Darkness Helps Me Hide It

Chapter 21: Finally there

*Dark POV*

I woke up quietly from what I knew wasn't a long sleep. I was awake most of the night. Just lying there facing away from Y/N. I know I shouldn't have but I didn't know how to respond with what he said. He said he loves me. I feel like its because of what I did for him. He doesn't really know me. If he knew what I did for a living he'd never want to be near me. He'd never say those words ever again.

Though when he did say it I felt a warm feeling in my stonach. It didn't feel bad. It felt weird. Maybe I did like him but love him? I don't want to admit anything.

I snapped out of my thoughts when I felt Y/N sit up and yawn. I closed my eyes and stayed still to act I was still asleep. I'm guessing he went to the bathroom cause he left the room. I looked at the clock that read 6:48. Pretty early. I wonder if Anti was still asleep. Probably. That guy could sleep through a sto-

"JESUS CHRIST WHAT THE HELL IS HAPPENING!?" I heard Y/N scream from the bathroom. After the scream I heard a thud. I got up quick and, as I had guessed, the noise was coming from the bathroom. I knocked a few times.

"Hey are you okay?" I asked casually. I mean yeah he probably fell on his ass but why?

He quickly opened the door to reveal he had him pajama bottom pulled down. "I have a dick!" He had a bright smile on his face. Seemed proud.

I was wide eyed at the fact he'd flaunt it so openly. I felt a bit of heat come onto my cheeks. I composed myself and coughed.

"Alright I guess you're finally a full fledged man. Not bad." I smirked. He pulled up his pajama bottoms and suddenly his smile fell.

"What's wrong? Not satisfied with how you look?" I curiously asked. He looked down a bit as to not make eye contact.

"Y-yeah I am. I'm so happy about this, you really have no idea, b-but I uhh have to umm...go." He stepped passed me and went back into the room.

What's his problem? I turned off the bathroom light and followed right behind him. He stopped in front of the mirror and took off his shirt and stared at himself. He seemed to be in a state of shock from seeing how he turned out.

I leaned against the doorframe and watched as he would move his arms up and down. He'd play with his hair and flex a little. He wanted to make sure it was real. He reached out and touched the mirror. A smile crept onto his face and he let out a happy sigh.

He saw me in the reflection and his smile died down. Bummer..

"Y/N tell me what's wrong." I demanded.

He mumbled something but I couldn't make out what he said. I went over to him and turned him around. I was getting agitated now.

I grabbed him by the collar he was still wearing. He hasn't taken it off except to shower. I lifted him up the slightest bit and made him look at me.

"Listen, you are going to tell me what's wrong. Its not an option but a demand. Now tell me what's wrong." My voice was in a serious tone.

He looked like he was about to cry. He stuttered a bit but he gave me an answer.

"I'm just confused as to what I am to you now. Even after everything you've done for me, I feel like I don't mean that much to you. You already know how I feel.." He sniffles a little. "..I just thought maybe you felt the same way." He whispered the last few words.

I slowly let go of him and settled my anger down. I felt terrible. I care for him. I did. I do. Something was holding me back from saying it. I put my hand to my face and grit my teeth. 'Say it damn it. SAY IT'