Delightful | William James Moriarty x Reader

Chapter 18

The complete darkness was so soothing. It was comforting, peaceful and not chaotic.
The complete opposite of your so called life. But of course it's ripped away from you in an instant. Quite literally. "You have to get up." You know who it is, even if you're half asleep. Right now as you find it within yourself to hold back, you've demoted him to the one with the glasses. "Says who ?" You groan, holding back the urge to scream.
"The sun." He simply spoke.

You're blinded by the overwhelming amount of light shined through the small room.
You've been tested time and time again but nothing compares to this. Compares to him.

"Don't interfere with our plans." His voice didn't carry the tone of a threat but you felt it.
What was he even talking about ?
"You think I actually care enough to do that ?" You shut your eyes, it was too early to care about a threat. What even was their actual plans ? What do these men even do with their days ? Does nobility mean to do nothing ?
Although you've never encountered people so rich, you always thought rich were pricks. Like that saying "eat the rich" or whatever.
They didn't seem that bad. For now.

"You're still here ?" You roll your eyes.
He's stood in the doorway at least.

You could practically feel his stare it was burning through you. "I didn't ask for a lecture !" You groan rather to yourself, finally coming to terms with the fact that you'll never know peace...with the one with glasses. "Yet you had no problem interrupting Williams lecture the other day, did you ?" Louis was quick with his response it was almost impressive. "He told you about that ?" You yawn, not even being capable of acting surprised. "Of course he did. Why did you do that anyway ?" He calls, already on his way out, unwilling to hear your excuse.

"I needed answers !" You groan one more, your voice muffled from your head being trapped under the pillow. Attempting to block out the annoying sound of four eyes.
"You know what ?" You mumble to yourself, peeking out from below the pillow.

"I can't be bothered." Just like that your face practically slams into the pillow and you're asleep within seconds.