Endless loop of madness - William afton X reader

7 - lies and memories.

(Edited)
I woke up, warm in bed. Henry's spare bedroom was small with a single person bed and the basics. It was a guest bedroom.

I felt so warm, snuggling into the blanket with my eyes closed. I listened to the quietness as my head buzzed from a hangover. I felt sick and dizzy but if I kept my eyes closed I wouldn't notice.

I felt someone next to me, shifting and pulling the blanket. I looked next to me to see William sleeping so close to me with his arm over me.

He was shirtless and blissfully unaware of me watching him sleeping soundly. His messy hair and his gentle facial expressions made him very calming. Why was he so close to me?

I sighed, shifting around and pretending I didn't see him. Ignorance was bliss in this type of situation. Plus yelling will make the headache worse for me.

I wondered what holding his hand felt like? Last night I was in a daze. The start of the evening was fine but the more it progressed the more it was a mush of pictures or unsure seen.

What did I know? His lips against mine as he calmed me down and cared for me. He cared for me. I don't know if it was a dream. I was unsure. A weird drunk dream, which felt oddly real. The moment, scene, the perfect timing. It felt so oddly nice. It was disgusting. How dare I dream of that fucker in such a way!

I turned around to look at him, annoyed by his presents filling my head like a plague. Whatever happened in dreamland was in dreamland. Reality doesn't need that right now. I don't want that. I don't want him corrupting my annoying thoughts about kissing and touching his hand.

"Oi!" I loudly said, shaking him insensately. I hit and whacked him, yelling as loud as I could go in a low whisper. I didn't want to walk Henry up. That would be rude.

"Stop it." William groaned, turning his back to me. I continued to senselessly beat the sleeping man until he woke up in anger. He rose, glaring at me like I did an unspeakable act.

"Why the hell are you sleeping in the same bed as me!" I glared at him back, raising slightly up to seem taller than him. I wasn't for people looking down at me.

"You were very needy last night, after you got injured. Very clingy and so I stayed in the same bed as you to keep you safe."

"Bullshit. I'm not needy or clingy. You don't know me well enough to tell me what I'm like under the influence of alcohol. I know what I'm like." I yelled out to him, hitting him for lying. "Liars get nowhere in life."

"Is that why you are a whore at a men's restaurant?"

"I'm not a whore! I work along with shifts, dealing with customers and carrying dishes and dishes of food. Then during the day appeared to have to deal with you. I'm much more than some silly little harlot you could easily find on the street." I stumbled out of bed, feeling how odd my foot fell. I felt ill, dizzy and much more.

William helped me up, sighing. His arm around me, holding me up. This wasn't happening. If I needed his help I would have asked for it.

I shoved him away and questioned myself. How much did I drink if he was saying I was clingy? Should I start limiting? No, yesterday was a celebration. The hangover was expected as I drank a lot, mainly alone. I got lost on what those stupid boys were talking about. Yapping on like children about something that seemed unimportant.

"Don't help me. I don't need help from you." I crossed my arms, refusing to even put up with him today. "You already help enough..." I reminded him.

"You'll happily help yourself as you help yourself through my stuff."

"Maybe I need to know stuff about you! I don't like you! You are useless and nobody will ever want you."

"Says the person who kissed me."