Working In the Offices (House_Owner X Reader)

Chapter 12

I shut the door behind me and sit down. I then remember I should probably make a vlog and edit it for my channel. I push myself up again and I slowly stumble to the entrance. As I look down at the stairs the hairs on the back of my neck prick up. I wouldn't say I have a fear of stairs, I am just extra careful when walking down them. I have no clue why, I'm fine with going up any stairs, it's just going down. I've never fallen down stairs or had any traumatic experience so it's all a mystery.

In total it probably takes me five to ten minutes to get down  the stairs and another five to get to my car. I pull my car keys from my pocket and fumble around with them for a minute, out of the corner of my eye I see Ross walking out of the building and towards me. I stop what I'm doing, watching as he speeds up after noticing that I'm aware of his presence. I sit down in the boot of my car, leaving my legs dangling over the edge.

"What are you doing?" He crosses his arms with a stern look on his face. I furrow my eyebrows in confusion and study his face.

"I was just going to get my vlog camera and USB. Why?" I put a hand on my hip with an eyebrow raised. "Do my actions affect you in anyway?"

His stern face falls and his arms fall to his sides. "I'm worried that you're going to fall again, or you're going to get yourself killed."Killed? My throat tightens, stopping the sassy response that was going to come out.

"I can handle myself... Why do you care so much?"

I look through one of the boxes to distract myself from looking at him. He doesn't speak for a bit and when I look up at him he opens his mouth as if he's going to speak, but quickly closes it. Reaching through the boot into the back seats, I pick up my camera which lies on the middle seat. I then pick up the USB lead that is on the top of one of the many boxes.

"Ross, you don't owe me anything or have to look after me. I'm fine, it was just an accident that was my fault because I thought I was strong enough to carry a box." I come to the most logical solution that he blames himself for my accident. I push myself up with my crutches and put one hand on the boot door, ready to shut it.

"What? I don't blame myself if that's what your thinking!" He quickly denies it, completely clearing my brain of any ideas of why he is acting like this. I stop what I'm doing and my hand freezes in place on the boot door, trying to think of another answer but nothing comes to me.

"Then what?" I quickly answer back, angrily shutting the car boot and turning to him.

"Why should I tell you? You don't tell me anything." He huffs, walking back to the building.

"Childish... Twat." I mumble under my breath, swinging the camera around my neck angrily and making my way back into the building quickly.

I sit down in my office chair then carefully position the camera towards me, hitting record after flipping the view finder away so I can't see myself. I don't want go seem like one of those douche YouTubers that focus on themselves in the viewfinder and not the camera.

"Hey guys! I probably left my recording at a very awkward place, but, uh, a lot of shit has happened. I met an old friend of mine and managed to get a job where I can make videos in an office with a proper set up. I'll get into that later, but, I have fractured my leg. I was being stupid by thinking I was strong enough to carry a box, which I wasn't. So, I was bringing one of my boxes up the stairs and managed to fall, fracturing the small bone in my lower left leg. This lead to a whole bunch of panic and... uh... medical stuff." I click a button on the camera to pause the recording and I hold my head in my hands, rubbing my face as I remembered all the things the doctor told me about my eating. After I calm down and try not to get myself worked up, I continue on with the recording after clicking the button. "So.... uhhh... now I have to walk with crutches but it should heal in a week or so. You may be thinking, '(Y/N), if you need crutches for a fracture that's gonna heal in a week, you don't need crutches.' You'd be correct. I technically do not need crutches...I kind of.... begged for them? They just said don't put too much pressure otherwise I could worsen the fracture and the crutches were an option but not necessary. I said I would feel more comfortable with walking around with them so... I got them."

I pause the recording again and think about vlogging around the office and getting everyone in.

Barney then walks past my window and looks at me, I wave for him to come in and he does.

"Hey." He walks in, closing the door behind him.

"Because you are the bestest friend in the world," I push myself up with my crutches and stand up. "Would you help me with my vlog and explaining my job. Maybe we could get Adam, Ross and Max in it as well?"

"Yeah, sure." Barney takes the camera from my desk and hits record.

"Hello there people of (Y/N)'s fanbase. I, is the Barneys. Leader of apples and goats." He has the camera pointed at his face and he has a huge grin. He then presses the button and looks up at me. "Let's go find the Adam."

I thank him as he holds my office door open for me, I start following him as he is skipping down the hallway.

"Oh... Adams..." He sings, I'm guessing he has started to record again. "Shalurr! It the one and only Adams!" Barney runs into Adams office and stands behind him, holding the camera uncomfortably in front of his face.

"Uhh... Well this is uncomfortable." Adam has a smile on his face, trying not to laugh.

Barney then leans close to his ear and semi-whispers in a demonic voice, "Now you knows how I feels..."

This causes Adam to burst out laughing, scooting away in his chair.

I'm standing in the door way and I can't help but have a grin on my face, watching the grown men acting like children.

"Adam, we're going to make a video about (Y/N)'s job. Let's go." Barney walks out of the room, Adam following. I quickly catch up to them, watching as their faces are squished up to the glass, their noses being dragged upwards.

I stand next to Adam and I do it too, seeing Max is giving us a death stare and trying to keep a straight face while doing so.

He abruptly stands up and opens the door, and with a smile he exclaims, "What?"

"We're going to make a video with (Y/N) about her job and life." Adam explains, wiping at the glass. "You're helping."

"I don't have a choice, do I?" Looking between us, he wears a smirk.

"Nope." We say at once, confirming his question.