Voices Of Heaven-Mike Faist X Reader

~5~

I woke up with Mike cuddling me. I sighed and looked to see the alarm clock was about to go off.

"Hey idiot. WAKE UP!"

He fell off the bed...but he was still hugging me.

"Mi...ike..."

He got off me quickly and helped me up.

"Sorry!"

"It's all good. Just hurry up. I want 7/11 this morning."

"You are forgetting you still have a fever."

"But miiiiiiiiike!"

"You know I am gonna get murdered if I let you go anywhere." He jokes.

I sigh and decide to sit up. I stand and grab some soda. I take the whole bottle back to the bedroom and set it on the small bedside counter.

"Can we watch some Disney movies?"

"Sure!" Mike exclaimed.

I think he likes Disney movies too much.

Something we have in common.

I was singing my best to 'A Whole New World', despite how sick I was.

The day was pretty chill.

Heh.....be more chill.

We watched Disney movies.

We kinda just did that for the rest of the time I was sick.

It really only took a week to be normal again.

But holy fuck it feels good to breath in through your nose. Just take a moment to breath in deeply through your nose. It feels like heaven...unless you are sick right now.

If so....well I feel for you.

We went into work that morning and it was pretty normal. We rehearsed until people started arriving at the theater.

I redid my make up and as I was straightening my hair, Mike came into my room in a fast pace.

"Mike?? What's w-wrong??"

"I...I don't know. I just got into listening to sad music to turn in Connor and I just...got a thought....that...I should just..."

I run up to crying actor, hugging him.

"I-It's okay....I-I p-promise." I tried to comfort him.

We hugged both feeling the painful negative emotions coming off of each other.

We slowly release.

I looked into his fairly wet eyes.

"Don't do that to yourself, michael."

"Okay, I promise."

We realised we had our arms around each other and awkwardly let go.

I went back to straightening my hair. He stayed in my dressing room for the rest of the time before showtime.

Mike drove me home after the show. He walked me up to my apartment.

"Hey uh...what happened earlier....sorry that was-"

"No. I get it. I've done it before...but...you promised not to do that again. S-So you better not do it." I joke.

"Yeah-"

Suddenly a loud sound comes from in my apartment. We both jump.

"Mike...no one else lives in here. Its just me."

He opens the door and a group of guys we smashing everything and taking money that was laying around.

They take a moment of realising that we were there.

One guy charges at me with a knife. Mike wasn't fast enough to stop the knife from slicing across my left shoulder. While Mike fought off this guy to run away, I didn't even realise I had fallen to the floor.

"Y/N! Are you okay?!"

I winced and looked at the blood.

"Yeah, I'm just over reacting." I dab my finger at the wound.

"You are not!"

"Let's see if their is some stuff to clean up the wound."

He stops me.

"I don't want you going in there."

"M-Mike?" I look into his worried face.

Before I knew what was happening I saw Mike kiss me.

He...HE KISSED ME! I reacted to it by kissing back, softly. His was passionate at first but went into a sweet soft kiss.

We let go after a minute that felt like so much longer.

"Let's grab necessities. They will come back. You should stay at my place until we figure out something."

At this point why not just live there?

I nod and grab stuff I need and my favorite stuffed animal.

We leave and go to Mike's house.

"You can stay in the guest bedroom." He puts his keys and coat away.

I enter the room and see a neatly made bed with decorations everywhere.

It was beautiful.

I sat in the bed and felt the warmth of the room soothing my panic from before.

Mike enters the room with a small smirk on his face. He puts a bandage that says something from a kids show on it on my small wound.

"Thanks for this, Mike."

"No problem."

We go to the living room and snuggle while watching The Hunchback of Notredame. I fell asleep before we finished.

I woke up and realised we were still on the very comfy couch.

Mike was still cuddling me like I'm a teddy bear. I didn't mind....except we have work again.

Thankfully it's the weekend for us.

I was ready to have a weekend. This job is tiring.

But I really wouldn't trade it for anything else.