Working In the Offices (House_Owner X Reader)

Chapter 1

(Just pretend you're British now)

I sat in my car, fiddling around with my purse to check if I have enough money to get a sandwich. After confirming my amount, I check my hair and make sure nothing is on my face in the car mirror. Grabbing my vlog camera, I get out and lock my car behind me.

I click record and awkwardly hold the camera close up to my face.

"Hey guys, just casually getting some iHop. It's so busy here I might have to sit on the floor." I giggle a little as I wait in the long line. I look around to see families and couples are chatting while the odd group of friends are messing around.

"I feel so awkward holding a vlog camera in public, I feel like someone will yell at me." I look to see that there are now only four people in front of me in the line. "I'll see you guys when I'm eating, bye." I stop recording on the camera and hang it around my neck.

Only two people are in front of me in the line now so I pull the change out of my purse. I manage to pull out a photo with it, causing it to skim in the air and land 5 feet away. I sigh, walking a few steps to pick it up, just as I go to reach it someone knocks me over, causing me to fall on my knees.

"Get out of the way! Can't you see people are trying to walk here." A young teenage boy around the age of 17 yells at me, wearing a backwards snap back, a white tank top, sagging track bottoms and Nike shoes.

I would call him a British Chav but the American accent throws it off.

"Maybe you should look where you are going next time!" I exclaim in dismay.

"Do you even know who you're talking to?" He crosses his arms and rolls his eyes.

"No, nor do I want to know so please move on." I fire back, quickly turning around to pick up the picture, but it is no where to be seen. The guy then seems to loose interest in me and moves on, I let out a sigh of relief and go back to searching for the picture.

I seem to have no luck in finding it but as I'm about to go line up again, I see some guy holding it. I walk up to him and tap him on the shoulder.

"Excuse me but it seems to appear you have picked up my photo that I dropped. Could you please give it back?" I ask him, he looks into my eyes and seems a little taken back.

"(Y/Nickname)?" He asks. Wait? What?!? How does he know the nickname that Barn-

That's when I realise..

"Barney?" I ask skeptically.

"Oh my god! (Y/nickname)! I can't believes it's you. It-it been so long." He rambles on in shock. I quickly pull him into a hug and he hugs me back tightly.

We pull apart and he quickly pulls out his phone.

"Cans we exchange numbers?" Barney asks and I quickly nod and pull out my phone, wiping away a stray tear. We exchange numbers.

I look to my left to see the line is going out of the door now, that was quick...

"Crap." I mumble.

"Whys don't you sits with us? I needs to show you to my friends." He beams with a huge smile.

"But-" I start and he quickly interrupts me.

"Don't worries, I'll get you a sandwich, on me." Barney then leads me to a group of three guys who have their eyes on us.

Barney sits me down across from him, having me sit next to someone with glasses, dark brown curly hair, a grey beanie, a scruffy beard, a plain black top and jeans.

"Hey there." The guy next to me greets, holding out his arms for a hug.

"Hi, nice to meet you." I respond, quickly hugging him. "I'm (Y/N)."

"Nice to meet you too, the name's Adam." Adam smiles happily at me. "So, you and Barney are great friends, huh?"

"Well, we met when I was on holiday, we were just kids. We promised we would meet up again some day. Guess we did." I turn to look at Barney but he's gone to the bar to add my sandwich to their order.

"So, where are you from originally? I can tell by your accent that you're not from here, also how long have you been in Washington?" Adam queries, sipping a can of Fanta.

"I'm originally from the middle east of Britain, so yes, I have a British accent and I've been in Washington for only a couple days. Maybe less, maybe more." I explain, thanking Barney as he passes me a can of coke.

"A couple days? That's short." Adam giggles as he begins to chat to the other people at the table.

"So, (Y/N). What is yours job?" Barney asks, taking a sip of his coke.

"Small YouTuber." I admit with a little shame. They've all probably got really high paying jobs and live in mansions.

"We all are Youtubers too." A ginger man butts in who is sitting at the 'head of the table'. Waving at me. "How many subscribers to you have?"

"I've got 300,000 or so. I don't have the proper set up. Also, I'm sorry I haven't said hello to you all yet. My apologies." I get a little flustered as I stand up and hug the ginger man.

"Nice to meet you (Y/N), I'm Max." Max smiles at me. I then turn to see the last person, who hasn't really said anything, sitting next to Barney.

I dive in and hug him, squeezing him playfully. I then pull away and his cheeks have gone a little red.

"I'm Ross." He simply says. Probably thinking I'm weird for hugging him out of the blue.

"Nice to meet you Ross." I smile and quickly dive back to my seat, dodging all the busy waitresses, waiters and customers.

"Holds on. I gots to talk to Adams." Barney interrupts, signalling Adam to follow him.

"Excuse me, I want to butt in their conversation." Max smiles, jumping up and following them.

The silence grows slightly more awkward as the seconds tick by and Ross stares at a wall.

"So, do you like bread?" I randomly ask. This seems to get Ross's attention as he snorts a little and turns to me.

"Well, yes. I eat it everyday so..." He gives me a cute smile that I can't help but feel giddy at.

"But, what's your favourite type of bread?" I query, propping my elbow on the table and resting my cheek in the palm of my hand.

"Umm... Edible bread?" Ross scoots over to sit across from me since he's sitting in a booth. (The long sofa chair things)

"Well, I hope all bread is edible to be honest." I giggle along with him. We stay silent for a moment, staring at each other which, now that I think about it, is kind of strange. I quickly avert my eyes to my coke can.

"Well, m'lady. You seem to be quite a nice person, so I must ask for your phone number." Ross says in a posh accent, passing me his phone.

"Well, good sir I must certainly say the same for you. Well, quite a nice man at least," I pass him my phone too, internally slapping myself for my social anxiety kicking in.

"I don't know my phone number..." We both say in unison, causing us to both laugh out loud.