"She's an angel" Rodrick heffley x black fem reader

3- Quiet days

"Strangers."

The word hadn't left your mind since last night. You were unsure why, but a hinge of guilt came with it. The idea of rodrick being a stranger should have been easy for you to digest, because it was the truth. But for a long time you and him were so close that calling him a stranger felt almost insulting.

You laid in bed remembering yesterday, being in the pool with rodrick then the hot tub. After learning about his band, he showed you his lyrics, songs, and performances. In elementary school, he was particularly good at anything, besides getting in trouble. It was nice to see him so invested in something, he talked about it so proud and enthusiastic. It made you smile.

Rolling out of bed, you make your way into the bathroom. After washing your face and brushing your teeth, you decide that you wanted today to be a quiet day. Which meant curling up in bed all day with a book.

"Where's my book?" You say to yourself.

After destroying the room, you came to the conclusion that the book was nowhere to be seen. You felt slight panic, realizing it was lost. It wasn't the first time you'd lost it, but normally you'd been at home and had time to retrace your steps. You wouldn't have to worry about actually losing it or someone finding it. Calming down you thought back to yesterday, last night specifically.

*pool bag*

Looking thought the bag you were disappointed to see that the book wasn't there. You started to question the last place you remembered having it.

Shuffling down the hall, you scanned the doors, trying to find Rodrick's. He told you his room number in hopes that you'd pay him a visit. Gently knocking on the door, you stood anxiously waiting for Rodrick to open it. Low groans came from behind the door followed by footsteps. Opening the door rodrick was surprise to see you, his express changing to a much happier one.

"y/n." He says almost as a question.

You opened your mouth to speak but stayed silent, taken back by Rodrick. You'd never seen him like this. Still in his pajamas, a black Löded Diper shirt and gray sweatpants. His voice rough from just waking up. Hair messy from tossing a turning in bed. He looked so different.

Rodrick could have broken the silence and snapped you out of your trance, but he chose not to. If you were gonna stare him down he was gonna do the same.

The corners of his lips curl into a smile as he looks you up and down. Your face fresh, lips parted slightly, hair protected by a brown bonnet. The thin straps of your floral camisole exposed your arms and chest.

*no bra* He noted.

You looked adorable, but he wondered what you were wearing under it. If anything at all. Feeling his intense gaze you brought your eyes to the floor.

"Sorry."

"I don't mind when you stare, I'd stare too."

You let out a small chuckle.

"Do you wanna come in ?" He asks realizing you'd been standing in the doorway.

You contemplated it for a second. Being alone with Rodrick in his hotel room sounded like a dream. But sadly now wasn't the time.

"I would love to, but I actually wanted to ask you something."

"Ask me what ?"

"Last night I had my book with me right?"

"The one you won't put down, yea."

You let out a sigh of relief, at least now you knew for certain where it was.