
Noah looks around and sees the bathrooms aren't that's far. He nods and goes back to talking.

I make it past a few people before some stops me by my shoulder. I look up at them.
"Hello?" I try to sound casual.
"You're that Mafia boss's boyfriend, right?" His voice was low. Kinda of intimidating if you ask me. But still, I act casual.
"So?" I ask him. Why should it matter. Why can't people just leave me alone.
"Kind of pod he'd just let you walk around here without him." He says to me. "Anyway, go on. Do whatever you were going to do."

I walk off, rolling my eyes once I'm not facing him anymore.
I walk into the bathroom and stand in front of the mirror, fixing my hair.

Another guy walks in. He's a hell of a lot scarier than the man before. They look like they're wearing the same mosh uniform though...
Another guy appears from behind him.
"Hello-" I got cut off by the one from behind grabbing me. His grip was really fucking tight.

"Your boyfriend has something we want." The man in front of me says.
I try to struggle out of the guys grip but it's too tight. "So go talk with him!"
"No. I've noticed how much he tries to protect you. Now look. You're alone. No one to save you. He'll give us what we want as long as we have you."

I laugh a 'yeah right' laugh. "Last person to think that got their head shot off." I enlighten him.
"And we won't let that happen."

The man holding me covers my mouth with a cloth and I start to feel lightheaded. I try to keep my eyes open but they feel too heavy.
My eyes shut and that's all I remember.

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