💕Not Alone💕(Marshmello x reader)

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Y/n's POV;

I awake to a pounding at my door. I roll over and look at the time. 4:40 am. Why? Why now? Who the hell even is that? I grab my metal baseball bat that my friend gave to me for Christmas and walk to the door. My heart races as the knocking picks up. What if it's some drunk ass bum? I mean this is a small town but still, I don't want some drunk man hurting me. I ready my bat and unlock the door. The knocking stops, whoever it is must be some what sober. I slowly open the door and almost faint. My mouth drops. I'm face to face with a man in a bright white Marshmello helmet, leather white jacket, and white pants. I rub my eyes just to make sure I'm awake after dropping my bat.

"Sorry for waking you miss... my pilot went crazy and ditched me and the jet," He said calmly as his voice was muffled behind his helmet. "He probably hired people to kill me, so I didn't wanna sleep in an abandoned jet. I know it's a lot to ask and it's a little weird but may I please spend the night here?" I rubbed my eyes again and replied dryly.

"You can have my bed, I'll take the couch....' I yawned and felt weak as I let him through my door. He thanked me instantly,  whoever he was, I knew he wasn't the real Marshmello, it wasn't possible. I sleeplily lead him to my bed and then flop down on my couch shortly after. I pull up my thick fuzzy blanket and then drift off almost instantly.

8:30 in da morning;

I rolled over, waking myself up in a very uncomfortable position. I opened my eyes and sat up. Why the hell am I sleeping on my couch? I thought as I stretch. Must've fallen asleep while watching SouthPark or something... I lazily walk into my bedroom and fling off my jammie shirt and chuck it at the bed. I open my drawer full of T- shirts and mumble as I can't see anything at all and walk over to my window, drawling the curtains open, I begin to hear a soft groan in the background. I stopped what I was doing and listened a little bit harder. Ignoring it, I then rummaged through my T- shirts, trying to find the right one. Then I heard it again, I spun around and looked at my bed. That's when I saw this big white Marshmello helmet staring at me. I screamed due to being shirtless and seeing a fraking Marshmello in my bed. Under the helmet he screamed to. We just sat there screaming at eachother for like 30 seconds until I snatched a shirt from my dresser and ran out the bedroom door with it. After slamming the door I collected myself.

"Was that crazy weird dream not a crazy weird dream?' I questioned myself quietly. "Is Marshmello laying in my bed right now????" I slip on my shirt and open the door back up to make sure I haven't gone completely mad. Sure enough there was a large lump in my bed. **Shhh he's hiding** I walk over to my bed in my purple shirt ans large poofy jammie pants, slowly I lift the blanket. He was curled up in a ball and covering the eyes on his helmet. I couldn't help but giggle slightly.

"I'm sorry...,' He utters. "You were just there, I didn't mean to seem like a pervert."

"It's fine," I said blushing at how cute this guy was. "Who are you anyway? I don't think you're the real Marshmello, the real Marshmello would never come to Minnesota. Or at least a small town in Minnesota." **Sorry if that's not where you guys live I had to choose somewhere close to Canada for the plot**

"But I am the real Marshmello.." The guy says simply sitting up.

"I don't mean to sound like a downer but, I really don't think so, I like the costume."

"I AM Marshmello though, I'll prove it to you and explain why I'm here in Minnesota."

"Let's talk over some coffee." I conclude leading him to my kitchen. He follows me as I begin brewing and takes a seat at my small table.