His Effect [h.s] AU

𝐀𝐧𝐮𝐚𝐥 𝐂𝐥𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞 𝐀𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐚𝐫𝐲

I had went to bed that night confused at Four's behavior change. His actions were so clear on what we were about to do but it was as if something flashed in his eyes that he immediately became afraid to even touch me.

At least, that's what it seemed like to me.

Did he feel like he was taking advantage of me? Because I thought I made it clear that I was enjoying it and didn't want to stop. I tried calling him after he left but the call kept being forwarded to voicemail before I left a simple message, asking him to get home safe.

I couldn't really sleep after that but I forced myself regardless. In about five hours I would be awaken by my mother who's dressed in a robe with a full face of light makeup, you wouldn't even think she was over thirty.

"It's early," I groan as I squint at the light coming in my window from the curtains she opened. "Why are you waking me up so early?" I absolutely hate being awakened early when I don't need to be ready until the afternoon.

My eyes felt heavy as I sat up and watched her go inside my closet and bring out the flowy white dress and a pair of heels that I know I'll be switching soon to sandals.

"Breakfast is on the table. You'll need to start getting ready, do you want me to tell Travis to help you with your makeup?" She says making me shake my head vigorously. If there was anything I didn't need, it was Travis telling me how my eyebrows weren't lady like because they weren't as thin as a ladies eyebrows are supposed to be.

My mom nods and leaves my room. For the remainder of the time she's out of sight, I fall back into bed and put the pillow over my face to muffle out my groans and the annoying sunlight coming in from my window.

I got in another twenty minutes of sleep before my mother was coming back in my room, scolding me out of bed. I liked it better when she isn't here, I could wake up at whatever time I wanted.

I groggily made my way into my bathroom and began my shower, shaving my legs as best as I could before shaving everything else. After my shower, I change into some comfortable clothes to do my makeup in.

Once I'm ready, I stay in my shorts and spaghetti strap shirt and make my way downstairs to the kitchen to see Jaque eating waffles and scrolling through his phone. He doesn't acknowledge me and I don't say anything to him either.

At least he was staying out of my case. I grab myself a plate of waffles and decorate it with some strawberries and blueberries and  accompany it with a glass of orange juice. As I take my first bite, my mother comes in the kitchen and shows what appears to be a caterer around the kitchen before she turned to us with a pearly white smile.

"How are my babies?" She smiles wide as she kisses Jaque on the forehead and tousles his curls. Jaque slightly smiles and continues on his phone. "Who are you bringing?"

"Some friends." Jaque shrugs, keeping his conversation short. My mom nods and turns to me.

"I suppose Madi?" She says in question and I swallow my food.

I can tell Jaque is paying attention to what I am about to say. "No, I mean she's coming but I'm bringing Four." I say and her smile widens.

"Oh, that cute boy you brought over for dinner!" She chirps. "He was so polite, your father and I would love to have him here." Her phone begins to ring and she excuses herself, leaving Jaque and I alone.

"You're not bringing Four." He says, standing up to place his empty plate in the sink. I take in a breath of annoyance and ignore him. "I'm serious, Josephine." His eyebrows furrow as he looks at me with a glare.

"And why not?" I challenge.

"Because I don't want you around him, not everything has to have a fucking reason." He slams his hand down on the marble countertop.