imagines (dua lipa)

17 (f)

You were at a wedding with your best friend Dua.

you didn't hear this conversation, it is duas pov:

"come on i was drunk and i didn't know!" Jason yelled.
"then how are you just magically sober five minutes after you kissed some snotty rich girl! how jason, how?!" i yelled back.
"just please forgive me!" jason whined.
"never! i am never going to forgive for cheating on me. i hate you!" i screamed.
"just-"
"fuck you jason, i'm leaving, and we, yeah we're done!" i ended the conversation like that.

dua ran to the car and called y/n to tell her to come so she can go home.

phone convo:
dua: y/n?
you: dua where have you bee-
dua: i'm going home.
you: wait what... why?
dua: jason was kissing another girl
you: WHAT?
dua: he claims he was drunk but there wasn't any alcohol at the wedding.
you: who was the girl?!
dua: taylor, that snotty rich girl.
you: oh. a-are you okay?
dua: no i'm not, i'm not okay. can you just get your ass to the car so i can go cry and eat ice cream.

YOUR POV:

i was just chilling with the bride until i got a call from dua. she said that her boyfriend, jason, was kissing another girl. me and dua were staying in a hotel together so i needed to go home with her. i didn't really want to go home but then i remembered she just got cheated on and she is probably really sad.

i went in the elevator and went downstairs. i walked outside and dua was sitting in the car with here hands on her face. she looked like she was crying and it made me wanna cry.

"dua...?"i asked as i stepped into the car.
"hi.." dua replied.
"you probably feel like shit don't you? i have been cheated on i know how it feels." i said.
"i fucking hate him. i literally want to stab him in the hea-"
"dua! calm down..." i said, trying to calm her down. i didn't want her to lose control while she was driving.
"how do we get to the hotel?" dua asked.

i put directions on google maps on my phone for her. we didn't go to the hotel yet because right after we arrived from the airport, we drove to the wedding venue and got dressed and ready here. we booked for two connecting rooms.

30 minutes later, we arrived at the hotel. before we got out of the car, i touched up duas make up for her because there mascara everywhere because she was crying.

"thanks" dua said and smiled.
"you're welcome" i replied.

we walked into the hotel and went to the check in part.

"hi, we booked two connecting rooms, for 8:00pm today to 8:00pm saturday." dua said.
"umm, what was the name for that?" the worker asked.
"dua, dua lipa" dua said.
"sorry, i am not seeing any bookings under the name of 'dua'" the worker answered.
"uhh" dua looked at me and shrugged.
"would you like to book a room right now?" the worker asked.
"do you have connecting rooms?" dua asked.
"well, uhm, sorry, they are fully booked." the worker said.
"one second." dua said.

dua pulled me aside and we talked for a second.

"what the fuck happened to are bookings?" dua asked.
"i don't know, you booked it!" i said.
"well they didn't work so what do you wanna do?" dua asked.
"umm, we could just get one room, we sleep together all the time when we have sleepovers, it's not a big deal." i suggested.
"okay i guess." dua said.

she was pretty emotionless the whole night until it got to the point where we had to sleep. we had one king size bed so it was spacious.i was on the right side turned facing the wall and dua was facing the curtains on the left side.

"y/n?" dua asked before we fell asleep.
"yes dua?" i asked.
"i-" she started crying before she got to finished what she was saying.
"oh dua.." i said.

i turned around and faced dua. i hugged her and rested my head on her shoulder.

"dua don't feel bad, he was an asshole. he didn't deserve you." i told dua.
"i don't even know why i am crying, he was an asshole." dua said.
"see? since you have a huge platform on social media, why don't you post about it?" i asked dua.
"oh shit, i, no i can't." dua said.
"come on, let me post it for you" i suggested.
"noooo" dua whined.
"give me your phone"

i said as i almost got on top of her trying to reach her phone. we have one of those cute little movie fights.

i finally got her phone and me and dua made eye contact for a second. i felt something that i haven't ever felt before. i just ignored it and carried on with what i was doing.

"here look at me and put your middle finger up" i said.

she did what i said i then i took a picture with flash. you could see the tears on your face in the which made in even better.

"i know a perfect thing for the caption"
"what?" dua asked.
"well.. that.. relationship.... was... short.. lived... at.. jasonsmith" i said as i typed it.
"i'm scared to see what people are gonna think" dua said.
"it doesn't matter what people think, i posted it." i said.

"y/n" dua whispered in a different way then usual, it was a little, sexual.

she then quickly pushed her lips on to mine. we were making out and i never wanted it to stop.

the next morning:

i woke up surprised, i forgot that i had hooked up with dua before we slept. we were both only wearing an underwear and a bra. i kissed dua on the lips to wake her up.
she took a second to realize what happened last night and then she smiled.

"god damn y/n, you got me in love again." dua said.

'Love Again'
by Dua Lipa.