Michael x Noah 🙏

32. ~Fight~

Before the chapter starts I just wanna say sorry for three chapters of angst in a row. I promise next chapter will be better!!!

Michaels pov:
Noah woke up in a mood this morning. He was up pretty late last night. He didn't go to bed until like 3:00, around the time I usually go to bed.
Noah seemed extra annoyed. The littlest thing's annoyed him.

"Ugh! Fucking- chair." Noah kicked the chair after he stubbed his toe on it.

Noah walks out of the room, not telling me where he's going. I know he doesn't have to, but normally he does.
I don't really have the energy right now to get up and follow him, so I stay laying down.

Noah's pov:
I think I maybe didn't get enough sleep because why am I so pissed? I didn't even talk to Michael this morning. I know I shouldn't though, I'll just say something I'll regret.

I walk down to the kitchen after leaving Michael in our room.

"Hey Noah-" Charlotte starts to talk to me.
I just walk right past her, heading into my office.

Michaels pov:
I see the door to Noah's room open slightly. Hannah peaks her head through the door, seeing I was just laying down. She walked over to me.
"Michael, I think you should go talk to Noah..." she says quietly.
"Why? Did something happen?" I ask.
"He's in a bad mood." She lets me know. "He's been ignoring everyone and I can hear his yelling in his office."
"Right..." I say, starting to get up.
"Thank you.." Hannah thanks as we both walk out together.

I walk down to Noah's office. I stop in front of the door and knock.
When I don't get an answer, I was about to open the door before I heard Noah talking. I lean my head up to the door, listening to what he was saying.

"You know what? Fuck you." Noah says before I hear something fly into the wall.
I open the door slowly.
"Noah...?" I call. Noah slams his hands onto his desk, looking down at the floor.
"Noah?" I call again. Still no response.

I walk up over to him and tap his back.
"No-" I begin. Noah turned around and grabbed me by my wrists.
"Do you ever shut the fuck up?"
I stare. My eyes wide open as I start to shake a little.

I try to pull my wrist away.
"No. What the fuck do you want?"
"Noah. Please-"
"Shut up!" He yells. "All you do is complain!"
"Noah! Let go of me!" I never thought I'd hate Noah holding me. I guess I just never thought he'd do something like this. "Noah, fucking let go of me!"

Not even two seconds later, Noah slapped me hard against my face.
I freeze. Everything stopped, or so I thought.
I looked Noah dead in the eyes and saw my father in him.
I quickly struggled to get out of his tight grip. He must have come to sense because he let go of me and walked backwards.
"Michael- I... I didn't..." Noah stumbled over his words.
"I- I think I should go." I said before running out of the office and head back to Noah's room.

Hannah saw me when I ran through the living room.
"Michael? Wait up!" She said, standing up and following me.

I run into the room and close the door. Hannah pokes her head through and looks at me, walking to me.
She sat down next to me and wrapped her arm around my shoulder.
"What happened?" She asks.
"Nothing..." I reply.
"Michael, I can tell you're about to cry..." She says. "You can cry... You know I won't judge you..." Hannah's now hugging me. I dug my face into her shoulder and started crying.

"Noah- h-he... he's just like my dad!" I told Hannah. "He grabbed me and wouldn't let go, and then he slapped me!"

Hannah's face goes serious and then to a calm face.
"He's not like your father." She starts. "Noah's just having a very bad day."
"He slapped me, Hannah. And not a simple little slap. It was a hard slap."

Hannah sighs. "Michael... you need to calm down... this is how you give yourself panic attacks..."
I finally realized how heavy I was breathing.

"Remember when Noah poured ice down both our backs that one day when we were watching a movie because you wouldn't change out of that one hoodie of his?" Hannah started to chuckle. So did I.
"Y-yeah. That was cold." I see what Hannah is doing. She's trying to make me think of the good times. Honestly, it's working.

After a bit, Noah walks in. I can see his puffy red eyes as he tries to hide them.
I nod at Hannah, telling her it's okay to leave.

Noah closes the door after Hannah leaves and walks up to me. "Michael... I'm so fucking sorry..."

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