He's Taken

Chapter 5

You didn't wait until you got home to begin wallowing. By the time you walked up to your room on the third floor, your mind was completely preoccupied. That's why you didn't notice that your father's parents were already there. They were in the middle of unpacking their suitcases and making themselves at home.

"Where are my blue socks, Dorothy?" Grandpa Howard asked his wife while he was digging through his bag. Hearing his voice made y/n stop and freeze.

"Don't tell me that you didn't pack them? Oh, Howard," Grandma Dorothy sighed at her husband. "Can't I trust you to do anything? Do I really have to do all the packing?"

"At least I packed this for you," She reached into her own bag and pulled out a hot water bottle. You decided that you would slowly go back down the stairs and your grandparents would be none the wiser. They would never know that you had been there. You had only made it down a couple of steps before a creaky stair gave you away. Both of them heard it and turned towards the stairs.

"Y/N!" they exclaimed together.

"Shit," you cursed under your breath. You turned around and forced a wide smile onto your face. "Hi!"

"Hi!" Grandpa Howard put his arms out wide for a hug. You put your head down and drudged up the stairs. They engulfed you in their arms. You began to squirm out of their embrace after thirty seconds. You backed up a couple of steps so you were out of their reach.

"Sweetheart, it is good to see you. You are a sight for sore eyes." Grandpa Howard exclaimed. "How are you, my little lamb chop?"

"I'm fine, Grandpa. How are you guys?" you smiled awkwardly. Both grandparents began speaking over each other immediately. Grandpa Howard complained about his lower back pain. Grandma Dorothy talked about headaches and the corns on her feet.

"So, are you guys sleeping up here in my room?" you interrupted them.

"Yeah, your Grandpa Fred jumped our claim on Jo's room...here we are," Grandpa Howard grumbled. You nodded your head and decided to test your luck with the grandparents.

"Well, I haven't seen you guys in a while. Do I look any different? Maybe older?" she asked, the hopeful tone clear in her voice.

"No, I don't think so, lamb chop," Grandpa Howard looked over at his wife briefly before he looked back at you.

"No," Grandma Dorothy said agreeing with her husband. She turned to Howard and changed the direction of the conversation. "Oh, I hope it's not cold tomorrow. I fear that Ruby won't wear a hat or coat over her wedding dress." she fussed.

"Well, if she does, you shouldn't bug her," Grandpa Howard held up his hands to halt the woman.

"I'm not going to bug her," she fussed back at Howard. You interrupted your grandmother before she got very far in fussing. In your experience, Grandma Dorothy could fuss for hours on end.

"Well, I'm going to go set up in Adam's room. I'll see you guys later," you backed up to the stairs.