Ghost {Hollywood Undead x Reader} ON HOLD

; Chapter Eight - The Day ;

You awoke expecting hear the chatter of the band in the living room, yet you had woken up to an empty house. For a minute you were startled, until you realized they had mentioned leaving the apartment for the day. At this time it also dawned on you that the lists of tasks they gave you are all completed, rendering you useless at the moment.

Normally, on days when you had nothing to do, you would find yourself going to your favorite bookstore or coffee shop. Yet, that couldn't be the case due to your newly found living situation. Being in a whole new city had that sort of wonder in it, especially when it's the one and only Los Angles. As much as you wanted to see the city, you didn't feel quite comfort leaving the apartment alone. Maybe you could ask one of the boys to take you on a tour in their spare time. Would that be annoying for you to do that? No. If they agree, they obviously didn't care. Right? But what if they were just trying to be nice.

"Y/n, stop over thinking things." You scolded yourself, getting out of bed. Almost seamlessly, you began to collect the items you would need to take a shower. The decision didn't take much thought. The two nights you had been here, you had managed to only gain enough courage to take a shower once. While bathing yourself, you had become uneasy with hearing the sound of footsteps in the hall. Of course the door was locked and you were positive nothing would occur if it wasn't, but your anxiety still had control of your emotions. Now that you were home alone, you could enjoy yourself without fear of being walked in on. The more you thought about it, the more appealing a long hot shower became.

You had just collected most of your things and was about to find a change of clothes when your phone rang, causing you to slightly jump. Your eyebrows furrowed, wondering who dared to take your shower time away from you. Quickly, you dropped the belongings in your arms onto the office chair and rushed over to your phone. The caller ID read off a number that you had never seen before. Cautiously, you answered the call and raised the cell to your ear.

"H-Hello?" You sat down on your bed, hearing multiple shuffles on the other end before someone finally spoke.

"Hey y/n, it's Danny." The familiar voice made you relax, your shoulders lowering from their tense state. "Could you do me a favor?"

"Yeah, of course." You answered, a smile coming onto your face. "What do you need?"

"Go into my room and on my desk, next to my keyboard, you're gonna find a phone number. I was going to add it in my phone but forgot to this morning. Can you just send me a picture of it over text or something?" You replayed the information in your brain, making sure you understood.

"Will do." You answered back, standing up and already venturing towards his bedroom.

"Thanks y/n, you're a live saver." After this, the line disconnected and you were left in silence once again. The walk was rather short, since his room was only two down from yours. This was the first time you would ever be entering one of their rooms.

Your outstretched hand brushed the cold golden handle of his bedroom door, sending a chill through your body. You pushed open the door to reveal a room very modern looking room, the color pallet including various tones of gray and black. For a second, you found yourself questioning if this was the correct room, you hadn't pinned Danny for the monochromatic type of person. Yet, as you walked further into the room to approach the desk, you did notice subtle hints of color, like the gold flaked into the full length mirror leaning upon the wall. The room itself was rather clean as well, you couldn't help but notice. The gray covers of the queen sized bed were tucked gently into the foot of the bed, and the white pillows were propped up against the headboard.

Once you had reached the desk, you began looking for the piece of paper he described. Sure enough, you had found it exactly where he had described. Humming lightly to yourself, you pulled out your cell and unlocked it. Within a few seconds, you had captured the photo and sent it Danny. You stood there, scrolling around multiple apps on your phone until he sent you an 'okay'. With that, you were pleased to hear you could return to your plan to take a comforting shower.

However, as you stepped back to begin your return, you had stepped onto the wheel of the chair and fell backwards onto the ground.

"Shit..." you hissed, grabbing your ankle and trying to subside the aching pain that had just ignited. You found yourself sucking on your teeth until the pain began to dwindle. After a few moments, it vanished. Steadily you began to rise to your feet, putting pressure onto the ankle to make sure it wasn't sprained, just in case. Thankfully, there wasn't any long term effects of your fall. At this point, all you wanted to do was take your shower.

You exited your room as quick as you entered, grabbing your towel and soaps before heading towards one of the the two bathrooms. Your shower the other night happened to take place in the smaller one, which consisted of a shower-bath combo, a toilet, and a sink. Today, since you were alone, you had decided to use the bathroom at the other end of the hall. This one happened to be a three-quarter, which was a bathroom that has a standing shower, toilet, and sink.

After you went into the bathroom, you began to set up your shampoo and other needed products. There seemed to be some unspoken rule about the showers in the apartment and this rule was bring your own products in the shower and take them out once you finished. Which, seemed pretty efficient so there wasn't twelve different things littering the shelves.

A moment of peace seemed to course through you as you peeled off your clothes and went under the already running water, which was perfectly set up to be the desired temperature. Just the feeling of the water cascading down your back washed away all of your anxieties, or so it seemed. For as long as you could remember, the shower was your thinking space. Whether it was contemplating the meaning of life, or wondering how many licks it takes to get to the center of a lollipop, your mind was always trying to find some sort of answer. The topic of the night seemed to be wondering how much longer the boys were going to be at the studio.

One long and relaxing shower later, you pushed open the clouded glass door and entered the steam filled room. While humming, you picked up your towel from one of the hanging hooks, and began drying down your hair and body. It was at this moment, when you realized your clothes were no where to be found. Your face fell as your brain replayed your past steps. Apparently, you were so done with life after your fall, you had went into your room and completely forgot you were in the middle of getting new clothes. A deep sigh escaped your mouth as you attempted to form a plan.

"Alright, no problem. You're home alone. Just wrap yourself in the towel and go to your room." You spoke in an attempt to calm yourself down, wrapping a hand around the cold metal doorknob of the bathroom door. Just as you went to turn the handle, the sounds of the front door opening and closing could be heard in the distance, accompanied with a jumble of voices.

"Y/n, we're back!" Jordon's voice could be heard over the others.

Great.