Working In the Offices (House_Owner X Reader)

Chapter 13

They then set off for Ross' office, I slowly follow as the giggling bunch make silly faces at the camera and try out the filters on the camera, if you're wondering were I got the money for the camera, it was a present from my parents. The men burst straight into the room, tackling Ross. Adam sits on him, Max ruffles his hair, Barney films it all and I stand in the doorway.

"What do you want?" Ross has a small smile on his face, sounding slightly annoyed.

"We're making a video for (Y/N). Come on." Adam pulls Ross up, taking him into the 'meeting room' where we ate a few hours prior. Barney and Max follow close by while I meander behind, thanking Max as he holds the door open for me.

I sit myself down, dropping the crutches onto the floor with a clang of metal.

"So, who is going to explain?" Max directs the question to me, dragging everyone's attention to me also. I shrug in response.

"I... I don't know. All of you?" I raise my upper lip to the right, making a snarling face almost. "Give me the camera a moment."

Barney slides the camera on the table to me, I pick it up and point it in the direction of everyone. "All of you get in a line of chairs." I instruct to everyone and they do so. I wheel back a little in my chair to get them all in frame.

"So, who's speaking then?" I ask, turning off the strange filters they turned on.

"Aren't you going to get in the shot?" Ross says the first words he has said to me for a while. I don't look up him, I continue to play around with the camera while speaking.

"No."

"Why not?"

"Because I don't want to..."

"You have to."

"Why do I 'have' to?" I look up at him, getting agitated.

My death stare seems to silence him for a moment, giving time for someone to interject. "What is going on with you guys?" Adam asks, looking between us.

"I don't know, ask her." Ross stands up, as if to leave. This pricks at something inside of me and I snap.

"Sit your arse back down, don't try to be dramatic and face whatever the hell is going on." I demand, my hands shaking from anger. Ross freezes in his place and turns to me.

"What?" He crosses his arms, getting angry himself. I could really throw this camera at his face right now.

"Okay, Adam. Since Ross is being irrational I'll explain what has been happening earlier today." I fake smile at Ross and Adam. "Ross has been very caring for me after my accident, which I appreciate an' all. But it got a little out of hand when I went to my car. I was looking for my camera and USB when Ross was walking up to me, he questioned what I was doing. I responded and asked why. He said he didn't want me hurting myself or getting myself killed." I put emphasis on the word 'killed'. "I asked him why he was worrying so much then he said, 'Why should I tell you anything, you don't tell me anything.' He's being a bit of a brat."

Adam looks up at Ross, feeling strangely awkward in the cross fire. "Ross, why are you being so consistent with getting (Y/N) to tell you her life?"

"The doctor told me she had not been eating properly and was on the edge of starving herself. I want to know why and its god damn annoying me!" He shouts, referencing to me with his hands, looking at Adam as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

"Okay," I start in a fed up tone. "You know what? You really want to know? Well I'll tell you. In Britain, I was in debt. Hugely. I worked 2 part time jobs a week along with my college course and YouTube to pay it back. I didn't get my parents involved as they didn't have the money themselves. I managed paying it back, leaving barely any money to my name. My friends and family gathered up the money they could to help me with my dreams on my nineteenth birthday, to get a worthy job. They sent me to America and I had told them I had enough money to start off, I didn't. I had to continue paying for a phone while also paying for my car. Living in my car, I ate once a day. Maybe not even that. I came into that restaurant with change to pay for my sandwich and you helped me." I'm lying, I still havent paid it all yet. I'm crying now, tears are running down my face and hitting my chest. "Now, are you happy you know the truth?"

Silence.

Silence stays in the room and doesn't leave. I lean on the table, my head buried in my crossed arms as I weep.

I hear someone sit down and all I hear is my crying and hic-ing. I curl up slightly, trying to hide from everyone and trying to escape this silence.

"(Y/N)..." Ross mumbles, I look up to see him giving me a sympathetic look, examining my face. I sit up, wiping my face.

"What, Ross?" I look up at him, feeling a roller coaster of emotions running through me. I feel distraught from realising I was basically homeless with no money to my name. I'm angry at myself because I gave into the pressure; I'm normally good with keeping things to myself, but I guess countless months of suppressing it to the back of my mind caused it to grow and take over my thoughts. Though, strangely, I'm relieved. Relieved that I have gotten this huge burden slightly off of my chest.

"I'm really sorry for pressuring you like that. I don't know why I did that, I hope you can forgive me." His eyes are focused onto the floor, not wanting to look up at me. I rub my face, letting out a shaky breath and leaning back into the office chair.

"It's fine, I just need a day in bed and a metric tonne of ice cream." I joke, smiling. I look up to see Max, Adam and Barney are looking between each other, whispering. "I'm sorry for including you in this, guys. You must be feeling so awkward. Let's get this video done, eh?"

We do the video, they all put on happy faces while perfectly explaining my position and laughing around with each other. Looking at them put on a mask of happiness makes me feel morose, I, on the other hand, am frowning, slightly smiling when they make an entertaining joke or when they act like goof balls.