The Host Who Has A Secret (Normilly/You G!P) [REWORK IN PROGRESS]

Chapter Three

It's weird how people say that girls tend to shop for hours in a mall and seem to use this time as a stress relief by draining their bank accounts because every fibre of my skin is itching me to sprint outside of this prestigious looking store that I don't belong in. 

There is no way in hell was I going to leave this shop with bags in my hands. 

I simply refuse. 

Even with me being so uncooperative and stubborn by sitting by the corner chair, Ryker manages to stack piles of clothes for the twins to hold for me that I will have to eventually try on later. I'm surprised that Hawk and Hank aren't whining about the amount of outfits that have piled to surpass a clear vision for them to see. I didn't expect Ryker to go full out fashion designer mode but I guess that's Ryker. After all his appearance is well put together and has a lot more effort put in than the other boys.

Ryker ending at the last rack of the shop, he finally sent the boys to the change rooms who came back relatively fast I'd say. I knew the least I could do now was to stand up and get my lazy ass to the change room but I was getting hungry. When I get hungry, I become this little five year old who thrashes around in supermarkets to their parents for not buying their chosen sweets.

"Come on Y/N. I can tell on your face that you're hungry so the faster you change into each outfit, the faster you'll get to eat dinner when we get back home." I didn't need another word to come out of Ryker's mouth as I had dead set needed food. If quickly pleasing the guys with the clothes was going to get me home with food in my stomach, I'm not delaying any more time. 

I passed by the three boys and saw article of clothing that was paired together to make the outfit look rather dazzling to my eyes. I was confused as to where the other clothes were but I shrugged it off. Putting on the layers to cover my skin and staring at my reflection was as if Ryker had clothed me with an aura of respectability but also confidence. Which I tend to lack obviously.

"You done Y/N? Show us what we're working with here." Ryker yells. I drag the drapes to the side and show the guys the outfit. It felt weird to have their pair of eyes run from head to toe, not knowing if the silence was a good sign of me looking good or terrible. I feel relatively comfortable so I hope they'll pass the attire.

"Thank god this outfit works perfectly. Don't bother changing back into your clothes. Let's get the rest of the clothes in bags and head back home because I've got a stomach to feed." Ryker waves off and turns his way out of the store.

Before I could protest to anything, Hawk and Hank walk back into the change room with the rest of the clothes that were now folded and packed into bags. If I couldn't get any more puzzled, the twins walk out of the store with the bags as they essentially lifted me off my feet out of the store without the ladies at the counter protesting us to pay for the items. Rather they gave us a smile and waved goodbye.

At this moment on when we get into the car, I'm thinking of what to do. I'm in debt of ten million dollars and now I had just left an expensive looking shop with bags of unpaid clothes. I need to get out of this country. Maybe fly myself on the other side of the world so I can hide from the law.