Prebook AU

Millard notices the way Horace looks at Enoch and confronts him. Embarrassingly, Horace tell Millard what he wants to know. HoraceXEnoch

Horace's Feelings

Miss Peregrine smiles at the children "Alright everyone. Off to bed."

"Goodnight Head Misstress!" The 9 children say together.

The children each head up to their rooms.

Miss P "Enoch. Your room. Not your laboratory."

The dead riser slumps his shoulders "Yes Headmistress…" he grumbles going to his room to work.

Horace glances at Enoch.

Enoch sees him watching "What are you looking at, Horace."

The boy in a suit blushes and looks away "S-sorry!"

Enoch raises an eyebrow and shrugs before going into his room.

Horace goes into his and sighs. The door opens and closes again.

Horace looks up and sees floating clothes

"Hey Millard…" Horace says quietly as he takes his hat off.

Millard "Are you alright Horace?"

"I'm fine…"

"Upset cause Enoch snapped at you??"

Horace shakes his head "I'm used to him doing that."

Millard sits next him and puts a hand on his shoulder "What's your deal with him?? Enoch is a complete a-hole!"

"No he's not? He's actually a nice guy. I know it!"

"How can you be so sure?"

"I'm not."

"So you just think he is?"

"Yeah…"

Neither say anything for a moment.

Millard sighs and asks "Have you had dreams about him?"

Horace blushes and nods.

Millard pokes his cheek "Are you blushing, Horace~??"

Horace looks away "Shut up, Mill…"

"Dreams about what??"

"Sometimes his past. Sometimes other stuff…"

"Other stuff as in??? You and him??"

Horace nods.

Millard "The same dreams you said you had about Hugh and Fiona~?"

Horace's deep blush and failed for words answers for him.

Millard gasps and covers his mouth "Horace… you… like Enoch O'Connor?"

Horace gulps and nods slowly.

Millard putting his arms around the blonde boy "Oh Horace…"

Horace wraps his arms around Millard "You can't tell anyone. You can't tell anyone Millard. Please. You can't."

"Don't worry Horace. I won't tell anyone."

They let go.

Millard "What are you gonna do about him? He's a salty dipshit 99.999% of the time."

Horace chuckles "I've asked you pass the salt one time and you threw him."

They both laugh slightly at the memory.

Millard smiles "So Horace? How long have you?"

Horace rubs his neck "Last 2 decades."

Millard's jaw drops "20 years. You've liked him. For 20 years."

Horace nods sheepishly.

Millard ruffles his hair.

Horace "Mill! Don't mess up my hair!!"

Millard laughs "I've always had a feeling you had a thing for him?"

"I-is it that obvious?"

Millard shakes his head "I'm the most observant. I notice everything. So you can't hide something like that from me, Horace!"

Horace bites his lip "Do you think he knows?"

Millard shakes his head again "That boy doesn't notice anything. If you want him to know, you have to directly tell him. Do you want him to know?"

"I-I don't know…"

"Just know, Horace, me, the rest of the children, and Head Misstress will support. Just like we supported Emma with Abe, and support Hugh and Fiona. And…… Enoch… kinda likes you. You know that right? He pretends to like Emma to make you jealous."

Horace looks at him blushing "He- he does? Wait no! That's impossible!! Enoch doesn't like me!"

"I've talked to him… he does… but believe what you like," the invisible boy says as he stands up "I'm not saying you have to believe me, I'm just saying the truth. Goodnight, Horace. Sweet dreams."

Horace watches as the floating clothes leaves.

"He actually made a pun on my power… but the rest of that… was it true…?? Millard doesn't lie? He's the most honest other than Hugh and Fiona? Enoch……"

He keeps thinking and looking around his room.

Horace finds a picture of all the kids.

The 10 kids and Headmistress all smiling at something.

Browyn holding her brother, Victor's, hand, Hugh glancing at Fiona who holds a rose, Olive and Claire beside each other in front of Emma, Millard's clothes floating beside Emma, Horace looking at Enoch from the corner of his eye, and Miss Peregrine on the side of them all.

Horace sighs "2 decades… hell I'm 83! I shouldn't be so worried about this! I-"

The door opens.

Horace sits up straighter "Headmisstress?"

Miss Peregrine smiles and sits down next to him "Horace? It's 2am? Did you have another nightmare?"

"No Headmistress. I just can't sleep… sorry if I woke you…"

"Now Horace? What's the matter? You're still in your clothes?"

Horace looks in the mirror and realizes how he looks.

Messy hair, suit wrinkled, tired eyes, pinkish cheeks…

"I'll go to bed now Headmistress."

Miss Peregrine puts a hand on his shoulder "If something is bothering you you can tell me. Goodnight Horace. Get some rest."

Horace nods and Miss P. leaves.

He sighs and changes out of his clothes into his pjs before laying down.

"I should tell him… one day… we have time… it can wait……"

End!!

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