Michael x Noah 🙏

48. ~Wait!~

This chapter contains angst and topic of SH!!

Noah's pov:
I woke up later than Michael again. He was turned away from me, facing the wall on his phone. I put my arms around his waist and pull him close to me.
"Morning, love." I say to him.
"Morning." He says back, keeping his eyes on his phone.
"Hey," I take his phone, chuckling, I say, "At least pretend you care, love."
"Noooo!! I dooooo care!!" He turns to face me and places his face in my chest. I run my fingers through his hair gently until I hear his phone go off. Normally I stay out of his business, but as the screen lit up, in the corner of my eye I see some random number text him: "Hey baby! I love you!"
"What the fuck." I say out loud, taking my hand out of his hair.
"What?" He lifts his head up to look at me. I grab the collar of his shirt, lifting him to look directly at me.
"Don't what me. Who the hell is this!" I show him the text. His eyes widen when he reads it.
"What the fuck!" I tried to grab his phone back but I pull it away from his reach.
"Who. Is. That." I ask again, this time very sternly.
"I don't know!" He says, a little more defensive.
"Who. Is-" I start.
"I-I'm being serious! I don't k-know!" He looks at me with the actual saddest eyes ever. Obviously he knows though. I won't let those eyes trick me this time. The guy obviously has his number, so Michael obviously knows him. My grip tightens around his shirt.
"Noah... let go..." Michael looks like he's about to panic. I know he has a bad past with this type of physical contact with his parents, but I thought I could trust him.
"No. I won't stop until you fucking tell me." I say again. My anger getting the best of me.
"Noah..." Michael has tears in his eyes. God. Would he actually do something like this? I should go before I hurt him. I should be kicking him out, but I'm not. I really love him... I can't believe this...
I get up and walk out of the room.

"Noah? You okay?..." Charlotte asks me, watching me slam my fists into the kitchen counter.
"I'm fine." I say through my teeth.

Michaels pov:
I pick my phone that Noah dropped on the bed. I look at the text and ask who it is.

**********:

M: who is this?

**********: Mason ;)

M: what the fuck. Do you know what you actually just caused! I told you to never contact me again!

Ma: But I love you, love!

M: I hate you.

I throw my phone in the ground, not even caring if it breaks. I fucking hate him. Now Noah probably hates me! I pick up my phone, seeing a whole lot of new cracks in it. I go onto Noah's contact and call him.
Ring
Ring
Ring
...
Ring
R-
"What do you want." Noah sounds pissed.
"To talk... please... I don't even like who texted me..." I try to explain.
"I don't care. You can call off the wedding until you learn to love one person at a time." He says coldly before hanging up.
"No-" The call cuts off. I throw my phone again. This time across the room. I stand up and immediately head to the bathroom attached to the room. I look around for a second. For anything sharp. I haven't done this in almost five years... I need it though. I need it. I look around and find a razor. I grab it and start to take it apart, pulling one of the blades out. I drop the broken razor, just keeping a blade in my hand. I put it up to my inner arm and make a few cuts. I forgot how much it hurt, but I don't care. I need it.

After five minutes, I hear Noah calling my name in the room.
"Michael... can we talk?" He asks. "Where are you?" He knocks on the bathroom door. I quickly hide the blade, cleaning up any blood on the floor. I walk out, putting a fake smile on.
"What's up..." I say as casually as possible.
"I wanna talk to you about what I said..." He looks into the bathroom. "What were you doi-...ing..." He looks at the bathroom floor.
"Don't tell me... why is my razor broken, on the floor?" He asks, walking in and picking it up. "And why is it blade-less?" He looks at me with a serious glare. I don't answer him.
"What did you wanna talk about?" I ask, trying to change the subject.
"Give me your arms." He says to me, grabbing one of them. I pull my arm away in pain since he grabbed right where the cuts were.
"Michael... please..." He calms down. "Please just show me..."
I sigh, rolling up my blood filled black sleeves, looking away as I give him my arms.
"Michael..." He grabs my arm lightly, looking at the cuts before back at me. "Why would you do this... I thought you were better..." He asks, actually sounding sad.
"I didn't cheat..." I say, trying not to cry.
"Michael..." He says again.
"I didn't do it! I didn't cheat!" I say louder. Noah gets close to me and pulls me for a hug. He kisses my forehead, running his fingers through my hair.
" I'm sorry..." He says to me. " I didn't- you didn't have to do that to prove yourself..." Noah tries to reassure me, but I know I had to. He seriously called off the wedding for this. I pull my head away and look up at him.
"Is the wedding.... Seriously... called off..." I ask him.
"No..." He says, looking down at me. "I realized I shouldn't have said that to you after I said it... I'm sorry."
I place my head back in his chest. Noah picks me up and brings me to the bed. He lays me on it, laying down next to me. We lay together for a little while, until I turn to face him and start kissing up his neck.

Making a part two to this soon :DDD!! Also srry for sm angsty chapters!!
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