Vampire Next Door ⋆⟡⋆ Miguel O'Hara x reader

Ch. 22 high and dry ⋅⋆⋅

nsfw 18+

You're reading in bed, music blasting from your speakers, drowning out any thoughts of your own. A dark shadow blocks the moonlight from your face. It's your neighbor, standing outside on the fire escape, looking out, seemingly in thought.

You got your break you think. Something forces you to stand up, perhaps his magnetic force—so strong you're pulled to him, floating without thought through your window and onto the fire escape, right beside him.

He turns around, towering over you, looking down at you silently.

You're facing him now, sober, feelings more clear. One look at him and thoughts overwhelm your focus.

You're sorry for asking for a break, for telling him to leave you alone, for making him ever doubt how you felt. You're sorry. He was right, you are hot and cold.

You can feel the apology, it's formed a lump in your throat. Sounds easy enough, tip of your tongue, even. But you just can't spit it out.

"Alicia is having a party this weekend. Saturday. 9pm," you mutter.

"Is that all she does?"

"Thought you'd want to come. You've been cooped up inside your apartment, and... I want to hang out with you."

He looks down, then looks up at you, and nods.

"I'll be at your door at 8:55."

You nod.

He goes back through his window and you go back through yours.

Starting over, starting somewhere.

****

"I want another shot," you mutter behind him, watching him pour himself another drink.

"You've had two in fifteen minutes, lay off, will you?" he snaps, shaking his head.

"I wasn't asking, I was telling you," you push past him, grabbing the tequila bottle.

"Then go tell someone else about your stupid decisions."

"Decisions? It's tequila. You're so dramatic."

You roll your eyes, he crosses his arms.

One of your neighbors stands two feet in front of you, sipping a drink. He's clearly witnessed the whole thing.

"You two are like an old married couple," he mutters, before sipping.

"What? No, we're just really close," you scoff.

"Ha... wait are you serious?

"Yeah, just neighbors," you mutter, annoyed.

Miguel looks at you, offended.

"Just neighbors," he scoffs, before taking a chug and walking off.

"Hm, does he know that?"

"What's it to you?" The alcohol's making you mean, bitter.

"See the way he looks at you, that's all."

You scoff.

"Yeah, like he hates me," you mutter, before drinking more.

"Like he's in love with you."

You nearly choke on your drink.

"In love?" you turn around to look at Miguel, who's talking to some random, sipping his drink, looking up at you from across the room.