noorhelm // one shots // norsk + english

the secret / AU / ENGLISH

Note: This fic is based off of a dream I had when I was first watching season 2, before William and Noora even got together. I decided to elaborate on this idea, hope you like it.

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SATURDAY
09:38

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Noora felt the sheets underneath her. They weren't the sheets she was used to, they were stiffer and smelled like someone else. They smelled like men's cologne mixed with a little alcohol and smoke.

The room was well lit, with pale sunlight shining on her eyes. She didn't want to wake up, her head hurt and the duvet was warm. Couldn't she just sleep a little longer?

Suddenly she noticed something. A sound. A very soft sound that she had missed before. Someone breathing. Noora's eyes opened at once and she sat up in the bed. She saw beside her the one who she had feared it would be.

William Magnusson.
He was asleep and breathing slowly.

In that moment she remembered everything. A drink. A kiss. And something she regretted, but at the same time didn't regret.

She looked down at herself. She had on party clothes from last night. A striped blouse and black pants. The blouse was wrinkled, and she remembered exactly why. A warm breath against her neck, lips against lips.

She closed her eyes and tried to forget the thought. Her head hurt like hell, and her mouth was dry.

A feeling began to come up her throat. She had to escape before he woke up...

Suddenly she heard a low and deep voice. "Are you going so early, then? Without breakfast or anything?"

Noora froze where she stood and turned around. "I have a lot to do today, don't have time to stay here," she lied.

"Don't be so damn cold," replied William, and opened his eyes to look at her. "Didn't last night change something?"

Yes, it had.

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FRIDAY
22:45

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Eva was drunk. That was quite clear. The party had come to this point, thought Noora.

She didn't want to be at this party. Vilde, Chris, and Eva had forced her to come. She had to come. They had too many questions about why she didn't want to go to William's party. Noora decided to come, but had an agreement with herself. She wouldn't talk to William.

After she played guitar and sang for him he saw too much of her, she felt. He saw under the mask. The way he looked at her was as if he knew her. And she began to feel like she knew him. She had to keep herself away from him. She didn't want to have these feelings for him. So Noora decided to pretend like nothing was happening at this party.

Even though a part of her just wanted to forget all the bad things he had done, and who he was inside, and just give into him.

Anyway, the Penetrator party was going on. She felt the beat of the music in her chest and smelled the alcohol in the air.

"Noora, why aren't you dancing?" said Eva loudly. Her dialect was always stronger when she was drunk. "I love to dance." Noora was pulled down by Eva's arms around her shoulders.