Say You'll Never Let Me Go // Noah Schnapp

Fifteen.

Y/n POV

My alarm blared.

"Oh fuck," I groaned slapping my phone and throwing it. I'm so bad at waking up in the mornings. I forced myself out of bed and practically crawled to the vanity. I noticed a big ass bruise on my neck. I touched it and shook my head. Noah. I couldn't help but smile.

I feel like a teenager, I can't get him off my brain. I am a teenager. But no one has ever gotten a hold of me like he has.

I brushed through my hair, and headed downstairs for breakfast. My mom made pancakes so I sat down. "Morning."

"Morning Y/n."

My hair was in a bun, I totally forgot about the hickey on my neck. When I did remember I was pulling my bun apart and putting my hair over the hickey as fast as possible.

"You okay?"

"I'm fine yeah."

"Why are you-" she trailed off. "Wait is that, that isn't from Noah is it?" She saw the bruise.

"You think I'd cheat?"

"No," she laughed, "I just didn't think you guys were that-" she trailed again.

"Mom we're not!" I felt blushes creeping on my cheeks.

She raised her eyebrows. I blushed more. "And your good with him, you know-"

"Yeah," I said fast.

"If he hurts you-"

"He won't."

"O-Kay."
"Do you really like him?"

I paused then nodded.

Noah POV

Later that night

"Finn, pass me another round," I said.

"Noah you gon be dead by the end of the night."

"We celebrating, so it not matter."

"See you ain't even talking right, and we fourteen."

"Just gimme another fucking shot."

Finn rolled his eyes and poured it, sending to back to me. I grabbed that shit and slurped it up. This felt good. Almost as good as Y/n.

"More, Finn."

"Noah that's not gonna-"

I grabbed the bottle and poured us both a glass, and said, "drink up."

"Fine," Finn sighed.

I downed that whole glass in a few seconds. I didn't even drink that much, but I was so drunk already. Finn was looking a little dizzy too.

"Why did we decide to do this?"

"We are celebrating remember," I replied.

"What?"

I grabbed the bottle and drank some more liquid. I stopped and looked at the curly haired boy.