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“Agoraphobia” (1/5)

Micheal Gavey x Reader (y/n)

okayyyy, soooo i love micheal so much that i just had to write something to get this obsession out of my system. I’ve created this new blog for work related to Ewan centred fics as i can’t really post this on my main lmaoooooo. This will hopefully be one part of about five, a nice shorter story i hope. I don’t know that much about oxford but i have a few friends there who answered some of my odd questions without asking too many questions of their own. Might write part two tommrow on my long train ride as the production i’m on have put me in first class which means i get to sit alone 😈🎉🎉

You collapsed onto your bed with an exhausted sigh, knowing it had only just begun. Boxed possessions surrounded you in your new dorm room. The place smelt old but in a good way, like museums sometimes did, Despite not being able to stamp your own individuality on the place yet: it felt cozy.

Disbelief was the only suitable word for how you felt, disbelief that you were a student at oxford, about to study art history. Even if some people back home thought it was a waste of a degree, you were buzzing. There was something that you weren’t too thrilled about though, which was the whole freshers thing. You were not much of a partier or a drinker, you’d rather be spending your hours calm, exploring the buildings and reading in the libraries you had always dreamed about.

Dreading the mammoth task of unpacking, you laid on the bed massaging your temples and feeling your body go limper and limper.

*knock, knock*

You questioned if you had heard right at first. Did someone knock at the door? maybe it was a hallucination, a result of the nauseating headache all of the stress had brought. Alas the shadows underneath the door showed two feet stood outside. Nope, ugh, someone had definitely knocked.

Groaning, you slowly stood up; not too quick. Perhaps your mother had second thoughts about leaving you and she had already returned?

The heavy doorhandle clicked as you pushed it down and pulled the door open.

Upon its opening, a tall boy with dark golden hair, blue eyes and silver wire glasses stared back at you. He gave you an unsure but sweet smile as he stared.

“Hi, I’m micheal” He told you as he offered a hand for you to shake. You obliged in your almost woozy state of exhaustion.

“hey” you mumbled back, still wondering why he was at your door

“I think we are neighbours” Micheal stated sensing your bewilderment “w-well we are neighbours, I live there” He pointed to the door across the corridor, smiling hopefully at you.

Enthusiastic, He continued on talking before you had time to respond. “I do maths. and you were the first to move in…. well, after me; Obviously”

Unfortunately although you felt bad, you could do little but muster a few mhms and nods here and there. Even though you liked him and maybe even found him a little attractive, your lack of energy had other plans.

Micheal didn’t seem discouraged though, his persistence impressed you “I hope we can be friends, unfortunately i’ve already met some right cunts” he rolled his eyes, though he was still smiling, he was sweet “Im gonna go to the pub later, you should join me”

Micheal said the last part as more of a statement than a question and at any other time you would have gladly agreed, and been exited that someone wanted to spend time with you; even if it was because you were his only option. Finding yourself incredibly fatigued, you felt bad for using tiredness as an excuse. Rather stupidly you blurted the first thing that came into your head.

“I’m agoraphobic” The words left you, barely even a sentence, more a jumble.

Micheal seemed confused

You sighed “I can’t, I’m sorry, I’m um agoraphobic so i don’t leave’

You nodded as if to seal your statement, this was torture because you knew how bad of a liar you were. Why on earth did you say that?, god you wished the ground would open up and swallow you whole.

It seemed almost as if micheal looked a bit sad, you immediately felt guilt after he had been so perfectly kind to you

“Oh” The air fell still for a second then Micheal looked down at the floor, finding words “Well I guess i’ll see you around then. Or, or not, of course. Because i guess you don’t go out then.”

It fell silent once again “Nice to meet you” Micheal then disappeared into his room, the door clicking shut before you could even answer him.

Great. Not only did you lose out on making a friend but now you’d have to orchestrate the next three years trying not to bump into him whilst leaving, or he’d know you were lying.

You had been at oxford for two months now. There was good and bad, it was hard to get used to but you found yourself falling into routines and comfort. Friends weren’t something that came naturally to you but you had managed to make yourself one good friend, Izzy, and even though sometimes your lack of a social life made you feel like a failure, you were for the most part; content.

The last lecture of the day had finished twenty minutes early this particular Friday, and you were glad. Even though you loved your course, your most recent study of modernism for a particular unit bored you greatly.

Clumsily, you fiddled with your keys in your frozen hands. Why on earth did you have so many stupid keychains when you only had one key?, you cursed yourself.

Aha, you managed to slip the key into its lock, hearing the dull thud of the mechanism before the door swung open. you heaved your heavy bag and tossed it into the room.

Content, you turned around to close the door behind you. You were startled as you looked up to catch two wide blue eyes looking back.

Fuck, it was your neighbour, the one you lied to about being agoraphobic.

“Micheal!” You gasped, shocked

He stood there, also having returned from his lesson early. You usually left ten minutes late after yours to make sure you wouldn’t bump into anyone. Wheels began turning visibly in his brain, he looked at you, it was clear to him as you stood there wrapped up in your winter clothing that you’d definitely been outside, not to mention he’d just watched you fiddle with your keys, oblivious to him being there.

“Sorry” was the next word that escaped your lips. The facade had fallen

The poor boy looked very confused. You shut your door so that it was just the two of you in the corridor.

“Everything I said the first day was,” pausing, you sighed “it was a lie.”

His brows met, knitted together in further blind confusion “Why would you lie about that?”

Oh god, you felt so bad “I.. I” You shrugged in a big motion with your hands “I don’t know. I was tired, I think a-and. I wanted an excuse to stay inside that made sense and for some stupid reason that’s what i told you.” You looked towards the floor.

You imagined he must think you as weird, or mean and this made it all the more worse.

“Why didn’t you just tell me the truth? that would have been fine” He asked, you missed the innocent smile he greeted you with when you first met him.

“i know, i know. I was just afraid you would hate me for it but instead i lied and made it a million times worse. It’s ridiculous I know” Great now you had to live next to someone who thought you were a massive lying freak for the rest of your degree. You decided you had to do something, it would be weirder to leave it like this and you wished for Michael not to think that the reason you lied and avoided him was his fault.

“feel free to tell me to shut up and go away but if the offer is still up we could go to the pub together tonight, first round on me to say sorry for being odd?” almost wincing as you asked him this, like prey ready to be devoured, you fully accepted that he would probably deny you and slam his door in your face. It would be deserving.

“Yeah, alright why not” He said

Your gaze that had once been planted firmly on the floor sprung up to look back at him. You were Unsure but you thought could almost see that smile coming back in slight.

“really?” you were filled with hope as your fingertips pressed into the sharp corners of the keys in your hand, trying to quieten your nerves.

Micheal adjusted his glasses then smiled like before and you swear it felt like a ton of weight had been lifted from you instantaneously. “yeah, I’ve not got nothing going on, and it seems as if we are both norman-no mates” He joked “Meet in the corridor at 8.30?”

Giddy, you nodded at him.

“See you later” Micheal turned around to disappear into his room

“see you later” you managed to whisper out before the door clicked shut and he was gone.

Anyone would think you had just received amazing news the way you jumped up and down, probably annoying those on the floor below you. Thank god, you thought, not only had you hopefully avoided what could have been the most awkward living situation ever but maybe you would even make a friend out of this, or more. You wouldn’t lie to yourself, there was something about him you just couldn’t ignore. Unable to deny you were a bit of a sapioseuxal, you wouldn’t close yourself off to thinking about Micheal in more than friendly ways.

I will link ch2 here later