He never meant to let it get this far, all he was planning on doing was sneak into your room when no one was home, steal a few things.

He loved you, yeah it seemed obsessive but he wanted to know you deeper, know your style, know what bands you enjoy. So he did a bit of snooping through the school files.

He didn’t know you were home.

He was squished in your closet, trying not to make a noise as he watched you plop onto your bed with little to nothing on.

You open your laptop, he cant make out whats on the screen but the noises coming from both you and the laptop give him every clue he needed.

He’s not a perv, far from it. But he can’t pull his eyes away from your slightly opened mouth and your beautiful hair sprawled over your pillow.

He shifts slightly, causing one of your jeans to jackets to fall onto him.

You dart up, looking at your closet as you fix yourself “Hello?” you mutter, he stumbles out of the closet “I’m so- so so sorry..” he whispered, trying to force more words out.