Michael x Noah 🙏

52. ~Away~

Michaels pov:
I had no idea what time it was but it was still morning. A cold rainy one for that matter. My head hurt like shit as I was so hungover. I heard the bedroom door creep open and Noah walk through. I looked up at his not so happy looking face.
"Michael... Love, I have some news... news you're not gonna wanna hear." His voice was a little soft.
"Hm..?"
"I have another mission..." He trailed off.
"And that makes me sad... why?" I ask, it was normal for him to go on missions. It was his job.
"No, you don't understand. I have to leave." He starts to explain. "Like tomorrow. For two months."
I look up at him. Either he's joking or I'm trippin.
"What?- sorry. Can we not- I'm too hungover for this."
"Michael. There is no later. I have to leave tomorrow." He says, trying to get me to understand.
"Why? Why for two months? Why are you just telling me how? Why-" Noah cuts me off halfway through.
"Because I didn't know either. I didn't want this." He says. "I didn't want for the league that shot at half our team to do so." His voice rising. Noah realized and quickly lowered his voice again. "I'm sorry..." he says.
"Noah..." I start to trail off. I didn't really have anything to say but he needed to know I was listening to him.
"I'm sorry..." he says again.
"But Noah... we literally just got married!" I ignore the pounding headache I have.
"This wasn't planned, my love, I would never do this to you if I had the choice!"
"I know..." I feel my throat start to burn from incoming tears. "That's just a long time..."
Noah looks at the ground. He takes a deep sigh.
"Why can't I go with you?" I ask.
"Absolutely not. I love you Michael. It's too dangerous. You want to be taken again?" He asks.
"No..." I trail off.
Noah sat down next to me of the bed, running his hand through my hair. I pull on the back of his sleeve.
"Lay down with me..."
Noah takes his shoes off and lays down. I snuggle up again his side, keeping my face in between the mattress and his shoulder.

The next day, I walk downstairs to see Noah on the couch.
"Hey, love, I have to leave in about 30 minutes." He says with a smile turning into a frown when he saw my face. I walk over to him, sitting right again his side.
"Please don't leave..." I whisper.
"You'll have Hannah here..." He tries to make me feel better.
"The others are leaving too?" I ask.
"No. I only said Hannah because she's your ride or die." He smiles, running his fingers through my hair.
"That's true..." I giggle a little.
"See. You'll be okay."
"No I won't." I argue, digging my head further into his shoulder.

Finally, the time came where he had to leave. We were in his room as he was gathering all his bags.
"My love... stop with that's face... it's so sad..." he says slowly.
"Well I wouldn't have this face if you didn't have to leave." I said.
Noah placed all his bags down and walked over to me. He picked me up, me wrapping my gets around his waist. Noah placed his lips on mine, deeply kissing me. I return the kiss. After a bit, he pulls away.
"Take care of yourself while I'm gone, okay?" He tells me. "I don't want any calls or texts from Hannah that you doing horrible and not eating or... the other thing." His eyes point to my wrists.
I stay silent. Not sure what to say.
"I told Hannah to text or call if she notices those things. I don't care if you eat like you do now, but if you eat any less, she will let me know."
"I won't do anything..." I say, looking away, knowing I can't promise anything.
"I love you, Michael... I'll see you in two months.
"Bye... I love you..." I say, keeping my head faced the other way. He kisses my cheek.
"You don't have to cry, love." I could feel his smile.
Noah places me down in the bed. I hear the door shut and just like that, he was gone. I burst out into silent tears.

An hour later, Hannah walks in. I only knew it was her because she asked how I was. I was faced towards the wall, laying down with Noah's heavy comforter on top of me.
"Michael, you okay?" She asks, sitting down on the bed.
"Yes..." I respond.
"No you're not... I can tell." She says.
"Then why'd you ask?" I ask her, quickly shutting up since that was kind of rude.
"It's okay, Michael. He'll be back. Plus, he told me to let you know that he will FaceTime you every day."
"With what phone? I shattered mine." I say.
"Again?" She asks.
"Didn't you hear about what happened like, three days ago?" I ask her, still facing the wall.
"No...?" She says.
"Oh... don't worry about it." I say.
"You can use my phone. I'm sure he knows you don't have a phone." Hannah says to me.
"Thank you..." I say, before putting my head u dear the covers.

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