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He called. It was the only thing Noel could think of to do, call Mischa. The clock that read 3 AM in bright red didn't stop him. Ocean had made everyone trade phone numbers when they first joined the choir, Noel supposed that the only one of them to actually respond would be Mischa, and yet, he was somehow surprised when he answered the phone.
"Hey, you alright," Mischa's voice sounds tired as if he just woke up from sleeping, but the screaming fake baby in the background makes it seem as if he hasn't got any sleep at all.
"Yeah, I'm okay, just can't sleep."
"Ah."
An uncomfortable silence entered their conversation, neither of them sure of what to say. Noel heard the baby stop crying, probably because Mischa had done something to prevent it from doing so.
Something felt off in Mischa's chest when they sat in silence. It gnawed inside of him, but the unknowingness doused into uncertainty, not sure if he should tell Noel. That's when he heard Noel cry.
"Hey, are you okay?"
All he heard from the phone was an occasional sob, and sometimes noises that came out of his mouth, as if he were trying to force himself to stop.
"Noel."
No response, just more sobs.
"Noel, I'm coming over."
Ocean had made everyone once share locations when she had all their numbers just in case there was an emergency. In Mischa's case, a crying friend of his would and could count as much.
Noel's house was just two streets over from his, so all he had to do was sprint. No car, no nothing, just his phone, and directions.
By the time he was finally there, he started pounding on the door hoping someone would answer. No one did. He tried again and again before attempting to open the door and realized it was unlocked. Mischa opened the door just so ajar to put his head through and call out Noel's name.
It was answered by a quiet sob.
Fuck it.
"Noel, where the hell are you?" Mischa began to walk throughout the house before finding Noel's room and seeing Noel crying in a ball on his bed like a small child.
"Noel, what's wrong," Mishca sat down next to Noel and placed one of his hands on his leg. Noel didn't say anything in response. All he could do was sit and cry.
Mischa laid his body next to Noel's, wrapping one arm around his body and pulling him close to his chest, as some sort of way to protect Noel from whatever was wrong.
"What's wrong, коханий?" Mischa softly whispered. Noel could feel the breath of Mischa on his neck.
"I'm sorry you had to come over here." It was the only thing Noel could possibly think of to say.
"Please just tell me what's the matter."
"My mom. She just hit me and left, she said she hated me and she left. She left me all alone."
"It's okay. I'm here. I've got you."
"Please don't leave me."
"I'll stay here forever if you need me to."
And with that, the two sat with each other's prescene and fell asleep, awaiting for the next day.