Hate At First Sight (Larryxreader)

|~|Chapter one|~|

I pushed my earbuds further into my ears; A lame attempt to ignore the building. It loomed over our car, almost taunting me with its presence. All I could muster was a heavy sigh. Well, one thing's for sure: No more blaring music in my bedroom. I've got neighbors now.

I stepped out of the car, pulling my hood up to stop from getting wet. I stared up at the complex, a scowl on my face. My parents dragged me nine-thousand miles across the country

so I could live in this haunted-house wanna be?

A sudden grip on my shoulder made me jump. A quick glance behind me proved it was only my dad.

Ripping out my earbuds, I looked him in the eyes, not bothering to hide my anger. "What?" I snapped.

"Well, for starters, don't look so upset. This is a nice place to be." He said, gesturing towards the apartments. "And here," he shoved a box into my chest, forcing me to hold it so it didn't fall. "Why don't you make yourself useful and help bring things upstairs, huh?"

I looked down at the box, seeing it was half open. Pretty much everyone in my family was big on being neat and organized except for me. I, quite literally, threw everything I owned in some boxes and taped them up sloppily. I didn't care enough to put much effort into it.

My dad huffed, looking in the trunk for the lightest box he could carry. He never liked doing too much work. "Room number 404. Pick which bedroom you want." After seeing I didn't jump on the opportunity to see the new house, he turned to face me. "Go on now. Bye." Waving his hands, he shooed me away.

Groaning, I shifted the box in my arms to get a better grip. I turned around, my shoes now soaked from grimy puddles, and made my way to the complex.

I tapped the box impatiently as I waited for the elevator. It was warmer inside than out, so that was a plus.

A ding rang out, and I perked in response. Eagerly, I hopped on the lift, wanting nothing more than to leave that wretched lobby. There was some creep peeking through their mail slot, barely blinking as they stared me down. I don't think they know I saw them, though. If they did, they didn't make any attempt to hide their stalker behavior.

As the elevator closed, my hand hovered over the floor buttons. "Unless this place is as ass-backwards as it looks," I mumbled to myself, "I'm going to assume '404' is on the fourth floor..."

My gaze locked on the numbers changing above the rickety door. One to two...two to three...

I leaned my head against the wall behind me, closing my eyes for just a moment. I'm so tired...

They reopened as the machine chimed, the sound muffled by a slight layer of static. I swiftly got off, turning towards my room. Before I could comment on the disgusting state of the hall, the sight before me stopped me dead in my tracks.

The door beside mine had police tape blocking the entrance, and an angry-looking cop stood guard. The door was busted open, its frame covered in gashes and marks, as if some animal had tried to claw its way out. Small wood chips littered the ground around the area, some stuck in the fiber of the carpet.

Eyeing the officer, I shrugged lightly. I never got along well with cops, seeing as I was always getting into some sort of trouble. Maybe this town will be different.

I balanced my box on one leg, using a single hand hold onto it. The other was extended for a polite handshake. "Hey, I'm Y/N. Nice to meet you," I greeted. "I just moved in, so I apologize if I'm a bit awkward." A small chuckle adorned my words.

The officer looked down at my hand, then back at me. "Welcome." He crossed his arms, not bothering to at least pretend he wanted to talk to me.

Welp, looks like I'm not getting along with cops any time soon.