Michael x Noah 🙏

40. ~Dreams Mean Things~

Michaels pov:
Again. And again. I feel it. Eyes on me in public. It's not like normal when people glance over to see whose there. No, it's like I'm being watched. Followed. I don't even feel safe inside Noah's house. It's like the eyes only stop watching when I'm inside Noah's room with him. Everywhere else it's like I'm being watch. Every little move. Both of us are in his bed, but I can't get it out of my head that I could be being watched.
"You okay, love?" Noah asks for what feels like the 25th time in the past three days.
"Yeah... Just the pills..." I smile. That was my excuse every time he asked.
"I'm starting to think we should speak to a doctor about this... it's messing with your brain." Noah runs his hand through my hair.
"No, it's okay. I need them or I'll be in a hell of a lot of pain." I nuzzle myself up against him, picking my nails. Noah notices and grabs my hands with his warm comforting hands.
"How about you go to bed. I'm pretty tired myself." Noah says, wrapping his arm around me and pulling me even closer. I nod, even though I probably couldn't. I nuzzle my head into his neck. The familiar warmth of comfort quickly takes over my uneasiness. I slowly start to fall asleep.

It's dark. I can't see anything but black. There it is. The feeling like I'm being watched. Open your eyes! No. I'm not sleeping. This isn't a dream. But seriously, where the fuck am I?
I hear someone behind me.
"Shhh~ Michael, you asked for this." I turn my head, still seeing nothing but darkness.
"Who's there...?" I ask.
"Only the people you used to inseparable from." Another voice says. Wait. I know these voices.
"Fredrick? Simon? Mark?" I call out.
"Wow, not as stupid as we thought." Fredrick comes into view. I can see him now.
"Where are we?" I ask.
"No where you haven't been." Fredrick answers.
"What is that supposed to mean?" I ask a question for the billionth time.
"That's for us to know, and you to find out." Simon comes into view.
"Oh, and you may be wondering what we want." Fredrick speaks again. "Well, we came to bring you back to your father. You know, you took his son away."
"You three did too! You all helped me do it!" I defend myself.

"Oh and screaming won't help you." Mark brings up. "Your Fiancé is in on this too." He laughs.
"What..." My voice breaks to a whisper. I watch Noah walk into my vision but... that wasn't Noah... I mean, yeah, it looked just like him but I could feel it in the air. That wasn't him.
"Noah..." My voice shaky. "What are you doing..."
"You can't really think I, a mafia boss, could love a weakling like you, did you?" He chuckles. My heart breaks.
"Noah.." It feels like someone ripped a hole in my heart.

"Well, anyway, we'll be taking you to your father now." Fredrick interrupts us. "And just to make sure you don't try anything.." He pulls a gun out and points it at me, along with Noah. "Walk."
I don't move. I feel tears well up in my eyes. Two seconds later I feel someone grab me from behind. I start to struggle and scream, only to be muffled by a hand.

"Michael?" I hear. "Michael!" My eyes shoot open. I see I'm still in Noah's room. I turn my head backwards to see it was Noah sitting up in the bed holding me still, covering my mouth. "Are you okay? You were crying in your sleep." He uncovers my mouth, turning my body to face him. I nod, wiping my tears with my arm, as I try to get out of his grip, only to be held tighter.
"What happened?" He asks, running his hand through my hair a few times.
"Please let go..." I whisper to him.
"Love, whatever happened was just a nightmare. You can trust me..." His voice back to his normal, comforting voice. Not like the one in my dream.

I stopped trying to get out of his grip. I wasn't relaxed but I knew there was no use. He was way stronger than me. I didn't want to go back to sleep, but all I wanted to do was sleep. I wanted to be alone, but I also didn't want to be alone. I wanted to tell Noah everything and cry as he comforted me in his arms, but I also wanted to keep everything to myself because I can't trust anyone right now.

We eventually fall back asleep. Sleeping til 10:00 the next morning. Or at least, I did.
"You up, love?" Noah looks over at me from his desk.
"Yeah..." I sit up in the bed and rub my left eye.
"You wanna tell me what happened last night?" Noah asks, walking over to me, sitting next to me.
"I had a nightmare..." I start off. "One where you were in on a plan to kidnap me or something... hurt me even..."
Noah's eyes go stern. "What exactly happened?"
"Fredrick, Simon, and Mark were in a black room with me. I could only see them when they stepped in front of me... Then you came along and said I was stupid for loving you and you pulled a gun on me..."
Noah wraps his arms around me and pulls me onto his lap. "You know I would never do that in real life, right?"
I nod, hesitant at first. I don't really know that though. Yeah, I'd like to believe it, but sometimes people aren't who they say they are.

"I think it was a sign..." I finally say.
"A sign?" He repeats.
"Noah... I've been feeling like I'm being watched these past few days." I tell him.
"What? Why didn't you tell me?" He asks.
"Because I've been trying to convince myself it's just the pills... but... I'm not going crazy. I've been taking the pills for a while now, and this is only starting to happen now.
Noah sighs. "You're not crazy. I believe you. It wouldn't be shocking if there were someone watching you. Probably planning a kidnapping. Thanks for telling me, now I know to be on extra high alert." He kisses my forehead and gets up.

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