Voices Of Heaven-Mike Faist X Reader

~4~

Y/n pov
I woke up to two things. Being poked awake and having a throbbing headache.

"God...it feels like i'm hungover." I croak.

"Oh, here."

He hands me some drink that smells like pineapples.

I trusted him like an idiot.

"The hell is this?!" My headache worsened.

Its a drink with headache medicine. Now drink it before you feel like dieing from pain.

I drink and see him brushing his hair in a mirror.

I must be in his apartment.

"Shit...I don't have clothes for rehearsal."

"I grabbed some comfy clothes that are closest to what you wear." He pointed to the end of the bed.

I chugged the rest of the horrible tasting drink.

"Bleh."

"How is your headache?"

"Better."

I decided to stand up.

"Nope." He pushed me back down.

Thankfully he did because I got dizzy.

"Did I secretly get drunk last night?"

"No, but this happens with nights as loud as last night. It was your first time so it just feels like you're hungover."

He was finally done with his hair. He helped me around his apartment until my headache was mostly gone.

Once we got to rehearsal, I was wearing some black jeggings Mike lended me and a loose Newsies shirt.

Of fucking course.

I still had a slight headache but I lived.

I did my makeup in my dressing room when I heard a knock on my door. It was louder thanks to the headache but I ignored it.

"Come on in." I say, focusing on makeup.

It was Mike.

"You still got a headache?"

"A minor one."

He handed me a solid pill for headaches.

"Thanks."

"Yup!" he popped the 'p'.

I drank some water with the medicine and we walked out to the stage.

We were informed on things to improve on the show for the next performance and we decided to work on them. I was happy because neither Mike or I had to fix anything we did.

He went to his dressing room and I followed like a little duckling.

"What ya doing?" I asked him.

"Just brushing out my hair and gonna put it in a bun."

I liked the idea of his long flowy hair in a bun. I watched him put it in a bun. 

"No." I say

"No?" He asks.

"That bun is gonna pull on your hair later. let me fix it." I command.

I carefully take out his hair ties an put his hair into a braided bun.

"Ya know...this looks pretty cute on me for being a guy." He stated.

"I know~" I stick my tongue out at him.