Don't Worry • Credence Barebone X Reader

Twenty-Four

"(Y/N)?" You heard him say behind you. "Yeah?" You said, not turning around. "A-At first I didn't know what was wrong with me." He started. You turned around slowly, amazed that he was opening up. "I had seen couples on the street, but I never thought anything of it." He rested his hands on the table, still nervously playing with them. "I didn't know what I was feeling. Every time I saw you my stomach-" He paused. You sat down at the table, still listening attentively. He sighed, gathering the courage to keep talking. "Then I realized what I was feeling. Then I was s-scared for feeling that way." He still felt weak for admitting when he was scared. You could tell too, so reached out and placed your hand in his. "You're doing great." You smiled at him. "I-I thought I should stop, because I knew you would never see me that way. Then that night when you helped me in the alley. I thought maybe-" He paused and bowed his head lower. You squeezed his hand tighter. "Maybe you-you felt the same way." his voice got quieter as he spoke. "I do, Credence. But I can't help but wonder if-" Your eyes shifted around the room as you bit your bottom lip. "If you feel this way because I'm the first person to show you kindness." You took a deep breath and continued. "There is so much out there and so many kind people. I don't want to hold you back from something- someone better." Your voice was shaky. It was hard to say these things because I didn't want him to go, but you couldn't hold him back.

You both sat there in silence for a while, holding each other's hand from across the table. "I don't think there is better. How does it get better than you?" He said, breaking the silence. You looked up to see him staring at you. You smiled, tears falling down your face. You stood up from your chair and walked over to him. He stood up and you jumped up into a hug. You started to shake with sobs. He held you so tight. One hand holding your waist and the other resting on the back of your head. You hugged his neck and buried you face in his chest. "I love you, Credence." Your voice was muffled from the tight hug. "I love you too. So much." At this you hug him even tighter.

He pulled you off of him and held your face. He moved the hair away from your damp face. Tears continued to fall from your eyes, but he wiped them away with his thumb. He stared at you with so much love in his eyes then he pulled you into the sweetest kiss. He held your face with both hands. You grabbed the side of his shirt and placed your other hand on his arm.

It was the most passionate of kisses. You hadn't kissed him since the night you found out about Mr. Graves. It felt so good to finally kiss him again. You didn't want to rush him into it again because of all that he had been through.

You finally pulled away. He still gently held your face. You went back in for a hug. Your head rested against his chest. You could hear his heart beating so fast. You smiled because you knew he was nervous and so were you. "I'll make some breakfast." You said, not wanting to let go. You let go and stared up at him. He nodded at you and you walked over to start breakfast.

While you cooked you put a Christmas record on. You loved Christmas. It was the best time of year and you were so happy you got to spend it with Credence. Every now and then you would glance over at the mistletoe on your shelf. Your mom had sent it over a week ago and you never put it up. You didn't want to pressure Credence, so you never hung it up. You thought maybe now that you had kissed again that you could. But you decided not to.

After breakfast you put the letter in an envelope and put the address on it. "I've decided not to rewrite it." You said out of no where. "What?" Credence asked. "Seeing as we're not just friends, I thought about rewriting the letter. But I thought it might be better not to tell my mom just yet." You said, finishing up the address. You didn't look up at Credence. You still blushed at talking about your feelings for him. "Do you want to run to the post office with me?" You said, after licking the envelope. "No, I think I'll stay here." He said, quietly. "Okay. I won't be long." You said, putting on your coat. "Bye." You said, as you closed the door.