Don't Worry • Credence Barebone X Reader

Thirty-Two

Last update of the day. :)

The next morning you felt a lot better. You still had a small fever, but your head had stopped aching and your appetite was back. Credence was so excited that you were hungry for breakfast. You both laid in bed that morning on your backs, holding hands, when you stated that you were hungry. Credence told you to stay here and he'll fix breakfast. He was absolutely adorable as he slipped out of bed, hair a big mess, and went downstairs to start cooking. You laid there as the smell of eggs filled the apartment. About half an hour later he came up with a tray of food. He set it in the middle of the bed and sat at the end. You sat up and looked at what Credence had fixed for the both of you. There were eggs, toast, and fruit. All things he had gotten at the store the day before. You gave him a proud smile and thanked him.

As you ate you held each other's hand from across the bed. Your fingers were wrapped around his hands. There wasn't much conversation, but the silence was comfortable.
"Credence?" You said after the tray was empty. He looked up at your kind face. "You take such good care of me."
He blushed at your words and looked down with a shy smile on his face.
If he was being honest, he had always wanted the opportunity to take care of you, like you did for him. He felt as though it was the only way to attempt to repay you for everything you had helped him through.
"So, you feel better? You're not sick anymore?" He asked with concern in his voice.
"I feel much better." You smiled. "I'm going to shower and get dressed. I think It'll make me feel a lot better."

After you were ready for the day you came out of the bathroom to see your bed perfectly made and your room completely clean. You smiled to yourself as you walked down the cold, metal stairs.
Credence sat at the kitchen table, drawing. He looked up at you and asked, "You feel better?"
"Much." You nodded.
He smiled and went back to his drawing. You went over and hugged his back, resting your head on his shoulder. His stomach flipped at your gesture, sitting stiffly in his chair.
"I love that you love to draw." You told him as you looked at the picture he was drawing. He sat there for a minute, biting his lip in thought.
"I've- I've never seen any of your drawings b-before." He said, shyly.
"Oh, you're right." You said, standing up straight. He watched you as you walked to the shelf in the living room. You took down a stack of big black notebooks and walked back over to the table, placing them in front of him. You sat down in your chair across from him.
He stretched out his hand to touch one of the books, but stopped and looked up at you, asking for permission. "Of course." You said kindly. He picked it up with so much care and placed it in front of him.
He began to open it when you said, "That's my first one, so don't laugh too much." He smiled at you and continued to open the book.
He turned the pages so carefully and looked at your drawings with so wander.
It made you so happy that he cared so much about your drawings. You loved art and it was such a big part of your life.

After he had looked through all of your sketchbooks you thought about something. "I have some blank canvases up in my room." You told him. "Have you ever tried to paint?"
He shook his head in response.
"Well, that's what we should do today!" You said, starting to go upstairs.

You came down a few minutes later, carrying some canvases and paint supplies. You set them on the floor, in the middle of the room. Then you spread out an old sheet with paint stains all over it. Credence watched you curiously.
"Come on." You said, sitting down on the sheet. He sat down across from you, looking around at all of the paints and brushes. You handed him a canvas, smiling at him. "I-I've never painted before." He stuttered.
"It's not much different from drawing." You stated. "I almost like it better. All the different ways you can do it. I just love it." You were searching through the paints as you spoke. Credence was looking at you and they way your eyes lit up when you spoke about the things you love.

A little while later you and Credence were painting away. You didn't speak much, you were both so focused.
"You know when I was younger, art was all I wanted to do." You said, breaking the long silence. "I didn't really have friends growing up, so art was what I turned to."
Credence moved his gaze from his canvas to your face. You didn't look up at him, you just continued to paint.

