Killua X Reader One Shots

Worry

For All of you guys that really want me to update, I have a big math test coming up! I probably won't be able to update until this weekend or next.

He waited for her. He sat on the couch for an hour or more. She just said that she needed to go buy some new winter boots, after all, it was getting cold out. He imagined her coming through the door any second with new lace up boots with soft, fur lining. Those were the kind she always got. But she didn't come through the door. Another hour passed, and he tried to call her cell.
On the third try, someone picked up the phone, but the voice wasn't hers.
"Hello?" The voice answered.
"Um- hi. Is (Y/n) there?" His head was spinning with different scenarios that could be happening to his precious girl.
"Well, ya see, I found this phone in the middle of the street and figured someone dropped it. I was gonna try using speed dial to see if I could return it to the owner when you called."
"Oh."
"Who are you? I could bring the phone to you, and then you could give it back to this (Y/n) person." The voice suggested.
"Let me tell you my hotel room # and you can bring it to me." He stayed calm and collected on the outside, but on the inside his mind was flooding with red alerts. Why did (y/n) drop her phone. What could have happened!? It probably jusy fell out of her pocket and she's on her way now. Right? He thought.
"Okay. Just to make sure I get it to the right person, what's your name?" The voice sounded nice enough.
"The names Killua, I'm in room 147 of the Phantomhive (anyone get the reference?) Room and Suites." With thag Killua hung up the phone, worry weaved into his thoughts. The white haired boy decided that if (Y/n) didn't get back within another hour or so, he would go look for her.
The next half-hour was torture for the ex-assassin, his mind was running wild and he couldn't stop thinking that something terrible had happened to (Y/n). He couldn't help think that part of it was his fault to. If he would have gone with her, he could have prevented the whole situation.
A knock on the door broke Killua's train of thought. He knew it wasn't (Y/n) because she wouldn't knock, and if she did it would be the secret tone they had come up with.
He opened the door to see a fifteen-or-so year old girl holding (Y/n)'s phone.
"Are you Killua?" The girl asked in the same voice as what came through the phone speaker.
"Yeah, I am. Are you the one who came to return (Y/n)'s phone?" Killua replied.
"Um- yeah. Here it is." The girl handed Killua the phone. She then said good bye and was on her way. Killua decided that he was going to go look for (Y/n) now, instead of in another half-hour of agony.
Oh I hope your alright!
Killua calmly exited the hotel and then went into full speed sprint mode(before he discovers his godspeed nen ability because I'm not that far in the anime yet). He ran in the dirrection of (Y/n)'s favorite store, he figured that would be where she went to get boots.
He raced along the streets for only about five minutes before coming to a stop in front of the store. It was closed, but taped to one of the windows was a note.
We've got (Y/n). She hopes you get here in time, Whitey.
Yours Truely,
B R $

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Okay guys, there will be a part two but I have to go to bed so that I don't snap at everyone at school tomorrow.... Sorry to leave ya hangin!
(BTW I think Killua is hurt most by my decision to keep him from getting to you until I get the time to write the next part....... [T-T])