encounters with a demon | darkiplier

Chapter 19. That Bastard

Your Pov

You woke up to a very messy room. You still had some bags that needed to be unpacked, and the stuff that you did unpack last night was scattered in various places all over your new room.
You groaned and sat up, rubbing your eyes sleepily in the process.

"Better get this all cleaned up now or else it will never get done." you grumbled to yourself as you stood up.

You picked up a few pairs of jeans and put them in a drawer of the dresser you had. You then started picking up all of your shirts, one by one. You hung them up in the closet, then emptied your shoe bag and stacked all your shoes as neatly as you could inside the small space, then you closed the door. You then got out your laptop and plugged it in to the charger, and sat it on the desk that was in your room.

Wow, you thought. This room had everything you needed. It's almost like it was meant for you. You brushed off the silly thought and sat down in the chair by your desk with a huff, and tried to relax a bit.

"Now that that's done, I can concentrate on social media." you said happily, not being able to wait to check Twitter.

But to your dismay, the thought of Dark immediately came to mind as soon as you logged on to Twitter when you saw some fanart of him drawn by a girl you followed. You had forgotten that you were still part of the fandom.

Your gaze drifted away from the computer screen, off into the distance. What if you really did have feelings for Dark? How would he react if you told him? Would he like you back?

What the hell were you saying?! He was the one that pulled you onto the couch with him, so he must have felt something.

You shook yourself out of your thoughts and decided to log off and get what little stuff you had left set up. Just the little things, though; you plugged your phone charger into the outlet right beside your bed, you stuffed the bags you had used away in the closet, and then you quickly ran out and set up all of your toiletries in the bathroom you were going to be using. Finally, you were sure you were done unpacking.

You sighed as you walked back over to your room. You heard your stomach growl, and remembered that humans needed food in order to survive. You gave yourself a little pep talk to not become a weak little shit while you were in Dark's presence. He had already made you a hot mess once last night, and he wasn't going to make you a hot mess again today.

Well damn was that a lie.

As soon as you walked downstairs, you had regretted ever coming down the steps in the first place. As you walked in the kitchen, your nose was filled with the smell of eggs and bacon. It smelled delicious. But what was then displayed in front of you was more delicious-looking in your opinion. Dark was cooking the meal as you had expected, but there was something else about him that you didn't expect at all. 

The bastard was shirtless.