Working In the Offices (House_Owner X Reader)

Chapter 14

(Spoilers for 'Me Before You' by JoJo Moyes, but I seriously doubt you're planning on reading it.)

The week is uneventful from then on, they go and record all the videos that they missed and I sit in my office reading 'Me Before You' by JoJo Moyes. It's a book about a paraplegic man who has only a little movement in his arms and the main character, Louisa Clark, get's a job taking care of him. The paraplegic man, Will, has lost his friends and mostly spends his time inside looking out of his manor window. He only leaves the house for doctors appointments and refuses to leave otherwise. I find it personally upsetting because Will wants to medically end his life, he doesn't want to live his life stuck in a wheel chair, not being able to feed himself, wash himself or even get into a comfortable position in bed without needing assistance. I haven't finished the book yet, but I've gotten around halfway through and I'm worried what the ending will be after the ratings of the book stated: "Truly beautiful. Made us laugh, smile and sob like a baby - you simply have to read it."

I've got to an intriguing part when Max opens my office door, slightly scaring me. "We're heading home now, let's go."

I've actually gotten used to my crutches, it's Friday today and I'll be going in on Sunday to get rid of them as I don't really need them anymore.

As per usual, I pick up my crutches which were resting on the left wall and push myself up with them, checking I have my phone, purse and car keys. I pick up my book and shove it under my arm and begin to follow Max down to the car park where Ross is leaning on my car, playing on his phone.

"Don't scratch the paint." I joke as we get to my car, Ross lightly smiles and is about to get into the passenger seat when he stops, realising I can't exactly drive. I pass him my keys and I get into the passenger seat, Ross get's into the driver's seat and reaches to the wrong side to pull his seat belt over him. Ross isn't usually so clumsy with my car...

"Oh god, please don't crash my car. You had a streak!" I worry, watching as he fumbles around, jamming my car keys into the wrong side of the steering wheel. He seems nervous and flustered.

"Are you alright Ross?" Max asks, noticing Ross' absurd behaviour. Ross doesn't answer, he just nods, wiping his forehead from sweat.

When he eventually starts the car up, I twist the keys and take them out, refusing to let him drive until I know what's wrong.

"Ross, what's the matter?" I ask, he still doesn't answer. He just makes noises of reassurance. I place my hand on his forehead, his red face is redder than usual and the amount of sweat he is producing is scaring me. He's burning up and I won't let him drive.

"Get in the backseat, take your shirt off and open a window." I instruct him in all seriousness, he gives me a strange glance. "Do it, I don't want you to go fainting on us."

"That's pretty unli-" Ross begins to prove me wrong with his medical knowledge but I soon interrupt him.

"Come on." I encourage him but he still stays seated.

"I'm a little body conscious..." He mumbles, looking down at himself.

"You really want to say that to me? I got enough fat to cure hunger issues around the world, now get in the back." I instruct, getting a little sensitive about this topic. That's what I do, whenever something too serious or too close to home comes up, I make fun of myself.

"I got moobs though." He whispers, barely being able to keep the smile off of my face, I hold my laughter.

"Doesn't matter, show those tits to the world, make girls jealous of those boobs." I poke his 'moobs' which are basically non-existant. "I can tell you that I'm already jealous and they're not even out yet!"

Max and Ross begin to laugh, I can't help but chuckle along. Ross get's into the backseat and opens the window, he doesn't take his top off, obviously. Max jumps in and drives us home.

I've gotten used to the daily routine, I basically don't do anything all day which I'm cool with. I do the cooking most of the time, as Max is 'tired' when he comes home.

I edited the video for my channel and posted it, mentioning I won't be uploading for a while due to my life needing to be sorted out.

Ross has taken his bedroom back but I do share his drawers... And most of his room. We've all been talking about having the blow up bed on Ross' floor since it's such an inconvenience to blow it up every night.

We arrive to our home and make our way in, Ross immediantly flops onto the sofa and me and Max scuttle into the kitchen.

"He's gonna have to stay off tomorrow." I keep my voice down, not wanting Ross to hear.

"It could be gone tomorrow morning, plus he can't be at home, ill and alone with katanas." Max jokes.

"I doubt it, he's got a high fever and a cold. He probably has the flu, I can stay home with him, I don't do anything at the offices anyway." I shrug, looking the cupboards for inspiration for a meal.

"Okay, I'll go call Adam." Max pulls his phone from his pocket and pulls the phone to his ear as he leaves.

"He's not going to want to eat, so I'll have to make him soup and pour it down his throat or something." I mumble to myself. I find some chicken soup and decide to just make everyone have that and some bread and butter.

I get three bowls and three cans of chicken soup out, pouring one can into each bowl. I put them into the microwave, one by one. As I'm waiting for the last one to warm up I get three slices of bread and butter them up, cutting them in half and putting them on their plates. Just as I get three spoons Max comes in the kitchen again.

"Adam said it'll be fine. They have back up." Max peers over my shoulder to see what I've made.

"Go into the living room and I'll bring food and drinks." I nod to the living room as I get three mugs, putting a tea bag in one and coffee into the others.

I bring the drinks in first, placing them in our spots. I then bring out two plates of food, handing one to Max. I'm about to hand the other one to Ross when he lets out a snore.

"Never mind then..." I walk back into the kitchen and slide one of meals into the microwave for Ross to eat when he gets up. I take my meal into the living room and sit onto the floor as Ross has taken up the whole sofa.

We eat while watching American Jeremy kyle that's around 10 years old.

"Was this your introduction to Americans?" Max asks, placing his empty bowl of soup onto the coffee table.

"Yep," I stand up and take the empty bowls and cups into the kitchen. "I thought you were all crazy nut jobs."

As I place everything in the kitchen I can hear Max chuckling. Then Max is talking... To himself?

I walk back to the living room suspiciously; peeking my head around the corner, I see Ross is now awake and is speaking to Max. I walk in and sit on the floor again.

"Man, I feel like total crap right now. I don't think I can go in t-" Ross has his head in his hands, he gets interrupted by Max.

"We've already sorted that out. (Y/N) will be staying home to make sure you don't blow up the house." Max jokes, smiling.

"Oh, okay. Where's my dinner?" Ross asks, sliding his glasses back onto his face.