Ghost {Hollywood Undead x Reader} ON HOLD

; Chapter Ten - Promise ;

To say the least, the past few weeks have been nothing less than eventful. You were still adjusting to your new chaotic lifestyle, but found yourself speaking to roommates more and more. You still had issues sharing your thoughts with them, often just listening in to their conversations, but you no longer felt overwhelmed by their presence. Some days were spent in your room whilst the band was recording, others consisted of you all sitting on the couch and watching random television shows. Tonight happened to fall into the latter category as you sat at the very end of the couch, your computer resting on your lap and the six males sprawled out across the room.

"Hey y/n," George's voice came from the opposite end of the room, where he sat in one of the newly purchased bean bags. "did you happen to finish that interview request yet?" A few days ago, the boys had assigned you a new list of tasks. One of those happened to be getting in touch with a local magazine  and trying to set up an interview. You swiftly nodded, your fingers still shifting around the keyboard without missing a beat.

"Yeah, just waiting for a confirmation email about the date." You answered, quickly closing the word document you were on to open up a spreadsheet. One of the things recently added to the list was a spreadsheet that also functioned as a money managing forum in order to track all of the recent purchases. You had put off this project as much as you could, knowing that it would take forever to add all of the items and make the sheet calculate the total for you.

"I think I'm going to call it a night." Your eyes flickered up to see Danny get up from the couch, stretching as he did so.  "Night guys." With a small wave, the singer disappeared around the corner of the living room. This seemed to start a chain reaction, George leaving an hour after and Jordon leaving roughly twenty minutes later.

Eventually, the only member of the band left was Dylan. He sat at the other end of the couch,  a beer in his left hand and held the remote in the other. For a second he took his eyes off of the television, only to see you still working on your laptop despite saying that you were going to be done twenty minutes prior. You had been working since six o'clock, right after dinner was concluded, and the lock was nearing midnight.

"Y/n, are you going to go to sleep soon?" He asked as he raised the beer bottle to his lips. Your (eye color) eyes slowly drifted upwards from the screen to look at him.

"The format kind of got all messed up so, no. I don't think I'm going to be going to bed any time soon." You stopped typing with one hand in order to brush a piece of hair out of your vision.

"Well, I'm probably going to hit the hay soon. Right after I'm done with this." He twisted his wrist so the contents of the bottle would slosh around. By the sound of it, he didn't have much left until it was finished. "But, you've been working pretty hard today. If you don't plan on going to bed soon, at least take a break, okay?" A smile crossed over your features as you looked up at Dylan.

"I will. Thank you for being concerned, Dylan." 

"Hey, no problem. Can't have our P.A. be under the weather, can we? Lord knows shit wouldn't get done without you." He laughed as he brought the bottle back to his lips and drank the rest of the beer. You chuckled, agreeing with him. With a hearty sigh, the man on the other side of the couch got up from his seat. "Alright, I'm heading to bed. Night y/n." As he made his way out of the living room, you stretched your legs out to reach the other side of the couch.

"Goodnight." You spoke as you watched him fully exit the room and turn the corner into the kitchen. It took you a minute to collect your thoughts, but when you did, you reverted your attention back the computer in front of you to work. 

xXx

A yawn escaped your lips as you raised your hands over your head in a long stretch. Ever since you had started working for Hollywood Undead, you had managed to start up a habit of working way into the night. You were beginning to suspect that your body was getting used to it, but the way your eyesight was beginning to blur made you second guess that assumption. You had meant to take a break like Dylan suggested, you really did, but you managed to get too caught up in your work. 

"Y/n?" The sudden voice made you jump, your head quickly turning to see Jordon standing in the doorway of the living room, his brows furrowed in confusion. Your shoulders began to slump, realizing that there was no reason to be afraid. A lazy smirk found its way onto Jordon's face as he approached and sat down in the love seat. "What are you doing up?" You positioned yourself so you were now sitting up straight in the seat and facing him fully. 

"I wanted to finish the spreadsheet before bed." 

"You're still working on that? It's, like, four o'clock in the morning." You only shrugged and allowed another yawn to escape your lips. 

"What are you doing up?" You mimicked his words. 

"Wanted to get a glass of water. Why are you still working if you're obviously tired?" 

"I'm not tired." You hummed, but Jordon only rolled his eyes. 

"Y/n, it looks like you can barely keep your eyes open." 

"I'm fine, I'm pretty used to this." Realization struck Jordon, his face contorting to a look of shock before concern took over his features. 

"Have you been staying up this late since you started working here? I know you stayed up basically all night when we gave you your first list but you haven't been doing this the whole time, right?" Your silence was enough for Jordon to sigh. "Fucking A, y/n." At that moment, Jordon got up from his seat and walked over to where you were sitting. Without warning, the man took the laptop off of your lap and closed it, putting it underneath his arm. 

"H-hey! What are you doing?" You stammered out, watching as he crossed the room. He turned around to face you once more when he reached the entrance way. 

"Making sure you get sleep. Staying up this late, or even later, every night isn't healthy."

"Jordon, please. Let me just finish what I was doing and I promi-" 

 I'm not just saying this your boss, I'm saying this as a friend." He nodded towards the object he had just confiscated from you. "You can get this back tomorrow morning. Now, are you going to bed?" 

"I guess I have to." You murmured, standing up. At first your legs felt shaky from not being on them in a few hours, but within a couple of steps the tingling seemed to go away. The two of you ventured through the house until you had reached the hallway in which all of your rooms were located. 

"Night, y/n. Make sure you get some sleep, alright? I'll see you in the morning." Jordon hummed, opening his bedroom door, which happened to be right next to yours. 

"Night, Jordon. And uh-I-thanks." He looked at you quizzically for a moment. 

"For being concerned." The rapper scoffed at your words, suddenly making you the confused one. 

"It's just called being a good fucking person, y/n. But, yeah, I guess you're welcome." With that, Jordon entered his room and shut the door. You did the soon and stripped out of your clothes, finding an over sized shirt to throw on for pajamas. As you climbed in bed, you couldn't help but repeat Jordon's words in your head. The way Jordon had said friend had resonated with you. Sure, the boys had shown hospitality towards you, but this was the first time you had felt like they had actually cared. You weren't sure about their minds, but in yours, the terms employee, roommate, and friend were three completely different things. 

"You're overthinking this way too much, y/n." You mumbled to yourself, pulling the blankets closer to your body and rolling over. Eventually, you had managed to fall into a deep sleep.