"Relax baby girl, it will be fine" Michael smiled as he lightly squeezed my hand. "My parents already love you and you haven't even met them"
"It's not your parents I'm worried about" I replied, taking in a shaky breath.
"Then what is it?" Michael asked gently.
"I'm allergic to cats Michael" I said.
"I know I know baby but he hardly ever comes out of my parents room. You brought your epipen?" Michael questioned.
"Yeah" I mumbled.
"It will be okay sweetheart, I know what to do if anything goes wrong" Michael pressed his lips to mine briefly before opening the door.
"Y/n's here" Michael yelled.
Moments later I was wrapped in someone else's arms. "Y/n dear it's so good to meet you"
"Mom" Michael said, laughing. "Let her breath"
"It's just so good to meet you. Michael's talked about you nonstop for months" she smiled.
I blushed as Michael took my hand in his again. He lead me over to the living room and introduced me to his father.
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"You're such a good cook. I don't know what Michael was talking about" I laughed as I set my fork down.
"Why? What did Michael say?" His dad questioned.
I saw Michael tense up next to me.
"He says you always burn the food" I said, repeating Michael's words.
"One time" his mom exclaimed. "One time"
Michael and his father started laughing at her sudden outburst.
"One time three years ago and these two still haven't let go of it" she laughed.
My laughter was cut off when my throat tightened. I could feel sharp claws digging into my legs as the cat began scratching at my arms.
"Michael" I whispered, reaching out for him.
I felt the cat being lifted off of me before there was a slight sting on my thigh. For a moment everything was fuzzy and I could feel the swelling in my throat loosen a bit as Michael pushed the epipen in again.
Michael's pov*
"Michael" I heard her whisper as I searched her pockets for the epipen.
"Dad the cat" I yelled. I lifted him off her lap and put him on the floor. My father rushed to get him out of the room.
"It's gonna be okay baby" I said. "Shh, baby girl. It will be okay"
I took her hand in mine as I pushed the epipen into her thigh. I did it a second time as y/n began to calm down and breath easier. She had tears in her eyes as she leaned forward and laid her head in the crook of my neck. I brought my hand up to brush through her hair but stopped when I saw the bright red covering my hand.
"Baby" I murmured, trailing my eyes down to her wrist.
"C'mere" I lifted her up against my chest so I didn't wake her up.
"Do you need help Michael?" My mom asked.
"No. I think she's okay now. Just keep the cat out please" I replied.
"Of course" she nodded.
I smiled at her before I took y/n into my room. I laid her on my bed before I went to get the first aid kit. I gently cleaned up the blood and cuts on her arm before I wrapped it in gauze.
"Is she okay?" My dad asked as I entered the room.
"Yeah" I sighed. "She's sleeping in my room right now"
"How about you, are you okay?" He asked.
"Uh yeah. That just scared me a bit" I answered.
"It's understandable" he patted me on the back. "I'll finish up the dishes"
"You sure?" I questioned.
"Yes yes go be with your girlfriend. She needs you more than I do right now" my father said.
"Thanks dad" I smiled as I set the towel down.
Y/n was still asleep when I went upstairs but the door closing woke her up.
"Baby girl" I whispered, crossing the room to sit next to her.
"Yeah" she whispered.
"Are you okay?" I asked, placing my hand on her leg.
Y/n nodded before shutting her eyes again. I shuffled up against the headboard and moved her head on my chest. Y/n pushed herself closer to me as I started tracing designs on her back.
