The Villain in Whose Story (Phosie Fanfic)

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"Prom"

Penelope POV

     My eyes flutter open and I smile at what I'm looking at. Hope's face is peaceful and free of all worry. Her eyes are closed and her mouth is slightly open and little snores are coming out. When she breathes her hair tickles my hand so I decided to start playing with it. Her hair is so soft and I just twirl it in my hands. "Staring is quite rude," Hope quotes. "This is the second time I've woken up with you in my arms today." The red glow of my clock catches my eye. I gasp and jump out of bed. Shit. Shit. It's 3:00 p.m. There's only 4 more hours until the prom and I haven't even brushed my teeth yet. "Hope, grab your things for the prom and go to Jojo's room. I need to get ready and I don't want you to see what I'm wearing." "Why am I the one that needs to leave?" "Because I don't want to see Jojo. I just don't want to see her look full of hatred and dissapointment. I didn't deserve her and I never will. Please?" I beg. She sighs and starts gathering her things. 

     While she's getting her things I brush my teeth. Once she leaves I get out what I'm going to wear. (Like in the second picture) I quickly slip into it and then go back into the bathroom. (I don't know much about make-up so please correct anything wrong with what I'm explaining.) First I put on an orange color correcter on my chin, around my mouth, and between my eyebrows. Then I put on foundation all over my face. Once I finish with foundation I grab a concealer stick and start to dab it under my eyes, and over some of the small pimple scars I have. I put the cap back on and grab a beauty blender. I blend out everything and then I pick up a bronzer. I put it on my cheekbones, a little on my nose, and a little on the top of my forehead. I blend that and then grab a light pink blush and apply very little to my cheeks. I blend it and then grab a  highlighter. I put some on my nose and a little on my cheekbones. I blend it and put everything away into a small bag. I open a chore and put the bag in, I take another bag out and open it. I spill the contents out and pick up a deep navy blue eyeshadow and lightly apply it under my eyes and on my eyelids. I blend it and grab an eyeliner. I draw wings and color the inside of the wings. I drag the eyeliner along my eyelids. I blend it and then I apply mascara. 

   I look at my lipsticks trying to decide which one I want to use. I decide on light pastel pink. I put it on and then grab an eyebrow pencil. I fill in my eyebrows and then spray setting spray on my face. I look in the mirror and nod. I look pretty good if I don't say so myself. I look at the clock and it's 5:30 which means I have an hour and a half to do my hair. I put the top layer of my hair into a nice bun on the upper half of the back of my head. I grab a curling iron and curl the bottom layer into soft curls. After curling my hair it's 6:45 so I still have 25 minutes to find shoes and put on accessories. I open my jewelry box and pick out a silver necklace. I put on some black heels and walk out of my room. I made my way to the cafeteria and text Hope where to meet up. I take a few deep breaths in an attempt to calm my nerves. It all hit me while I was waiting. I. Am. Going. To. Prom. With. Hope. Mikaelson. 

    I feel arms wrap around my waist. "You look ravishing love." I blush at Hope's comment. I turn around and the air catches in my throat. She's wearing a long black dress that hugs her body and emphasizes her curves. Her hair is curled and she just wow. "Y-you look b-beautiful," I stutter. She's so beautiful that I can barely put together full sentences. She smirks at me and I grumble, "Shut up." I put my arm out and she links her arm with mine. We walk towards the double doors and they open. We walk down the stairs and I look around. There's white fabric hanging around the room in an intricate pattern, people are dancing everywhere. A white dress catches my eye. Jojo is talking to her mom and she looks stunning. Stop! Stop! Penelope, you have a date. Stop thinking about your ex. I shake my head and turn my attention back to Hope and the stairs. We get to the bottom of the stairs and Hope leads me into the middle of the dance floor. The DJ a.k.a Kaleb puts on a slow song. Hope holds her hand out and asks, "May I have this dance love?" I nod and take her hand. She puts her hand on my back and I put my hand around her right shoulder. Our other free hands clasp together and we start to move. I count in my head the steps and we start to move more loosely. I feel the rhythm of the music and let my body move following Hope. 

    We instinctually move closer together until our faces are inches apart. We're so close I can feel her breath on my face and I can smell her. She smells like nature. She leans in and I panic. I pull away and mumble an apology before sprinting up to our room. I close the door and sit on my bed. I take quick breaths until I remind myself to breathe. I take a deep breath in and then let it out. The door opens and Hope comes walking in. "I'm sorry darling, I didn't mean to put you in that position. It just sort of happened." I shake my head and said, "No, it's not you. It's me. I'm not worthy of dating someone like you. You act mean and bitchy but deep down you're an adorable little wolf. I don't deserve you. I'm damaged." Hope walks over to me and wraps her arms around me. I bury my face into her shoulders. "If anyone's the damaged one, it's me. But we can both be damaged together. And maybe we can work to being better people together." She pulls away and walks over to our closet. She sticks her hand in and rummages around. She pulls her hand out which reveals a guitar. "What is that for?" She smirks at me as she walks over. "To sing you a song darling." She sits on her bed and she turns to face me. She takes a deep breath and starts.

Play the video and read along with the lyrics

You say there's so much you don't know
You need to go and find yourself
You say you'd rather be alone
'Cause you think you won't find it tied to someone else, who said it's true
That the growing only happens on your own?
They don't know me and you

I don't think you have to leave
If to change is what you need
You can change right next to me
When you're high, I'll take the lows
You can ebb and I can flow
And we'll take it slow
And grow as we go
Grow as we go

You won't be the only one
I am unfinished, I've got so much left to learn
I don't know how this river runs
But I'd like the company through every twist and turn, who said it's true
That the growing only happens on your own?
They don't know me and you

You don't ever have to leave If to change is what you need
You can change right next to me
When you're high, I'll take the lows
You can ebb and I can flow
And we'll take it slow
And grow as we go
Grow as we go
Grow as we go
Grow as we go

I don't know who we'll become
I can't promise it's not written in the stars
But I believe that when it's done
We're gonna see that it was better

 That we grew up together tell me you don't wanna leave

'Cause if change is what you need
You can change right next to me
When you're high, I'll take the lows
You can ebb and I can flow
We'll take it slow
And grow as we go
Grow as we go
Grow as we go
Grow as we go

     By the time she finishes, I have tears in my eyes. "Oh, Hope." She puts the guitar down and sits next to me. She turns to look at me and before she can say anything I grab her neck and pull her. Time seems to slow as I see her coming closer, I hear my heartbeat. I feel her lips connect with mine and time flows normally again. Her lips are so soft and I feel a flutter in my stomach. My hands move down to her back and I start to trace shapes on her back. I feel her tongue slide against my bottom lip. I part my mouth and her tongue slips in and explores my mouth. She tastes like candy, sweet and addicting. Like I could kiss her all day and not even care. The fluttering sensation gets stronger. We break apart to catch our breath. When our eyes meet again I burst out laughing and I lay on the bed. "Wow, I can't believe I just made out with you." She laughs and lays down next to me. "Tell me about it." She puts her arm around me and I build up the courage to ask her a question.

  "I don't know if you already confirmed this but, Hope Andrea Mikaelson, will you be my girlfriend?"

  "Of course, love."

A/N: THEY KISSED! YAY! Next chapter they're going to New Orleans and Penelope meets the Mikaelsons. I hope you enjoyed the chapter. If you have any suggestions, ideas, or questions please comment.