You were in the back of the car with Helena, being driven home from the airport. It wasn't soon after the party that you took the flight back home to London, so you were exhausted. You were asleep, resting on her shoulder. She had a hand around your waist, pulling you close to her.
A little while later, she shook you gently awake.
"My love, we're home," she whispered.
"I'm tired," you complained.
"I know, sweet girl, but once we get inside you can sleep," she pressed. You nodded, walking into the house, her arm still around your waist.
"I missed it here," you said as you walked inside.
"I'm glad we're home too," she agreed, walking with you up the stairs. You walked into your bedroom, going over to her dresser and taking out one of her nightgowns, one you knew was big on you.
"Can I wear?" you asked.
She giggled. "Of course. I love seeing you in my clothes".
You smiled, putting on her nightgown then crawling in the bed. She went over to her dresser and got out pajamas for her to change into, your eyes still on her. She smirked once she saw you scanning her body.
"My eyes are up here, love," she teased, causing you to blush a deep red.
"Sorry," you mumbled. She laughed, walking over to you and kissing your forehead.
"It's okay. You're my girl," she said, getting user the covers and snuggling into bed with you. She pulled you close so you could rest on her chest.
"I love you," you told her as you began to fall asleep, the rhythmic sound of her heartbeat rocking you.
"I love you, too. Now get some rest," was the last thing she said to you before you drifted off into a peaceful sleep, her hands stroking your hair.
You woke up a few hours later, and the first thing you noticed was that she wasn't there. Still tired, your eyes were still closed as you felt around the bed. Once you opened them, you realized your first guess was right. You heard yelling downstairs, and you strained your ears to listen. You heard a man's voice, which was strange. You got out of bed, put a robe over you, and walked downstairs.
The yelling was coming from the living room, and you hid behind the doorframe before walking in.
"Oh my god, why do you even care at this point?" you heard your girlfriend scream. You couldn't see who she was yelling to, since she was blocking them from your view.
"Because I helped you with your career and I don't want to see it thrown away for some fling!" the guy retorted. As soon as he spoke, you knew who it was: Tim.
"There are so many things I hate about that sentence, but the most important one is you calling my relationship with y/n a fling!"
"Not what I said about your career? That's new". Damn, you thought, and although her back was towards you, you were 99% sure she rolled her eyes.
"I don't have to justify my relationship with her to you, but I love her and you need to stop trying to convince me to break up with her," she yelled.
You gasped. So that's what he was doing! Unfortunately, they both heard your gasp, and your girlfriend spun around.
"Oh shit, sorry," you said uncomfortably. Tim looked at you annoyed, but she smiled lovingly at you.
"I'm so sorry, baby. Did I wake you?" she asked.
You shook your head. "No, I just noticed you weren't in bed and I came downstairs when I heard fighting".
"I'm sorry about that," she said, pulling you into a hug. You hugged her back, snuggling your head into her shoulder and breathing her in. She kissed you quickly on the lips, and you noticed Tim look away.
"Y/n, this is my ex-husband Tim," she explained to you quickly, but you knew this already.
"Hi Tim," you said dryly, and he showed about the same enthusiasm with his head nod.
He turned back to Helena. "Can we talk more about this another time? Maybe over dinner where we can be alone?"
"I'm not going to dinner with you!" she insisted, putting a protective arm around your waist, "if you have something to say, you can say it in front of her". Then, he made a facial expression as if he had just made the biggest realization in the world.
"Is this why we didn't work out?" he asked quickly, "you're gay, so you never wanted to be with me. Yet you're been blaming this on me the whole time".
She laughed bitterly as if she couldn't believe what he just said. "Tim, have you ever heard of bisexuality? So actually, this is on you".
You stifled a laugh, wanting too badly to hype her up for completely ending that man.
"She's a child!"
"She's my girlfriend!" she yelled back, "it's not like you gave a fuck about the ages of any women you've slept with. Now, we just gotten back from a long flight and you've done enough damage. I think we're done here".
He shook his head. "Fine, but just think- "
"Goodbye Tim," she pressed, and he finally left.
"Oh god, Hellie. He's awful!" you said, turning to her once he left. You felt bad for her, being with someone as awful as that.
She nodded. "I'm sorry he woke you up. And I'm sorry for all the things he said about us you know I never- "
"Baby, I'm not mad. It's not your fault he's an asshole".
She laughed, cutting the tension in the room. "Wanna go back to bed?" she asked, and you nodded, "I'll make us some tea, I'll be right up".
You went back upstairs, snuggling in bed. She walked into the room a few minutes later, handing you a cup of tea. You thanked her, and she sat down next to you, pulling you in her chest. So that you could be closer to her, you laid down on top of her, snuggling in between her breasts (because you have mommy issues).
"Now this is how our morning was supposed to go," she said, kissing your forehead comfortingly. While one hand was on her teacup, the other was wrapped around you, keeping you close.
"Hellie, does he still have feelings for you?" you asked. You hated to ask, but that thought was on your mind all morning.
She sighed. "Honestly, y/n, I don't think he would have done that if he didn't. In his twisted mind, he was helping. He doesn't understand that if fans are gonna be homophobic, I don't want them anyway," she explained.
"So, you think he likes you?"
"I told you that you weren't the only one with an evil ex," she joked, making you laugh dispute the seriousness of the situation , "but even if he does, it doesn't matter. No matter what he says or does, I want you, not him. Don't worry about that for a second, alright?"
You nodded. "I just don't want to lose you".
"And you won't," she insisted. You leaned up, kissing her lips softly. The kiss was comforting and full of pure, sweet love.
"Now, we should talk about that party. I still need to show my beautiful girl off to my friends".
Authors note: I can rant for hours about how much I hate Tim Burton. As I said to my friend "with all disrespect, he can choke". I was watching Sweeney Todd bts and he was literally so bitchy to Helena 🙄