"I really wanted to be an artist when I grew up." You paused.
"Why didn't you?" Credence asked, shyly.
"I don't know. I guess it wasn't that practical." You trailed off, your eyes finally meeting his. "This is the first time I've painted or even drawn in a long time.... I just haven't had time. Things have been so crazy." You said. Credence felt sadness at what you had told him. He could tell art was everything to you and he was the reason you hadn't done it in a while.
"I'm sorry." He said quietly, looking down.
"Yeah, it's fine... At least I'm doing it now!" You said, looking up at him. He looked truly sad and you realized he was actually apologizing.
"Credence, no. It's not your fault." You said sweetly.
He looked up slightly and you noticed tears had formed in his eyes.
He blinked and one fell to the ground.
"Credence." You sighed. "Please don't think it's your fault... I just haven't had a lot of free time lately."
He just sat there in silence, his head head bowed.

"How's your painting coming?" You asked a few minutes later, hoping to make him feel better.
"Fine." He quietly said.
"I can't wait to see it." You smiled at him. He looked up at you and attempted a smile.

A bit later you both had finished your paintings. You turned them around at the same time to reveal them to each other. You had painted a beautiful, rainy city with two silhouettes standing under an umbrella.
Credence had painted a beautiful sky with clouds. "It's beautiful!" You exclaimed.
"You had said your favorite color was the sky, so..." He said shyly, not meeting your eyes.
"Well, I love it." You smiled.
"Yours is amazing." He told you.
"Thank you."

Later that evening you and Credence were cuddled on the couch. The paintings sat side by side on the floor by the fireplace. You both looked at them as you held each other. Your head laid against his chest as his arms wrapped around you.
"I really love your painting." Credence started. "It reminds me of when we..." He paused, feeling his cheeks blush.
"Reminds you of what?" You asked, looking up at him.
"Of when we- when we first kissed." He mumbled.
"That's what it is." You smiled at him. "That's what I painted."
You both looked back at the painted, admiring it and remembering the moment you both treasured so much.

"You know," you said a while later. "that was my first kiss too." You felt your stomach flip at what you had just said. Admitting that to him, talking about that moment made you flustered.
"Really?" He said quietly.
You nodded, pressing your lips tightly together. "I'm not the type of person to throw myself at anyone. I'm the type of person who wants to save my first kiss for the man I marry." You didn't know where that came from. You felt your face burn from what you had just admitted. "Credence, I'm sorry." You didn't know what else to say. You had never talk about marriage with him before. You didn't know what he thought about it and if he even wanted that with you.

Sitting in the quiet, you both didn't move an inch. You were beating yourself up in your head for telling him that. You probably ruined everything and any hope of him being more with him than what you are now.
"Credence?" You said quietly. It felt like an eternity since you had last spoke. You both finally moved a little. You sat up a bit, adjusting yourself to see his face. "I didn't mean to say that.... I didn't mean to rush anything." You spoke quietly as you stared at your lap, not daring to look him in the eyes.
"It's okay." His voice was just above a whisper. "Do you- Do you want to talk about it?" You said in a shaky voice.
"We can." He said quietly.
You took a deep breath and began.
"I know we haven't gotten that far in our relationship, but I do think this is something we need to discuss... We can take our time." You said. "I know you're probably not ready for something like marriage and that's okay. We don't need to rush anything. But... All I know is that I love you." You finally moved your gaze to his eyes. They looked completely terrified.
He loved you too, more than anything. But he knew he wasn't ready for something like that.
"Credence, we don't have to rush." You said, scooting closer, placing your hand on his arm. You could tell he was scared. He nodded, feeling tears pour into his eyes. You smiled and placed your hand on his cheek, wiping away tears. "I love you, Credence."
"I l-love you too." He stuttered.
He then closed his eyes, and moved closer to you, his lips meeting yours.
You put your other hand on his other cheek, holding his face as your lips touched.
He pulled away and you rested your foreheads together. "I do want you, Y/N. But not yet. I'm not strong enough." He said, placing his hand to your face.
"Take your time, Credence. I'm not going anywhere." You smiled at his sweet words, feeling happiness spread through your body.