NoahXMichael Au's<3

Pet AU part 5

Okay guys I'm gonna not let Michael get physically traumatized I think he's gone through enough shit for this au 💀💀💀 jk he's gonna get tortured xoxo
Requested by - ItzzZoee
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Michael's pov:
I woke up in my bed, Noah was holding onto me tightly.
"Mm- what happened-" I coughed
"Sshh, baby, wake up properly first." Noah whispered his breathe hot and soothing

I didn't remember what happened, all I remember is just being in a really long sleep. I only knew that cause I didn't feel real, I felt numb.
"How do you feel?" Uncle asked me checking my temperature
Everyone was around, watching me. Worried, for what though? What happened? Noah held me from behind keeping me in my place.
"Numb..." I yawned
Uncle stared down at my mom.
"He'll feel numb for a few days, very sleepy as well. It's just the blood transferring." She sighed
"His teeth are sharp. Look at them." Noah says patting my shoulder to open my mouth
"I'm not sure about that." She tucks her blonde hair behind her ear a few strands still slipping in front of her face
"Did you make him a vampire?" Daddy sounded mad
"Why would I do that?" She raised an eyebrow
"What is there you wouldn't do? You do fucking witchcraft and whatever shit you do, my son is being dragged into your shit, Victoria." Noah's arms tightened around me
I looked at Noah with a confused look.
"Michael doesn't know what you lot are on about, argue later and explain."

As mom and daddy explained everything made sense. The blood, the hallucinations, the bruises, that woman I kept seeing. It all made sense. My mom was some crazy, insane woman who wanted revenge on me because I was gay and I was a sin. She was after all, a catholic who did witchcraft. I moved closer to Noah, his presence made me feel more comfortable. He was there for me the entire time. He got hurt while I got controlled by my own fucking mother.
"I-" I chewed my lip and digged my nails deep into my thighs, Noah moved my hands away
"He needs some time." Noah whispers
"Right then, everyone out." Daddy said coming over me and kissing me on the forehead
"No, arguing-." I blinked a few tears away
"No one is going to argue, firefly, rest now you need time to process, if you want me I want you to tell Noah, okay?" He rubbed my arms as he hugged me
I nodded and took a deep breathe.

When everyone left I lifted Noah's shirt. There was a huge scar, it went from his collarbone down to his left hip.
"Did I do that?" I asked
"You were pressured and going crazy, my love do not blame yourself, it's okay, I'm okay, your going to be okay." He smiles kissing my forehead
"No, I did that. I hurt you." My eyes filled up
"Not on purpose though. You couldn't control yourself, it was mostly your mother who did it, in your body."
He pulled me into a hug and layed down with me, my hair was itchy against my neck so I pushed it away.

I woke up again confused, Noah wasn't here. I got out my bed and decided to take a shower and change, I've been in these clothes for two days. My hair was knotted and matted. The water felt relaxing against my skin, I felt a little better than yesterday.

I got out the shower and looked at my face, pale but some parts of my face were red. The bruises were still visible along with hickeys. I chose to wear Noah's clothes because they were more warm and comforting. His joggers fit me but his jumper was oversized, it his my scars though so I was alright with it.

I tripped trying to walk down the stairs, why was I so wobbly? I hit my head on the table.
"Baby, oh my, you okay my love?" Noah picked me up
"Hmm.." I buried my head in my shoulder
His cologne was comforting to smell.
"Are you hungry?" He asks sitting me down on a chair
I nodded wanting him to pick me up again, I felt like a stupid child. He chuckled and held me in his arms again, sitting down instead while I sat on his lap.
"What do you want?" He tucks my bangs away
"Non lo so (I don't know)" I shrugged
I sat up, why was I speaking Italian?
"inglese? (English)"
"Why aren't you speaking English?" Noah asked confused
"Non lo so.." I mumbled
Uncle walked in, he clicked his fingers at my face to get my attention.
"parlare inglese (speak English)" he says
"zio, non posso- (uncle I can't)" I blinked at him
"tua madre è una donna stupida, respira, starai bene. (Your mother is a stupid woman, breathe you will be fine. " he kissed my forehead and left
"mi amor?" Noah whispers
"¿Sí?" I turned to him
He took a deep sigh of relief, probably because I can speak Spanish. Why can I not speak English though?

Noah had to go outside to help water the plants while I ate. Slowly. I could barely hold a fork. Suddenly a hand covered my mouth and the world turned black.