Her lover. -Miranda Priestly x Fem Reader

Chapter 9. Part 2

Nigel allowed the women to drive to work together alone, which they thoroughly appreciated. Miranda slid into the back seat of the car first, resting her bad down beside her on the black leather seat. Y/N slid in next to her and did the same herself. Miranda looked out the window in contemplation. Y/N looked over at her and saw what she believed to be annoyance. She placed a hand on Miranda's. "You okay love?" She asked softly in that familiar tone. Miranda nodded softly then pulled her hand away. Y/N frowned softly at her movements. "Do you not want to hold my hand?" Miranda sighed and rolled her eyes. "Young people are so touchy. I don't feel like it." Y/N scoffed at Miranda's words in disbelief and annoyance. "Oh I am sorry that I am what you perceive to be, "too young" and "touchy" just because you are stuck up, and are unable to commit to someone because you are afraid of failure, oh and not to mention your entirely bitchy fucking personality honestly Miranda." Miranda's head turned sharply to face Y/N, she glared at her with a sense of burning rage, also entailing deep within the surface, sadness, and humiliation, but she would not let that be seen, no, she could never express her true feelings or everything would fall to pieces. Y/N looked down from Miranda's gaze, her eyes began to glaze over with tears. "You know, I thought for a second, that you cared, but clearly I was just a bloody sex toy to you. I will see you at the fashion parade. Goodbye Miranda." She opened the door of the car which was stopped at a red light, and stepped out before Miranda could even hesitate to speak.

Miranda watched as Y/N walked away from her, it was as if her heart had sunk deep within heavy concrete once more, now almost impossible to retrieve. She wiped a single tear from her face and glanced out the other window as the car began to move once more.

Y/N wiped several tears from her face as she treaded away from that car. She felt a deep sense of guilt, yet also, anger and sadness. These feelings which were ever so difficult in themselves had to become more difficult and restraint because they would need to be hidden away for now, so that Y/N could continue her professional life successfully. At least for now.

Flashes of cameras blurred through Miranda's now hazy vision, it was as if she was inside a television and everything around her began to turn into static, just all complete nonsense, entirely non-understandable. She eventually made her way into the building and engaged in several, almost endless greetings with people from all over the fashion industry. She couldn't wait for it to end, although it seemed it never would.

She eventually got away from the hundreds of people with endless questions and desires with an excuse to go to the bathroom. She pulled the semi-heavy door of the bathroom and collapsed down into tears onto the tiled floor as soon as she had entered. "Oh Y/N....." She sobbed quietly. She hated to admit it, but she knew what Y/N said was true, she was afraid of failure, she was a bitch, and she was stuck-up. However there was one thing Y/N failed to correct, the fact she thought she was nothing but a pleasurable desire to Miranda. This was entire untrue. For the first time, truly in her life, Y/N made Miranda feel loved, and all she wanted was to return that, but due to the lack of success in her love-life, she had no idea on how to, which is what lead to their fight. Miranda continued to sob on the bathroom floor quietly, and regrettably until someone walked through the door to see her, curled up, her head in her knees sitting on the bathroom floor, in a mess of tears. It was Y/N...

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A/N

hey, you probably are all so annoyed with me for being so late, and I apologise, I have been pretty busy sadly. I hope you all liked this chapter regardless, and stay safe xx lots of love.