F. Hargreeves X Y/N

Chapter one

"Not all of us are a daddy's boy."

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"Hey, Andrew, I'm clocking out for the night. My shifts over," I untied the small strings of fabric on my back that was holding my apron and lifted it over my head. "Can you handle the rest of the night?" I turned around to face an older blonde boy after hanging my apron on the hook that was to my right.

"Oh, yeah of course! Go home and get some rest." Andrew gave me a wide smile, squinting his eyes in the process.

"Alright. Goodnight, Andrew," I gave a smaller smile back and started heading out of the tiny restaurant. I stepped outside of the restaurant and felt the cold breeze catch my bare arms. "Should've brought a hoodie." I mumbled out and started walking in the direction of the academy.

Right before I could get too far, I noticed a crowd gathered across the street. Barley seeing what was passed the crowd of people, I decided to check out what was happening. I pushed a few people out of the way, getting dirty looks in return. I paid no attention to the looks I was receiving and found what they were looking at was a tv with important news.

"Moments ago, Police have reported the death of the most eccentric and reclusive billionaire. Reginald Hargreeves, Pronounced dead." I froze. My body stopped moving. I had no words for what I had just heard. My mouth hung open slightly, shocked by the news. I wasn't as sad as I felt I should be. Everything I went through by that man made it impossible to grieve over his death. It was just shocking. I slowly backed up from the crowd and started running faster in the direction of the academy. There was no way. No way at all. I needed to see for myself.

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I woke up the next day in my bed, feeling the same. I felt like it hadn't happened. My father wasn't an important person in my life. Especially not after what he put me through. Today felt like a regular day. Except it wasn't. Everything felt normal. My soft bed sheets were the same. My room hadn't changed since i'd came home last night. Everything was the same. But it wasn't. I ran my fingers through my hair and sighed.

I wasn't heartbroken by the news. Hell, i barely cared. It just felt strange. Like something wasn't right. Everything felt right, but it wasn't. I couldn't quite put my finger on it.

I swung my feet out from under my covers and let them touch the floor beneath me. With a quick motion, I stood up and walked over to the mirror that rested nicely on my floor. Taking a few seconds to look over my appearance, i turned around and headed out my bedroom door. My siblings were coming over for the funeral and I really needed to get ready.

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"Shit." I muttered out, looking at my selection of clothes. I really needed to do laundry. All I had left was a black dress and a shit ton of uniforms. At least the only decent clothes I had left fit the occasion today.

After changing, I heard the voices of my sisters. I walked out of my room, hearing the voices getting louder as I got closer. Just as i was about to walk down the stairs, I heard footsteps coming upwards. My head turned to the noise to see Diego.

"Hey." I said, trying to get his attention. I hadn't seen him in so long.

Diego's head cocked to the side and looked in my direction. The stern face he once had softened slightly as he began to speak. "Hey."

"How have you been?"

"Good, good. How about you..?" Before I could answer he asked me another question. "Why do you look like a 13 year old?"

I averted my gaze from his and broke eye contact, looking at the floor at his second question. "Dad."
I smiled softly, looking back up to meet his eyes.