Living with a Rockstar (Whitty x OC) {Completed}

Letting it out

Heyo! So I'm really enjoying this book and I hope you all are as well. I'm really sorry if Whitty or any other character is acting out of character, I haven't written a book in a long while. But, without further ado, let's get started!

*Claire's POV*
While Whitty was taking a bath, I went to my bedroom to bandage my hands and remove my gloves.

The incident in the alley didn't damage my hands, but did draw blood, so I made sure to disinfect before bandaging them.

"Now that I think about it, I was thrown into a pile of garbage. I'll go take a bath myself when I'm done with everything."

I glanced outside to see if Whitty left yet. "Not out yet, hope he's not having any problems."

I exit my room and went into the room that belonged to my brother.

"I'm sure he won't miss a single pair of clothes." Rummaging through his clothes, I searched for anything that would be oversized that could fit Whitty.

Finally, I found a large green hoodie that looked like it could fit him.

"Nice! Now for pants, I'm sure he has some sweatpants here somewhere."

Luckily, my brother loved over-sized sweatpants, so it didn't take long for me to find a pair that could fit him.

"Ok, what else?" I scratched my head, wondering what I was forgetting.

"Underwear."

"Oh dear." I couldn't find any pair of underwear that even looked like it could fit it.

"I guess the first thing I'll do is shopping tomorrow." I carried the clothes to the room he was staying in.

"Whitty? Are you ok?" I knocked on the door.

"Yeah, I'm doing ok." His response didn't sit well with me for some reason.

"Whitty, are you almost done?"

"I'm already done."

"Then why are you still in there?"

I got back no response.

"I'm coming in, make sure you have on your towel."

I opened the door to be greeted with the shower curtain and pole sitting on the floor, with Whitty standing behind it embarrassed.

"Whitty, it's ok. That pole has always done that, it's just slacked is all." I climbed up and placed the pole back where it was.

"If there's any problem, just come ask me. Don't be afraid to ask." Sending him a smile, I guided him back out the bathroom.

"Here's your clothes, I couldn't find any underwear that could fit you, I'm sorry." I turned my gaze to the door.

"That's ok, this is more than enough, thank you."

He took the clothes and I grabbed the basket that had his pants and underwear.

"While these are washing I'm going to take a bath myself. If you need anything just knock on my door and holler. My room is right next to yours." With that, I carried the clothes to the washroom and tossed them in the machine.

"Guess I should change out to wash these too." Smelling my outfit, which smelt like rotten fish, I grimaced and hurried to my room.

After putting on my bath robe, I carried my own basket with my clothes and gloves, placing them in the machine as well.