Not So Perfect (William Afton x Reader)

45 - looking through his stuff

I spent so long in a bubble bath that I relaxed. My mind calmed and I was snuggled into a blanket of warm bubbles. William only bothered me to give me some clothes to wear. Clothes that he brought over from this morning. He is so kind, even when he isn't trying to keep me around. Is it wrong of me to want him? To want to talk to him and care for him?

He offered to carry me to his bed. He is trying so hard to make me happy. Poor thing, It seems like he has realised that his livelihood depends on me. I can fuck up his life or protect him. Oh, fuck! His life is on me. I guess I wouldn't tell. It would ease my pain of regret but the guilt will remain. It hurts as if it was squeezing my heart. Attacking my heartstrings. How does he deal with this guilt?

Once midnight hits, I stare endlessly in William's bed alone. This is extremely awkward. I was in his bed without him. It feels bad. I don't know why but I feel sorry that he has to sleep on the couch just to make me happy. Poor foolish thing.

Despite how comfortable and cosy his bed was I felt uncomfortable for being in it. Doesn't matter that I am snuggled in between the sheets, wrapped in the blanket and taking up the blanket all to myself. I was warm, cuddled up into his blanket as if I was in his arms. He let me be in his room alone, making me question myself. Does he know how much I like him? How much do I enjoy his warm arms around me? This is awkward because I want to snuggle into him. Feel his body close to mine. His hands-on my body. His divine kisses that make my heart get all overwhelming by the moments our lips touch.

I might have a problem. Maybe.

I don't want to be nosey but his desk with his work stuff was just across from his bed. More papers flooded his desk. I got up and crept to his desk. How can he work with so many papers everywhere? He has drawn for a reason.

I looked through the papers. Reports, lawsuits and finances. I found a small note. I looked at it with care. The handwriting was neat and bubbly but not as neat as William's. Is this a note from Elizabeth? I remember she has neat childlike handwriting that curled like bubbles and pleasantly pleasing to look at. However, the handwriting changes to William's. Did they have a secret conversation? How sweet.

Elizabeth had written:
'Daddy, I don't want to talk to you about this. Please go along with writing on this paper. Please place this under my pillow when you have answered.
Your best child, Elizabeth'

William:
'What did I do this time?
- Your worried father'

'Why are you spending time with (y/n)? Do you not love Mammy?
Your only daughter, Elizabeth'

'Your mother and I are on difficult terms. Don't worry about it. Does it bother you?
Your great father'

'Michael was being a meanie and told me that you were going to replace Mammy with (y/n). You forgot about us at school... Henry had to come and collect us... Michael said you will leave us with Mammy... are you getting tired of us? Do you want us gone?
Your sad Elizabeth'

'My favourite child. My wonderful daughter. You are my world. I will never leave you or forget about you. I will never let you get hurt or leave you anywhere alone. I was so busy and I was unable to collect you. Ignore Michael. You are my utmost priority, buttercup. I care for you, my princess. Just because I have things going on with (y/n) means nothing to you. How about you clean your room and we go get ice cream. Michael is grounded so don't worry about him.
Your lonely father.'