The Assistant (Bill Hader x Reader)

Chapter 2 - Breakfast in Bed

My alarm blares at 7 a.m. sharp but I'm already up making finishing touches to my subtle makeup and modest outfit, a sweater and red velvet jeans. I quickly check up at Bill's window to make sure he's still asleep. The room is dark. I give Samara some dry kibble and a kiss between her ears before I rush to the kitchen. I swear this kitchen is as big as my old apartment.

I make my movements quiet as a cook a full breakfast of eggs, toast, and bacon. I rummage through cabinets before finally finding the perfect wooden serving plate and add the items on top of it. I finished it off with a glass of orange juice I found in the nearly empty fridge, a small note reading "good morning", and of course a Band-Aid.

I tip-toe quietly upstairs to his room and open the very squeaky door. I pause as he turns over in bed but he stays asleep. I place the breakfast on a nightstand next to his head and move his laptop out of the way. I pause a moment to look at his gentle face as he sleeps. No lines of anger like the cold man I met the night before. I realize I'm focusing a bit to long and snap myself out of my gaze and leave the room. I hop back downstairs feeling fulfilled and officially ready for this new job as I collapse onto my bed and pass out once again.

"y/n!" Bill's voice blares from a distant room. I flutter my eyes open and smile. Then I see the time, 9:30 a.m. I'm late. I hop up out of bed and attempt to fix my messy hair and wipe the drool from my mouth before running out of my room. I stop short at the kitchen where he leans against the wall again chewing on a piece of bacon with a stern look on his face, "You're late."

"I-i'm so sorry, sir. I was up so late I didn't even realize I fell back asleep," I studder nervously. I can't lose this job already.

He stares at me with a cold gaze for a moment and then breaks it with a chuckle. He wipes the side of his lips with his wounded finger now wrapped in a Band-Aid. I chuckle nervously with him. He stops and walks slowly towards me. I stand up a little straighter and feel my breath getting quicker. He gets so close I can feel his warm morning breath on my cheek. I feel a tightening in my stomach that I can't explain. He tucks a strand of hair behind my ear and looks into my eyes before whispering, "Clean yourself up, you used the last of my orange juice. Now you have to get more."

I look down at the ground and nod. Before walking away he pats my head, "Good girl." 

When he turns I look up disgusted and can't help what comes out of my mouth next, "I'm not your dog. I'm a woman and we are strictly co-workers." He turns around slowly sucking jam off of his finger. He raises his eyebrows at me with a smirk.

I pause for a moment wondering if I should regret what I said. Instead I take a big gulp and turn on my heels towards my room and slam the door. Great, now I'll surely get fired. I lay on the bed petting Samara a little, "I think we need to find a new home already sweet Samara," she meows back and nuzzles my neck. There's a soft knock at the door. I breathe in deep before going to open it, accepting my fate.

He stands there leaning on the doorframe with a cocky smile, "Orange juice won't get itself," he hands me a list, a grocery list. I look up a little shocked but nod and hurry to gather my things. Before I can make it out the door he stops me, "Oh and y/n, don't ever talk to me that way again or you're fired."

I feel my heart racing. I don't even turn around to look at him before closing the door behind me. The list specifies what car to take and where the keys are in the garage. I make my way there and take a breath for what feels like the first time. He makes me so angry but at the same time makes me want him. I can't help thinking about how he looked into my eyes and got so close to me. I feel my stomach tighten again. Why does he have this hold over me? He's such a jerk, nothing like I would have expected him to be. 

I hear a door open in the garage and next thing I know the passenger door opens and Bill sits inside without saying a word. He's wearing a baseball hat and sunglasses which I assume is a disguise but isn't doing much. We've been sitting in silence for far too long. I clear my throat and begin to reverse out of the garage. 

The whole ride there is silent with some minimal humming from Bill. I feel butterflies the entire time. Everytime he reaches to adjust the temperature I wish he took ahold of my thigh. I can't get these thoughts out of my head no matter how hard I try. It's still silent once we get there and get out of the car. I guess I walk a little too slow towards the entrance because Bill places his hand on my lower back encouraging me to pick up the pace. 

I walk so fast with the front entrance being my destination I don't even notice the truck flying towards me. Bill grabs my wrist and pulls me back so forcefully it brings us both to the ground. My head smacks on the ground and my heart continues to race. Bill has ahold of me and I notice he's staring into my eyes with a great look of concern. He shakes it off quickly and stands up pulling me up with him. Without looking at me he whispers angrily, "Are you fucking crazy?"

I touch my fingertips to my aching temple, "They almost hit me, how am I the crazy one?"

He clenches his jaw and pulls me to the side, "You- I had to save you. Why weren't you paying atten-" his voice trails off as he glance goes soft and he gently touches my head. I wince in pain and he states blatantly, "You're bleeding, let's go home."

"That's not my home," I state and I don't even know why as he tries to pull me back to the car.

"It is now," his voice gets more tense, "what do you want me to do? Kick you out to the side of the street? Is that your home, y/n?"

I roll my eyes and feel tears well up in them, "I'm just saying I haven't felt at home since I came here."

He smirks and almost mocks me, "Sorry to be a bad host, get in the damn car."

I feel a tear roll down my cheek, "Orange juice," I whisper as he puts me into the passenger seat of the car and he gets in the driver's side. He takes a deep breath and leans his head on the steering wheel. I feel more tears stroll down my face.

"I'm sorry," he mumbles.

I don't even pay attention to his words, "What about the orange juice!?"

He slams his hand on the wheel and turns to me abruptly grabbing my face in his hands and smashing his soft lips aggressively against mine. I'm tense at first but I relax as he continues to kiss me. He stops abruptly and turns back to the wheel. He puts the car in reverse and doesn't speak to me again the whole way home.