Don't Worry • Credence Barebone X Reader

Twenty-Seven

A/N: Wow it feels surreal on an imac 

You woke up to the faint sound of people talking downstairs. Something that happened in a long time, you missed it. You opened your eyes softly to see Credence. You were both laying on your sides, facing each other. He was just looking you with his tired eyes. You gave him a small smile, closed your eyes and stretched out your limbs. You turned onto your back. "Did you sleep well?" You asked, turning your head to see him. He nodded, turning onto his back as well. You both laid there for a few minutes, waking up. You started to smell an amazing scent coming from downstairs. "Let's go get some breakfast, huh?" You sat up and climbed out of bed. He followed close behind you.

You went downstairs and walked into the kitchen. "Good morning, sunshine!" Your mother greeted you. "Good morning, Credence. Did you sleep well?" She asked. "Y-Yes. Thank you." He said quietly, not giving eye contact.
"What are these?" You asked right away. Your eyes lit up at the sight of a big bouquet of flowers on the kitchen counter. "I don't know who they're from, your father wouldn't let me peak in the note." She said with a disappointed look on her face. "Well, who are there for?" You asked, gently touching the flowers. "It says (Y/N) on the envelope." She said, holding out the note to you. Your eyes got wide with excitement. You quickly tore through the envelope, impatient to see who it was from.

Dear (Y/N),
I heard that you were going to be in town for the holidays. I know we haven't seen each other since high school, but I was hoping we could catch up. I'll be here at 6:00 p.m. to pick you up. Be sure to dress up because we'll be going to a Christmas party. I hope this isn't too sudden, I just really wanted to see you.
Love always,
Will

P.S. I hope daisies are still your favorite flower.

"It's from Will." You said, a little shocked after reading it. "Will? High school, Will?" You mother asked.
"Yeah." You said, still staring at the note. "Well? What does he want?" She asked, excitedly.
"He wants to catch up, tonight at 6:00." You told her. She looked at you with shock. "Are you going to go?"
"I can't believe he remembered my favorite flower." You whispered, playing with the petals.
Credence watched you as you stared at the flowers with a smile on your face. He didn't know your favorite flower were daisies. He would have gotten you some if he knew. Who was this 'Will' anyway? You never mentioned him. Why did he make you happy just from a note and some flowers?
All these thoughts flew through his head at once.

You and Credence sat alone in the dining room, eating breakfast after the excitement subsided a bit. You sat next to each other, eating the oatmeal your mother had made. Everyone else had already eaten and left the house, doing their daily things. Credence hadn't said a word since you noticed the flowers. "Credence?" You asked, quietly. "If you don't want me to go tonight, I won't." You stared at your bowl.
Of course Credence didn't want you to go. He wanted you to stay here, with him. But this was obviously something that you were very excited about and he couldn't take that away from you. "No." He started. "Go, I'll be fine." He spoke softly. It was hard for him to get the words out.
You sat there, looking at him for a while. "Are you sure?" You didn't want to upset him. He slowly nodded. You leaned forward, kissing him on the cheek. "You're the best." You told him, picking up your bowl to take back to the kitchen.

The rest of the morning was spent around the house. You and Credence talked with your mother for a while.
"How did you two meet?" Your mother asked, with a sneaky grin. You and Credence were sitting on the small coach you sat on the night before. You felt your cheeks turn red. "Um-well." You stuttered, looking over at Credence. "One morning I was running late to work, so I wasn't paying attention to what I was doing." You smiled at the memory. "We collided and the flyers he was handing out went everywhere." You looked over at Credence beside you. He was smiling at you, remembering the feeling of seeing you for the first time. He remembered it like it was yesterday. You were wearing a dark red coat and a black hat. And of course your perfume. It smelled like flowers and sugar. Every time he smelled it, it reminded him of that first day. You had the most worried look on your face, but you looked so perfect. The way your eyes held so much warmth and kindness, he couldn't believe it. You had never even talked to him before and you already cared. The way you apologized and helped him pick up the flyers was the kindest thing he had witnessed in a long time.
He was so lost in his thoughts of you, he didn't realize your mother was talking to him. "Credence?" You said, kind of laughing. "I'm sorry, what?" He said, coming back to reality. "What flyers where you handing out?" Your mother asked. You looked back at him, nervously. You hadn't gotten too into telling your mom about his past. "U-Um-" He started, looking to your mom then back at you. "My ma's work." He trailed off. "What did your mother do?" She stared at him.
"Mom." You said, looking over at Credence. His hands were deep in his lap and his head was bowed. "Let's talk about something else." You said, placing a caring hand on Credence's knee. The conversation went on to talk about your past. You moved into the kitchen with an old photo album.