Netherlands x Reader

Chapter 1

Breathe in. Breathe out.

You had been through worse. This was nothing. You stepped off the train, and made your way up the stairs. Even though it was late, the LED signs on every building made it feel like like someone was shining a flashlight in your eyes. You were having second thoughts, but your parents had promised you that it was for the best.

Your parents...

You shook you head. It was probably best that you didn't think about it. You looked around the various throngs of people, searching for your Aunt Janice, who you'd been promised would be there, even though you hadn't met her in person since you were little.

"Y/N!" You heard a voice say, to your left. You turned to face it, and it was your aunt. She looked just like in the photographs your mother had shown you, all the way from the worry lines on her forehead to her sleepy brown eyes. You smiled a bit, she looked nice, at least. You made your way over to her, and she hugged you immediately, then held you at an arms length away, looking you over. "My, child, you've gotten so big!"

"I'm hardly child anymore, Aunt Janice. I'm almost nineteen." You said, laughing.

"You'll always be a child to me, Y/N." She said, and you both smiled. "Come now, let's go to my apartment and get you unpacked, alright dear?"

You nodded and smiled at her, and followed her to the street as she hailed a taxi. You both got in, and Aunt Janice gave the driver the address of her apartment complex. When she was done, she turned to you.

"So, Y/N," Your Aunt said. "Your mother told me you like photography?"

"Yes, I like it a lot. How come?" You said

"If you're eighteen, you'll be looking at colleges. We have a lot of incredible art schools here in New York. You ought to look at some, while you're here."

"I will, thank you."

The awkward conversation persisted most of the ride, and you were thankful when it was over. You decided that your aunt was wonderful, but you lacked common interests. She insisted on carrying your bag for you, however much you protested, she kept telling you that you had already had a long day. You followed her through the crowds of people as she led the way to your new home. The people around you were all so at ease in this busy place, you couldn't help but ponder what their lives were like. You turned to share your thoughts with your aunt, but she wasn't there.

'Ok, I'll call her,' You thought, reaching into your coat pocket for your phone. Your hand met nothing but the pocket's lining. You remembered that your phone was in your bag. 'I'll stop into a shop and ask for directions, then.' You thought. God knew there were certainly enough of them.

This proved to be easier said then done, however.

The first shop you opened the door to turned out to be a brothel, and you didn't even get a word out before someone asked how much you charged an inch.

You didn't know what kind of shop the second one was, because it was totally dark and the only person inside was wearing a red cape and a glow-in-the-dark Dracula mask.

You were about to give up hope, when you came to the third shop. The only thing you could see through the frosted glass door was a white light. Anything other than red and yellow mood lighting was a good sign. You pushed the door open hesitantly, dreading the thought of yet another surprise.

It was a florist's shop, the walls covered in racks of flowers that ranged from tulips to roses to lilies. You opened the door all the way, and a little bell tinkled, catching the attention of those inside. One was a younger boy, who was sitting on the counter and talking to the other. His hair covered one of his eyes, which you thought was a little strange, but he didn't look very hostile. The other one was older and very tall, with his hair styled back and a scar on his forehead, he was smoking a cigarette and . Both of them had green eyes and blonde hair, and halted their conversation when you came in.

"Sorry, uh," You said. "I'm kind of lost, would you mind giving me directions."

The taller of the two started to say something, but the younger interrupted him, saying, "Of course not, please, come in!"

You came inside, and the boy asked where you needed to go, and you told him the name of your aunt's building.

"That's not far from here," The boy said. "Just keep walking for two blocks and then turn right. It should be there."

"Thanks!" You said.

"Don't you have someone with you?" The boy asked, you shook your head.

"No. Why?"

"Pardon my bluntness, but this isn't exactly the safest area to be at night if you're all by yourself."

"Oh." You said.

"You've terrified her, Elliot." Said the taller of the two. He had a deep voice, with some accent you couldn't place.

"Oh! I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to!"

"It's alright." You said. "I'll be fine by myself."

"Don't be stupid," The taller boy said. "It really isn't safe. I'll walk you to your building."

"Really, it's fine," You said. "You don't have to."

"Maybe not," He said. "But I want to."

-

Fortunately, nothing happened. Also unfortunately, nothing happened. The walk to the building really was a rather short one, and all you and the tall boy talked about was the weather. Before you knew it, you were outside your aunt's apartment complex.

"Thank you for walking me here," You said, smiling at the tall boy. "I'm Y/N, by the way."

"Well, Y/N, have a nice night." He said, walking away.

"Hey!" You called after him. "The customary response is to give your own name, you know!"

The Tall boy stopped, and looked back at you with a curious expression.

"Alright then. I'm Abel, welcome to New York, Y/N."

☆Chapter by Isabel☆