Eyes like a summersky [AhriXReader]

A house in the countryside

Little beads of sweat roll down your face as you make your way down the dusty road. Choosing a shirt with short sleeves was a good idea, but to wear normal jeans was a terrible one. The jacket over your head may look a bit stupid, but it not only protects you somewhat from the sun, but also shields her from shining right in your eyes, as you also forgot to bring sunglasses.
Back when you were a kid, the walk from the bus stop to your grandparents home seemed much shorter, but now it does not matter. Either way, you are finally able to spot it at the beginning of the small forest in some distance. Just the thought of finally throwing of your backpack and taking a shower lets you walk a little bit faster.

Just before reaching the door, you begin to sort through the key ring, trying to find the key with the blue tape around it, a massive help as you can easily pick it between all the others. The lock refuses to open for a second, but after some turns it finally releases with a clicking sound, letting you stumble into the big mansion. Directly closing the door behind you, you sink relieved onto the cool tiles of the floor, the heat slowly letting go off you.
Taking a deep breath, you take in the smell of this place, it still has not changed since you visited the last time. A little wave of nostalgia hits you, the smell of grandmas apple pie and grandpas sweet tobacco still seem to linger in the air, even years after they are gone.
Straightening yourself up, you dust off your jeans, hang the jacket onto the wardrobe and leave your shoes at the door, first stop: the basement, switching on the power and water.
Only some steps away from the entrance is the winding staircase already, one flight leading up to the first floor and one leading into the basement, the horror of your childhood.
You now know, that nothing is down there, so you leave your backpack at the foot of the staircase, just grabbing your phone to have some light down there. You make your way down the stairs, if you remember it correctly, the first door to your right should be the one.
The boiler room, finding both the fuse box and the valve for the water supply with ease, you get a confirmation as the boiler in the room starts up with some rumbling.
As you make your way back up, you grab your backpack and climb the stairs to the first floor, then turning left and entering the master bedroom.

Just as everywhere here, a white blanket covers the whole bed, pulling it off, you hesitate to let you fall into it, deciding that you really need to take a shower first, you throw your backpack into the corner, take a towel out of the wardrobe where grandma stored them and walk into the bathroom.
If your grandparents loved one thing, it was their bathroom, you realize, as you open the blinds on the window to let some light in. While the rest of the house seems like from the nineties, the white-tiled bath has a big luxurious looking bathtub and an overhead shower.
Peeling of the damp clothes is a little challenging, but as everything is off you can finally step into the shower.
It feels like standing out in the rain, as the cold water rains onto you from the ceiling, closing your eyes, you enjoy the water running down your body, even if it washes the problems away only temporarily, it is a welcome sentiment. Feeling how your fingers become wrinkled, you decide to dry yourself, put on some new clothes and start to make this house look like someone lives in it.

Grandmas old radio in the living room still works, only some crackle in the background as you pull off the sheets of the furniture, fold them and store them in the wooden cabinet. Sitting on one of the sofas you start to think about it all.
This looming question, where do you really see yourself in the future?
You are back in the small hometown you grew up in, nobody else left, but you wanted to get out, went to an renowned highschool and now you are back here, worn out, broken from your relationships.
Back here, in the old house of your grandparents, time to find yourself, get to do something else, namely fixing things up around the house, the one condition your parents gave you. They even offered you an apprenticeship to take over their hotel once they retire.
You know that you can not stay here forever and you know that your sister already wants to be the next in line for that.
Trying to move your thoughts to a different topic, you get out your phone from your pocket, only to discover that the phone service is more than limited out here, letting it slide back into your pocket, you let out a sigh, leaning back onto the head end of the couch.
While you sit there, the radio changes from music to news.
The summer lull already hit, the newsman talking about some uninteresting stuff, you decide to listen a bit to get some distraction.
"... that was it from the weatherman Jim, now some celebrity news. As it seems, the idol pop group K/DA seems to have chosen the Lez Perenza as this years resort for their vacation. Reports show, that the group rented out the complete upper floor. The retreat is known for ...".
You still sit on the sofa, did they ever had to ask themselves what they wanted to be in the future?
"... with their last concert yesterday, many people are already in front of the resort, awaiting their arrival, but until now there is no sign of any member of the group. To sweeten the waiting time for some of you, here is K/DA with MORE from their new Album ALL OUT."

The wall phone suddenly begins to ring, getting you up from the sofa and into the hallway, lifting the phone up to your ear, you recognize the voice of your mom.
"Hey, sweetie, I hope you had a good arrival at the house, how is it there?",
"Bit dusty, but fine", you answer, a bit monotonous maybe,
"Listen, I know we told you, you would have the house for yourself, but the hotel is full and someone really wanted a quiet room, so ...",
"You rented out the guest room to a stranger?", it is not anger you feel, more like a troubling feeling.
"No, we actually met her, she seemed like a really nice person, do you trust me on this? Come on, she even agreed to help you a bit around the house and it is only for two weeks".
Realizing you can not do anything about it, you accept it.
"Fine, when is she arriving?",
"She should be there in some minutes",
"What??",
"Please be nice to her, Y/N, maybe you two ... she seemed nice".
You just hang up the phone, it still feels like a fresh wound, the last breakup, memories coming up again.
No, you take a breath, what happened happened, it is in the past, accept it.

You sit on the sofa again, just watching the TV-screen, the bell rings, a gentle knock following.
Just two weeks, it is gonna be ok.
Walking from the living room to the entrance, you feel a little nervous, and as you open the door, your brain just short-circuits.
"Hey, nice to meet you, you must be Y/N" she reaches out her hand, wearing a plain white t-shirt and blue shorts, a foxgirl.
"This is not the Lez Perenza" you just say, in a flat voice, she seems to freeze a bit,
"I guess that is a long story", she rubs her neck, you collect yourself and make a step aside.
"Come on in, I will show you your room", she does not hesitate for one second, entering and even leaving her shoes at the entrance.
You just guide her to the guest room, showing her where the towels are and then leaving her alone in her room.
Walking through the living room, you open the door leading out onto the terrace. You try to calm down a bit, you just wanted some time alone, to sort everything, now an A-Plus celebrity is here and the press is gonna follow in pursuit as soon as they find out the resort is empty.
Your left hand glides into your pocket, sliding with the finger over the polished metal.
Another deep breath, just calm down, everything is gonna be ...
"I just wanted to talk about something", you stumble forward in surprise, turning around,
"Sorry if I startled you, it is just ... I would hope you can keep this a secret, okay? I just want some time, something away from all this media hype", you nod, giving a thumbs up.
She smiles, it is kinda sweet,
"As a little excuse, I am going to cook tonight dinner, okay?",
"I did not buy groceries yet" you answer, feeling a little ashamed,
"But I did" she trills and turns to head back inside.
Maybe everything will be fine, just let time do her thing, she seems like a decent person at least just two weeks, you head back inside after her, past the liquor cabinet in the living room.