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

Shopping and Memories

Heyo! I'm back with another chapter. I can't believe I posted so many in a single day, I can't remember the last time I was so excited to write a book. But anyway, as always all images, songs and videos used don't belong to me, they belong to their rightful owners. Now then, on to the chapter!

TW (angst, abuse, graphic details) If you're uncomfortable with this then avoid this chapter, otherwise read at your own risk.

☀️Saturday Morning ☀️

*Claire's POV*
The alarm I'm used to hearing didn't wake me up, instead I was woken up by a sense of heat.

Slowly opening my eyes, I saw a green hoodie.

"Where am I?" I tried to collect my thoughts and remember what happened the day before.

"Oh yeah, now I remember. I met Whitty and convinced him to move in." I rose from my spot and looked at the bomb, still asleep.

While caressing his head, I looked at the clock in the room, seeing that it was past 10am.

"I'll make breakfast for when he wakes up." Quietly getting out of bed, I went to my room to do my usual routine.

The only difference was that I heard the sound of a thud whilst brushing my teeth.

"Whitty!" I rushed back to the room to find him sitting on the floor.

"Are you okay?" Looking for any sign of injury, he looked at me with a hint of pain.

"I guess I rolled off of the bed." He groaned as he stood up.

"Well at least you aren't seriously hurt. You can come downstairs when you're ready for breakfast. Make sure you brush your teeth." I attempted to pat his head, but forgot that he was taller than me.

He leaned over to receive the pat to my surprise, so I gently caressed his head.

I rushed downstairs to make breakfast, making sure to make a big meal for Whitty.

When I finally finished the food, I set the tray for Whitty and carried it to the living room where he was sitting.

"Here you go." I handed the tray to him.

"Thanks." He received the tray and I took a seat next to him, sipping my tea while searching for the remote.

With a click, the tv came on and had my favourite show playing.

"Nice! I caught it right as it was starting." I bit into my toast as the episode started.

"What show is this?" Whitty looked at the tv with a confused expression.

"My favourite show, Assassination Classroom! I've been watching it for awhile and it's really entertaining." My attention was drawn back to the tv when I heard the opening start.

Jumping out of the chair, I began singing along.