NoahXMichael Au's<3

Dog walker AU part 3

Requested by - @UrAverageaJoeIsHere
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Noah's pov:
My head still ached as i slowly woke up, except i felt weight on me for once as i looked down at my chest, noticing Michael in my arms.

How the hell did this happen?

His lips were slightly parted as he breathed through his nose and a little out his mouth, you could see him physically breathe through his chest, it actually looked like this was the first time he's actually slept, especially with the dark circles around his tanned skin as he tried fixing his position to be more comfortable.

I gently lifted his legs and wrapped them around my waist as he stopped moving, fully staying asleep, he was probably uncomfortable slightly, we both couldn't really fit onto one small hospital bed that was obviously made for one, but not even i fitted on, my leg slightly hanging off from the side.

I didn't really remember what even happened yesterday and my head pounded the more i tried to think, suddenly the door opened up to i think her name was Maisie.

"Oh, hi, your awake, how are you feeling?" she comes over to me, her hair was up in a low bun, the front strands out as little waves.

"Decent, my head hurts." i shrugged

"Do you remember what happened to you, yesterday night?" she tilts her head, writing everything i responded with down like an actual nurse, but i think re calling it that Michael did say she was.

"Not really."

"Well to put it short, someone tried breaking in through your window and you got into a fight with him, you seem to be doing fine so i think getting some more sleep and some paracetamol will help, although if you have any problems especially with your stitches then let me know, or let, Micheal know." she grins at me and at him.

I nodded as she checks over Michael, confused as she still has an evilish smile across her face before she makes eye contact with me.

"Michael has insomnia, he doesn't ever sleep, unless you count him knocking out from extreme fatigue, I'm surprised he's actually slept, he doesn't seem like he's on anything either, good job." she explains

"Uh, thanks?" i raised an eyebrow

"Maybe your what he's missing in his life, anyways, you can return back to your room when he wakes back up." she says before leaving, i lay my head back on the white pillow when Michael stirs in my arms, lifting his head up as he looks at me, tiredly, with one eye closed and the other opened, the front bits of hair all messed since they were pressed against my stomach as he yawns quietly, looking away to actually wake up.

He leans back onto me, trailing his finger up and down my chest, kinda like what kids do when they've just finished crying but are in that quiet stage as they slowly function again.

"You look less like shit." he finally says, looking over.

"How did you even end up here?"

"Well, you refused to use anaesthetics because apparently you were afraid of needles, but you listened to me so while you were high as fuck i did your stitches and then you begged me to stay, so i did." he mumbles, climbing off the bed to fix his hair in the small mirror.

I really do like embarrassing myself too much.

"And you just listened?"

"You ask a lot of questions, go back to your room curious boy, you need to rest, don't worry about the pets either, I'm not working so i can look after them." and with that he leaves, i rolled my eyes and cleaned up after myself before returning to my room.

"Oh wait, yeah, shit, forgot, uh, well there's only that room you can in then." he hurries back over me, I'd honestly just noticed that this moody looking boss was also like way shorter than me, he was probably up to my ribs, he points to the room that i swear that's his.

"Isn't that yours?" i look down at him

"Yeah, i don't sleep anyways." he shrugs it off before disappearing again, the cleaners had left my room with glass shards in a small bag as my window was barricaded off, the cold autumn wind rushing through the huge cracks.

I change into some new clothes, before i guess going into his room to sleep, his room was extremely clean and organized, like everything was in it's proper place.

I've never seen someone with ocd before, i feel like if he saw my room at home, he'd freak out.

"What are you staring at?" speaking of the devil, he comes out from wherever he even was, i blink back into reality.

"Concerned on how neat everything is." i simply respond with.

"It's okay to lie, Noah." he chuckles, something about his laugh struck something inside me, even when he said my name, how silky and smooth his voice sounded saying it.

We'd both ended up sitting up close on his bed and talked while The Perks Of A Wallflower played on his tv, I'd never seen such an upsetting movie.

"I only really put this on when I'm upset, makes me realize my issues aren't that bad." he leans back on the bedframe.

"Everyone's problems are important."

"Eh, not really, someone's always
going through something way worse."

"That doesn't make yours any less in valid, how come you put it on today then?" i asked, intrigued as i stared at him, he swallows harshly before finally sighing.

"Every month, my father comes to visit me since i live here and he lives in Italy, but he's been busy for the past like, four years and we don't really communicate as much as we used to, i just miss him." he folds his arms, bringing his knees up as he starts to trail his fingers down his bare thighs.

"How come?" i didn't understand this since my own father hated me, everybody i was surrounded with also always had issues with their parents, this is the first time I've ever heard someone has loving parents, lucky him.

"Do you know what the Black Hand Gang is?" he turns his head to look at him

"I've heard about them a little." i lied, i just wanted him to talk more, i felt like i was obsessed over his voice, it was quiet but loud enough for someone to actually hear, the way he pronounced words was so smooth with a hint of an accent i couldn't quite figure out what it was but it definitely wasn't an accent you'd find in the UK.

"Well we're mafias, well that's what they categorise it in Italy, there's been another battle from a gang and it's been going on for ages, i can't go over and help them either cause I'm like my parents, miracle child, they care about me a lot more since I'm more precious to them since they'd risked a shit ton just for me to exist this long, so now I'm just stuck here, watching my phone all day for someone to tell me how it's been going, but no one has." he explains

"I'm sorry." it was the only two words i could say really, i guess it all made sense with his attitude.

"Don't be, it's fine, he'll come around." he slumps and lays down, flipping around and he legit just fell asleep, quick as if to say, i don't want to talk about it too much, or I'll cry.