prankster Nathaniel X Reader (Discontinued)

Chapter 1 Rewrite

Chapter 1 rewrite

Word count: 1250
This is what I strive for now

On her way to Paris to move in on a busy street was never her style, neither was being polite. So when it came to business parties or literally anything fancy, she was usually left behind.

Not like she wanted to be there, she just wanted to feel wanted.

“so this is it?”

(Y/N) asked no one in particular, looking skeptically at the tall gray building in front of her.

“yes, it was the best thing we could find for a low price, isn't it lovely?”

(Y/N)’s mom said smiling widely.

You could tell it was cheap. The smell from the fallen trash can reeked on the sidewalk, pigeons eating the old food that was oozing out of the freshly poked holes.

The gray sky complimented the nice atmosphere of a poorly made horror film.

(Y/N) was expecting a black cat to run over the street at any moment, or at least a car crashing into one of the already broken streetlights.

Were they really going to stay here?

Her parents might have been rich but they loved saving money. No one could ever have guessed the family in front of the stone building were famous journalists.

“I mean yeah, if you like living on a set for a horror movie.”

(Y/N) said playing with a loose string hanging from her designer sweater.

“oh don't be so gloomy dear, I'm sure you'll love the inside.”

“your mother is right, don't judge it till you try it kiddo.”

(Y/N)’s dad said passing by ruffling up her hear before opening the door.

“ladies.”

Letting her mother go first and entering the building and being welcomed by another door located under a staircase. She turned the corner and saw what she assumed was the living room. With all the gray it was hard to tell anything apart.

“hey kid, your room is upstairs if you want to go see it.”

(Y/N)’s father said impatiently waiting for his daughter to move out of the way.

“sorry, I’ll be going then.”

(Y/N) said lowering her head and rushed up the stairs.

She expected there’d be more rooms, but in the end of a long dark corridor - that really looked to be straight from a horror movie - was a black wooden door.

As (Y/N) made her way on the wooden floor, as creaked as her feet hit it ever so softly.

The door was surprisingly quiet, but the room she was in front of her was simply depressing.

Spider webs in the most obvious places and was that a hole in the wall? The walls were - surprise surprise! - gray, that seemed to be the current theme for the house. Hopefully she’d be able to paint it later.

There was an old mattress on the floor. Glass shattered from a broken lamp. The floor was wooden and worn.

‘note to self, never walk barefoot.’

After a few seconds of standing in the doorway she decided to start cleaning.

Getting some paper towels - which appeared to be the only thing they had at the moment - she cleaned up the spider webs, using stairs she found in the cupboard under the staircase to get to the higher places, she also found a vacuum cleaner that she used to clean the broken glass. Then dragging the old mattress outside and leaving it next to the spilled trash on the sidewalk.