Unlikely // Tate Langdon (AHS)

• Chapter 5 •

Tate leant against the wall outside the function room as he waited for Heather. He knew this was a big step for her, and he really respected her bravery to do this for herself. Heather carefully stepped out the door and looked left and right before finally spotting Tate. She took some deep breaths as she walked towards him and he could see her body was shaking. This was it. She had done it. She had successfully lied to her parents. There was no backing out now.

"You okay?" Tate asked placing his hand on her arm for comfort.

Heather stared blankly at his chest for a moment before swallowing hard, lifting her head and nodding at him with determination. "Yeah, yeah I'm ready."

They started to walk down the street when Tate informed her "We need to drop by my place before heading to the graveyard. I need to get some things."

"Yeah that's fine." Heather agreed as she wrapped her arms around her body. She couldn't tell whether it was through fear or whether she was genuinely cold.

After a short walk they made it to Tate's house. Tate approached the front door and pulled down on the handle in a way which told her he expected it to be locked. He sighed and shook his head before inserting his keys. His father had left the party before him. That meant if he wasn't in he was with his side piece. Tate wasn't surprised, just disgusted.

"Whats wrong?" Heather asked noticing Tate's change in mood.

"My dads out with his side piece again." Tate spoke lowly through gritted teeth. Heather watched him closely, understanding the gravity of what he had just revealed to her.

"His side piece?" Heather questioned lightly. She didn't want to push him if this was a sore subject but she also didn't want to ignore it and brush it under the carpet. He could have shrugged it off and said it was nothing. They weren't close he didn't owe her any explanations. Yet he trusted her enough to tell her this.

"Oh yeah, my dads been cheating pretty much since they popped me out. All my life. On and off. He blames it on Constance not having enough time for him, claiming Addy was a handful to look after. Really he just can't resist the newest peace of ass that sways through the door." Tate spoke as he unlocked the door and pulled Heather inside. He finished his speech as he closed the door and turned to her.

"I'm so sorry Tate. He sounds like an asshole." Heather spoke with a tinge of anger. How could he do something like that to his family?

"Yeah, well it's nothing new. Guess you get the official welcome to my life right there. Everyone sucks. One way or another." Tate spoke with a ironic laugh at the end.

"Oh yeah, who else in your life sucks?" Heather chuckled quirking an eyebrow at his amused face.

"Well, my mom is a neglectful cock sucker. So I guess you could say she quite literally sucks." A big smile broke out on Tate's face as he realised the irony of his words.

"Okay you are literally the first person I know who has ever referred to their mom as a cock sucker." Heather giggled.

"Honestly, I'm not joking, she brings home new men as often as she does the food shop. I think it's her way of coping with her wandering husband and her mess of a life." Tate stated eyes flicking between the sleeves of his sweater that he was playing with and Heather's face.

"I had no idea, Tate, I-" Heather began before Tate cut her off.

"No, it's fine. Well, its not but, it's ruining freedom night. So let's forget about my shitty family and go get the actual good shit from upstairs." Tate turned and led Heather up the stairs and to his bedroom.

He began moving his chest of drawers and for a second Heather thought he was going to block the door. Fear seized her as she wondered if she had made a big mistake. Was he going to attack her?

Tate noticed the uneasy look on her face before realising how this looked. "Relax. I hide my shit in places around my room so my parents don't find it. I've hidden my weed behind the skirting board behind my chest of drawers. I thought since it's your first night trying this shit you might wanna start on something less intense."

Heather breathed a sigh of relief and actually felt touched by how considerate that was of him. He replaced everything as it was before heading over to his bed and reaching under it to retrieve a bottle of vodka. They began walking to the door before Tate quickly turned back around. "Oh, I almost forgot." Tate said.

He walked over to his wardrobe and reached in grabbing a bottle green hoodie before throwing it to Heather. She looked at him questioningly before he smiled and clarified "I noticed you were cold on the walk here."

Heather smiled to herself as she pulled the hoodie over her head. The hoodie smelt strongly of Tate and she found it to be an oddly comforting smell to her. She couldn't understand it, she was literally spending time with him for the first time, but she felt safe.

They left the house and began making their way to to the graveyard.

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A/N:

Annnnd there is chapter 5!!

I'm sorry this chapter was short but it felt right to keep this part separate from the next part.

You get a lot more of Tate and Heather together in this chapter. I'm looking forward to writing the next chapter as it will involve Heather stepping quite far out of her comfort zone. So hopefully I will have that uploaded quickly!

Until then, thank you for reading!

M x