Underrated Youth -YUNGBLUD- [DISCONTINUED]

Chapter 5 -The House-

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Reva POV

After Dominic filled out the paperwork that for some reason didn't need my signature or consent (I would have refused), a bunch of nurses came into my room and yammered on about medication and routines and a lot of other shit I didn't listen to. I almost laughed at them when they told me to talk to someone if my suicidal thoughts returned. They never went away. And who exactly am I supposed to talk to? The guy who is basically kidnapping me? Riiiight.
Eventually they went away and left me alone. I was about to fall asleep when the door was flung open yet again. I groaned in annoyance, yet turned to see who it was.
"Miss me love?"
Oh, great. He's back.
"Terribly," I stayed dryly. He chuckled and made his way over to me.
       "Well, it looks like you'll be living with me for a while, so better to get used to me now." The audacity of this man... Wonder if he's this demanding in bed. Shut the fuck up.
       "Why are you doing this again?"
       "Doing what?" He asks with a falsely innocent smile.
       "Kidnapping a female you don't even know and forcing her to live with you." He laughs at my statement.
       "Because you obviously need somewhere to stay while you're recovering."
"Right. And why do you care?"
"That's for me to know and you to find out," he announces with a smile.

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       I am currently sitting in a car next to Dominic Harrison. If you'd told me this a few days ago, I would have thought it wasn't true. Not because I didn't believe I could meet a famous person, but because I was sure that I'd be dead by now. Yeah, that didn't work out, so here I am. We've been driving for a long time now, and I'm starting to think Dominic actually is kidnapping me, when the car slows down. He turns to me and grins.
       "Welcome to your new home." I roll my eyes at this cliche line, but my jaw drops when I look out the window.

(Before y'all start attacking me for it being to extravagant, this is an actual house in LA that is actually for sale so... 🖕.)

I step out of the car slowly, glancing at Dominic, trying to see if he's joking. His grin widens when he sees my expression.
"Do you like it?" I snort at this. Like anybody wouldn't like a house this fucking big.
"I don't know, it seems a bit much," I counter sarcastically. His smile drops as if he actually believes me.
"Sorry, I can buy another one if you want...?" Is this guy for real? Mmm, sexy, rich, talented, RICH. We have a winner folks. If you don't marry him I will. Yes, that makes complete sense, because voices can marry people. Nice logic.
"Dominic, it's fucking huge. Of course I like it, I'd be stupid not to," I say. He blinks at me, that sweet smile returning as he processes what I just said.
"Okay, that's good. And you can call me Dom, my full name is pretty long."
"Alright... Dom."
Dom. Like... dominant? Idiot, it's a nickname. If you say so...
Dom parks the car in a garage at the end of a long ass driveway. Honestly, it amazes me that he actually owns this. I don't even want to imagine how expensive it must have been.
He opens the door and I'm half expecting the inside to be made of cardboard but... nope. Just as fancy as the outside. There's a giant staircase leading from the living room to the second floor, and the kitchen is open so you can see the very expensive looking appliances inside.
Dom starts talking so I tear my gaze away from the interior design.
"It looks pretty clean right now because I haven't been here in a while, but in a few days my shit will be all over the house."
"Okay, I needed to know that why?" I ask with a raised eyebrow. He shrugs awkwardly.
"I dunno. Guess I just want you to know that I'm a human being. I'm not perfect." My eyebrow goes higher.
       "Yeah, I didn't think you were," I respond. He clears his throat.
       "Right. Great. Uhm... want to see your room?" I inwardly laugh at his awkwardness and nod. He turns and quickly shuffles up the staircase, with me in pursuit. We walk down long hallways with tasteful decorations, and I see another grand staircase leading to god knows where. Probably the third floor. Quiet.
Eventually we get to a plain white door and he looks at me before opening it.
       "I hope you like it. If you don't, I can show you the other rooms, but I thought this one would be best because you-"
       "Jesus, just open the door." He chuckles and swings it open.