NoahXMichael Au's<3

Dog Walker AU

Idea from - @UrAverageaJoeIsHere
I know this wasn't the au name decided but you also didn't have a name really made other than some au which lowkey didn't work so if you do have a new name comment it and I'll change it for ya x
Also i know how you made Michael thirty five and Noah like twenty buttt I'm more used to them being the same age so they're just gonna both be thirty five since they're always potrayed young anyways.
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Noah's pov:
"But I'm extremely sorry for your loss." i repeat for like the fifth time in the past hour, the old lady's dog I'd been walking for like ten years, since i dropped out of university because I'd given up on trying to become a lawyer, had died.
And hey, this time it wasn't my fault, he just died of old age.

"I've had that little boy since i was thirty." the lady sobs, croaking through her words as she rocks slowly on her chair that i don't think was actually supposed to rock.

"Mom! I'm home." a girl opens the door, taking her heels off as she notices me and the lady.

"What's wrong, mother?" the girl rushes over, grabbing hold of her mother's wrinkly hands.

The girl was about twenty, with long black hair, green eyes, pale skin, thin eye liner, she was definitely going for the goth theme although her suit said otherwise.

"Rufus." she sniffles

"Rufus uh, died in his sleep when I'd came to go give him a walk." i quietly intervene as the girl nods, hugging her mother.

Guess I'm out of a job again, for the past, what? Fifteen years i could not for the life of me get a job because of my parents, I'd refused to take over their company and weirdly, i think they've cursed me because they'd left nothing for me behind, i couldn't get a job which meant i flew into straight debt and couldn't continue my course to become a lawyer.

But luckily, after five years and almost, almost ending up on the streets, this lady employed me to walk her dog three times a day, for a good pay honestly that i actually kept up with the rent due.

But well fuck, guess i am gonna have to go on the streets.

I stayed a little longer, helping the daughter out as the lady slowly relaxed before she returned to me again.

"Avery, hun, didn't you say that boss of yours has a dog?" she grins at her daughter who turns off her phone and places it on her thigh, nodding.

"Maybe you can work with him." she offers to him

"I doubt he'd need one, i don't even know who he is." i lightly chuckled, before stopping out of sheer awkwardness.

"He's a cunt, all he cares about is his little pup anyways, maybe he might employ you, stop by tomorrow, I'll take you over, as a payment since you've looked after my childhood dog all these years." she smiles at me as i thanked her.

The next day rolls around and i was shitting it, sitting quietly on some chairs on the side as i waited until this so called boss would come out and interview me, i didn't even know what to say, but judging by how this place looks, they get paid a lot, so if i actually get this job, hopefully I'll get a better pay and maybe i can actually treat myself instead of giving all my life to bills.

The door finally opens as a boy about the same age as me, glares at me.

"You, come in." he grumbles, even closing the door lightly behind him as i walk myself in, he gives me the permission to sit in his chair, a dog prances up onto his lap, panting as he quietens down as the boss pets him.

Michael-Rose Afton.

Well I'd guess that's his name since it's on a label on his desk, the dog was a chihuahua, i didn't particularly like those cause well, they freak me out.