Working In the Offices (House_Owner X Reader)

Chapter 15

(Warning: This chapter goes into detail about vomiting.)

It's eleven at night and we're just turning the lights off in the living room to go to bed.

"Night guys." Max says, slithering away into his room.

"I'll go and get changed first, I'll tell you when I'm done." I turn to Ross who just sleepily nods.

I walk into Ross' room and close the door quietly behind me. Pulling out a pair of blue floral pajamas, I begin to walk over to the bed and set them down. I pull off my clothes, leaving me in my socks, knickers and bra. Then I quickly pull on my pajama top and slide on my pajama bottoms. Once changed, I pull a hoodie over my shoulders and walk out into the dimly lighted living room.

"Ross, you can get changed now." I motion towards his room, he slowly gets up and walks into his room.

I pick up the air bed and air pump and place it under my arm, ready to take into Ross' room.

Ten minutes go by then those ten minutes turn to twenty. I start to get suspicious, but mostly tired, so I open Ross' door to see him fast asleep in bed, not even changed out of his jeans and shirt.

"Well thanks for the heads up Ross." I mumble a little annoyed, I double check all the lights and power outlets are turned off and when I'm happy I close Ross' door behind me.

I kneel onto the floor and roll out the blue air bed, ready to be pumped up. I grab the hand pump and insert the nozzle into the blow up hole for the bed.

After a few minutes of pumping, the bed doesn't seem to be expanding at all. I stop pumping and listen quietly, after not hearing anything, I sit onto the barely pumped up bed to hear the whining sound of air quickly escaping.

The air bed's got a leak.

"Max's stupid, 5 year old, crappy air bed." I kick the deflated hunk of plastic, enraged.

I take one of the pillows off of Ross' bed and as I walk out of the room I mentally prepare myself for sleeping on the couch.

As I get into the most comfortable position I can, I fall asleep.

- - -

I wake up. After checking the time, I see it's 4 in the morning. I sit up and wonder why I have been so abruptly awaken when a sharp pain in my stomach alerts me.

I sit up, cross legged and wrapping my arms around my stomach in pain. After around 20 minutes of holding my stomach and wincing in pain, the first wave of sickness flows over me. I quickly stand up, barely putting any pressure on my foot in fear that it'll cause damage.

I quickly hop to the bathroom and slam the door shut behind me. Kneeling in front of the toilet, I begin to salivate and feel the sick rising.

Then I vomit, my back arching and me coughing and spluttering. After it's all out of my system I flush the toilet then wash my hands and my face. Looking up at the mirror, I examine my face. I fix my messy hair and wipe my face clear of anything.

I stay staring at myself for a bit, I have a headache and I feel like crap.

Sluggishly, I hop out into the corridor where Max and Ross are waiting.

ROSS POV

I'm woken up by vomiting coming from the bathroom. I sit up in bed and rub by face, trying to wake myself up a little. I check the clock beside my bed and I see it's 4:13am.

I stumble out of bed, slightly tripping on the deflated air bed. Why isn't (Y/N) sleeping on it?

I walk out into the hall and I see Max on the other side of it, looking slightly concerned as we hear (Y/N) vomiting.

We stay silent, waiting with concerned faces.

After the tap runs for a moment and the toilet is flushed, a pale, stumbling, and tired (Y/N) comes out.

She looks between us, leaning on the door frame. "Sorry, did I wake you?"

"Yeah, it's fine though. Are you okay?" With worry lining my voice, I ask her.

"Yeah, I'll be fine now." She smiles at us, trying to convince us that she's fine.

"Why is your air bed deflated?" I point to the mass of air bed scrunched up in the corner.

"That? Well... There's a leak in it so I'm just sleeping on the sofa." She let's out a sigh.

Couldn't she just share the bed with me?

God, that sounds strange.

I go through all the reasons she should:
-I have a double bed, we could share

-She needs to have a comfortable rest

-If she were to share with Max, he could catch her illness

-I would give her my bed, but I'm also ill and (Y/N) probably wouldn't let me.

"Share my bed with me, (Y/N)." I let out before I can even think over all my reasons.

"Y-you need it. I can just sleep on the sofa, it's fine." She stumbles, flustered and shocked at my sudden offer.

"(Y/N), just take the offer and have a comfortable rest since you have a day off tomorrow." Max manages to convince the stubborn (Y/N).

We then separate into our rooms, (Y/N) following close behind me.

I slide into the right side of the bed, turning the lamp on to light the room up. I see (Y/N) facing the wall and fiddling with something on her back. After a moment, she slides her bra off under her shirt and flings it across the room.

Feeling awkward and rude for watching, I pull the duvet over my face, curl up and turn the bedside lamp off.

After a moment, (Y/N) grabs one of the spare pillows from the cupboard and slides into the left side of the bed. The bed I once thought was huge suddenly seems so much smaller as I feel the bed dip down next to me and the duvet being slightly tugged away from me.

I get a little curious of why she grabbed an extra pillow and turn around to face her, she's awake and looking at me with an eyebrow raised.

"Hi." I whisper, also twisting my body to face her. I see she's got a pillow under her chest and she's hugging her Winnie the Pooh teddy.

"What is it?" She asks, looking down at herself.

"Nothing. I, uhh, was just wondering why you needed another pillow when there was already two here." I reference to the pillow under herself by nodding my head towards it. "Why-"

"You really don't know women biology, do you?" She interrupts my question. I shake my head with a confused look.

"Well, Ross, when women are on their period, their breasts become a lot more sensitive and they hurt. Most women typically massage their breasts, but I thought I would be nice spare you the awkwardness by supporting them with a pillow." She explains to me like I'm a child.

"P-Please don't make me wake up to a tsunami of blood." I make light of the situation which causes her to laugh.

"Night, Ross." She smiles, closing her eyes and curling up into a 'fetal position'.

"Goodnight, (Y/N)." I turn around and face away from her, falling asleep with a smile on my face.