If the world went backwards - Issac foster X reader

Just a dream?

Issac (Zack) POV

I tensed as I felt a weight in my shoulder. I turned my head to see (Y/n) leaning on it, her breathing was even which told me that she was asleep. Not wanting to disturb her I carefully shifted so that she was sleeping right side up. I then picked her up bridal style and brought her to her room. Her room was tidy as I expected and simple. There was simply a bed, dresser, desk with a computer, and a closet. There were some pictures here and there of her and another woman with her.

I placed her on the bed. I was planing on leaving tonight, I couldn't have the police catching me. I pulled the covers onto of her and turned to walk away but then something grabbed my arm. I whipped around in fighting stance on instinct, only to find (Y/n) gripping my wrist. "Don't leave," she said, "please mom don't leave."

Mom I wondered I looked around the room and I was sure the woman in the pictures was her mother. "So you lost someone important too, huh." I said. I looked back down at her, she was still gripping my wrist.

Maybe I will stick around a little longer.

*time skip*

(Y/n) POV

I woke up in my bed that I didn't remember getting into. That's it! What happened must have all been a dream! Mom was still alive. There was no psychotic person living in my house. Everything was just a nightmare. I let out a long breath I hadn't realized I had been holding in. There was a big test today at school that I couldn't miss but I decided I would skip the rest of my classes and visit mom today. I got dressed and entered the hallway only for a sweet smell to fill my lungs. Who was cooking? I walked into the kitchen to find the psychotic killer from my dream cooking. Was I still dreaming? I pinched myself. Nope. I signed. Zack looked over and saw me standing in the doorway. "Good morning to you too, grumpy head." "Who are you calling grumpy head, you.... you.... you psychotic cook." It was the best I could come up with so early in the morning. To my surprise he laughed. It was kind of cute. "I think you just proved my point mrs. Grumpy." I glared at him, "what are you making anyway?" I asked. "That's for me to know and you to find out." He responded. I pouted and started walking over attempting to peak over his shoulder and find out just what he was making for myself. However he simply shifted blocking the counter from my view. I moved to the other side and he moved as well. This went on for a couple minutes before I huffed of to the table with frustration. I heard him laugh again as I walked away. I could definitely get used to that sound, I thought.

(A/N) I apologize for not updating for so long. I just really didn't have that spark that make me want to write and so instead of rushing the story along I decided to wait till I got it back. Hope you enjoyed the story.)